Hey guys. I know, this chapter is extremely short. I intended for it to be a bit longer but i couldn't think of anything so let's just say this is a filler chapter for now. Let's hope the next chapter will be longer. Sorry! :)
It has been a few days since the war and since I have seen Thranduil. Messengers from Mirkwood keep coming back and forth with letters but I send them away. I keep the letters from Thranduil but I never read them.
I have closed myself off from everyone, letting Kellorin and then others take care of things for me. I feel my energy very slowly dying every day. And the pain in my heart is growing still. This pain somehow feels familiar though. It is like the pain I felt when I found out my father hurt my mother and when I lost both of them to the orcs.
Broken is what I feel. I feel broken. First it was family that broke me and now, it is love. How did I let myself be so open to someone who didn't trust me with important information and I had to find it out the hard way. Why me? Why am I the one feeling broken all the time?
Why can't someone else feel my own pain and I can be happy? My life has always been broken, and I have never really felt happy. I have somehow always felt alone. But with Thranduil I never did feel alone. Thranduil, his name brings me pain. Every time someone mentions him, I can't stand it. It's like he is everywhere but with me.
It was my choice to leave him, thinking it would be better for the both of us but I guess I was wrong. But I cannot go back now, I cannot risk my heart to be broken anymore. But why should I continue living like this? Being all sad and depressed, miserable. I should be living my life like all the others. They all have a family, they have someone that loves them. They have friends who take care of them.
Then there's me. I have no family. I have no love. I have no friends. I am all alone in this broken home. When will this pain end? When I will feel happy and live the fantasy I have always created for myself when I was younger. The fantasy where I am happy and full of joy. I rule the kingdom with greatness and everyone is happy. But I know that my fantasy won't come true. Dreams never come true. They are just creations of your imagination.
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Forever Alone (Thranduil Fanfic)
أدب الهواةShe was the age of 32 in human years when the orcs invaded. It was the middle of the night, they came out of nowhere, killing all in their path. Their men got ready, they won but lost many. Including their King. She would never forget that night whe...
