The Elvenking and his son have watched as Mirkwood descends into darkness, as the Shadow grows every day. The strife of the past has branded them with hurts that cannot be forgotten and stings that seem to never fade, but it will not do to disrememb...
To elvenprincesscher, who encouraged me a couple times, and that really pushed me on.
To all of you who are reading this right now, it means the world that you have taken the time to read my attempt at writing. I wish I could give you all a massive hug.
Thank you guys so bloody much.
Have some virtual potatoes and Legolas GIF because you can't go wrong with either.
Also a brief disclaimer: I wrote this in the eighth grade and am in the process of totally editing it. And I mean totally. Like not changing the storyline but I'm literally rewriting the whole thing in third person bc first person really didn't work out lollllll.
Enduring Wind and Fire is a much better writing job than this imo.
love you all so much ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
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