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  1. “I suppose that is alright, for Gandalf told me that you were having some difficulty recalling things and though I cannot understand why,” He nodded slowly, “I must remember that while you are old, you are not yet as old as I am.”

    “I suppose that is alright, for Gandalf told me that you were having some difficulty recalling things and though I cannot understand why,” He nodded slowly, “I must remember that while you are old, you are not yet as old as I am.”

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  2. It was then she first noticed the thick blood that covered her slender fingers and pooled beneath her fingernails. She raised her hands to her face, staring at the stains as she sobbed emptily in horror and regret, unable to understand what she had done in only a matter of seconds and, most horrifying of all, with such little effort.

    It was then she first noticed the thick blood that covered her slender fingers and pooled beneath her fingernails. She raised her hands to her face, staring at the stains as she sobbed emptily in horror and regret, unable to understand what she had done in only a matter of seconds and, most horrifying of all, with such little effort.

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  6. “I loved him!” Her cry rang through the forest, pure in its sorrow as he watched tears spring to her eyes, her knuckles white as she gripped her sword with renewed intensity…She paused now, swallowing hard as her voice cracked, thick with despair, “And I could not save him, not even from himself.”

    “I loved him!” Her cry rang through the forest, pure in its sorrow as he watched tears spring to her eyes, her knuckles white as she gripped her sword with renewed intensity…She paused now, swallowing hard as her voice cracked, thick with despair, “And I could not save him, not even from himself.”

  7. He was somehow different though, as she looked up at his form, blurred by the presence of hot, stinging tears. Gone were the bushy grey beard and tangled hair that was so familiar to her, the humble robes and twisted, earthen staff replaced. He was clad now in shining white, his beard as straight and neat as the luminous hair that fell over his shoulders like a silken waterfall. He outstretched a hand to her, his eyes tender as they met her own

    He was somehow different though, as she looked up at his form, blurred by the presence of hot, stinging tears. Gone were the bushy grey beard and tangled hair that was so familiar to her, the humble robes and twisted, earthen staff replaced. He was clad now in shining white, his beard as straight and neat as the luminous hair that fell over his shoulders like a silken waterfall. He outstretched a hand to her, his eyes tender as they met her own

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  8. Every now and then, she would trip over a hidden root, crying out as her face was slammed into the soft moss and each time it became harder to get her to feet. Her mind whispered for her to rest, to soothe her aching limbs, but she blocked out all save for the hobbits, lost somewhere beneath the twisting trees and winding branches. She was going to find them, she vowed, no matter how long it took or what lay between them.

    Every now and then, she would trip over a hidden root, crying out as her face was slammed into the soft moss and each time it became harder to get her to feet. Her mind whispered for her to rest, to soothe her aching limbs, but she blocked out all save for the hobbits, lost somewhere beneath the twisting trees and winding branches. She was going to find them, she vowed, no matter how long it took or what lay between them.

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  9. Unable to control herself any longer, she gave into her pain and cried out from the depths of her soul, her agony slipping in her voice as it echoed through the forest. She cared not who heard her for she cared for nothing anymore. 

    Unable to control herself any longer, she gave into her pain and cried out from the depths of her soul, her agony slipping in her voice as it echoed through the forest. She cared not who heard her for she cared for nothing anymore. 

  10. A few stray tears rolled down her cheeks as her flickering eyes opened, briefly shining with happiness as she murmured, “Yes,” The sheen of her joy faded then, replaced with such deep sorrow that Merry wanted nothing more than to take her in his arms and allow her to cry, as she whispered, “Though I had not the chance to tell him.”

    A few stray tears rolled down her cheeks as her flickering eyes opened, briefly shining with happiness as she murmured, “Yes,” The sheen of her joy faded then, replaced with such deep sorrow that Merry wanted nothing more than to take her in his arms and allow her to cry, as she whispered, “Though I had not the chance to tell him.”