Galadriel wakes up, fire and ash obscuring her vision. An emotion rises in her she’s never been able to truly name. A sort of aching numbness she is all too familiar with. All she does know is a simple truth, she failed these people, and the endless list of loss grows ever longer
Galadriel wakes up, fire and ash obscuring her vision. An emotion rises in her she’s never been able to truly name. A sort of aching numbness she is all too familiar with. All she does know is a simple truth, she failed these people, and the endless list of loss grows ever longer
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Elendil stares at the sea, it’s raging waters full of beauty and terror. The sea is always right, he reminds himself. As he turns his back to the waves and moves forward, he knows he can’t give up on that fact now. He can’t lose that too, like he’s lost so many others.
Elendil stares at the sea, it’s raging waters full of beauty and terror. The sea is always right, he reminds himself. As he turns his back to the waves and moves forward, he knows he can’t give up on that fact now. He can’t lose that too, like he’s lost so many others.
Theo pulls back on the string of his bow, as it trembles full of tension. Arondir gently corrects his posture. Theo is a quick learner, yet he’s not quite at the level of soldier he wishes to be in the eyes of Galadriel. Bronwyn lets them train, but hopes he never has to fight.
Theo pulls back on the string of his bow, as it trembles full of tension. Arondir gently corrects his posture. Theo is a quick learner, yet he’s not quite at the level of soldier he wishes to be in the eyes of Galadriel. Bronwyn lets them train, but hopes he never has to fight.
Galadriel tries desperately to rest, plagued by feelings of guilt that have seeped deep into her bones. A list of names run through her head, faces flash in her mind, invisible hands grasping for her, hands she could not lift up. People she could not save. The cost of failure.
Galadriel tries desperately to rest, plagued by feelings of guilt that have seeped deep into her bones. A list of names run through her head, faces flash in her mind, invisible hands grasping for her, hands she could not lift up. People she could not save. The cost of failure.