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Puppet on a StringI've just received the news.
My eyes scan the lines on that piece of parchment I hold in my hands. I read them again. And again. And yet again. I understand the words but their sense eludes me.
How can you be alive?
I saw your body, burned and broken but it was you. I know it was you. The evidence was all there. Your staff. Your earring. The charm I gave you that had always been around your neck.
So how can you be alive?
My hands begin to tremble.
I buried you. I laid your ashes to rest. I cried over your grave.
How can you be alive?
I still stare at the words that threaten to shatter my world into a thousand pieces. They blur before my eyes as my head starts to spin with the absurdity of their meaning.
I don't want to believe it. I can't believe it.
If I believed any of those words to be true I would have to admit that everything else has been a lie and I just can't do that.
But the seed is already planted as the words slowly sink into my conscience.
There already is the
The Lovers of LothlorienThough the sun had long since set, and all was quiet, to him, there was no rest. Celeborn, Lord of the elven kingdom of Lothlorien, had finished his day and was passing the time among the woods of his land. For many long years he had dwelt in this forest, seen the trees come and go. Yet, as an elf, he had remained as he always has. Unchanging and ageless, like all of his kind. To his ears, the forest was not silent, but abuzz with the many far-away sounds. The winds blowing through the leaves. The animals scurrying about the forest floor. Even the footsteps of his own kin. All was heard by him.
He had lived through many ages, like many elves, and had seen much of the darker horrors this world had to offer, in war, or in the simple squabbles of those who lived beyond their borders. But here, near the edges of their protected realm, he found some peace. There was a tiny lake here, hidden among the many trees, known only to him and a select few others. Though he had come here often, it ne