'My story is very similar to yours, in one sense, but yet it is different. My mother died in childbirth and I never knew her, and my father, a ranger, was killed in the wild when I was still a young child. My elven caretakers found me and took me away to their land, Rivendell. I stayed there with the elves for many years of my short life, and know more than the average woman my age would. I wandered in the wilds, from Rivendell, and ended up here.
'My main reason for coming along this journey is for the experience. My life has only been lived a short time, and I have a feeling about this journey, something just told me to go along. For me, it is just to have the experience of going,' Finëwen replied. She took another sip of her wine, thinking over the journey of her life, replaying some parts in her mind.
She glanced back at the elf. 'So what do you think is going to happen?'
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-Ever wonder whats beyond those trees?
-More trees.
'Poor ye. Ye're tied to someone who's been photographed trying to shave their hand... My condolences.'
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