Finėwen did not know an answer to Falowik's question. He caused her to ponder on why she had. Recollecting her thoughts, she said, 'I guess I just wanted to get away. I loved it in Rivendell, and don't get me wrong, I really did enjoy living there, its just I felt a need to leave. I loved my elven caretakers, but... I just needed to leave.
'So I started roaming just around the borders of Rivendell, and it just slowly extended farther, to here, the place of my birth. I drove myself into the wild, with the yearning for adventure to explore places I haven't been before. Living with the elves you learn many things, but you learn so much more experiencing it yourself,' Finėwen finished. She hadn't opened up to someone in a long time, and she was surprised at herself a bit. She truly did love them. Yet, she felt not at home; her home was there, but her life her was suffocated all those years ago.
The man still sat there, Finėwen decided to ask, 'How did your adventures start? You seem so much like a leader, like you could lead the search party, yet you don't. Why is that so? You just seemed so hesitant about it.' Finėwen realized that the question seemed a bit rude, and she lowered her head a bit and waited to see what the man would reply. She figured his story would be much more interesting than her own, considering how many years he had lived in this world. Finėwen respected that, compared to her own short life.
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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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