"Mirkwood, is wonderful. It has so much memory and history. It has seen so much evil but is still amazing. And the halls of Thranduil are beauty beyond words!" she sighed, "But alas we could not tarry there unless we whished to be found. But let us not think of sad times!"
She combed back her hair with her hand and looked a Fili. "We nearly visited Erebor, but that place was watched, what a shame I could not have been there!"
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"...still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly outward, and somewhere in the wilderness we found salvation scratched into the earth like a message."
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