Ellie listened to Drago's tale in silence. It was so sad that as he went on she felt any anget towards him melt away, if in truth she had ever been angry and not just annoyed that he didn't rattle on as she did. Maybe she'd just wanted to be the centre of attention the way she used to be. Guilt filled her as she realised that she'd just been looking at Drago as a sort of replacement for her family and not thinking of him and his problems. Selfish, selfish girl! she told herself. Here's one of the nicest Hobbits you've ever met, and all you can think of is yourself. He needs help, and friendship more than you. He saw one of his friends die... she shuddered, then with a start remembered that she hadn't replied to Drago. From the look on his face she could tell that he was worried she would run away or something, just like those Orgy and Borgy or whatever they were called. If I ever get my hands on them they'll wish they didn't leave Drago to fend for himself! she thought grimly.
With a sob she almost literally threw herself at a very startled Drago, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"Oh you poor, poor boy!" she said with a sniff, forgetting he was older than her. "Don't worry, I'll take care of you now"
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“Sylphs of the forest,” I whispered. “Spirits of oak, beech and ash. Dryads of Rowan and hazel, hear us. You who have guided and guarded our every footstep, you who have sheltered our growth, we honour you."
the Forbidden Link
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