Rolan frowned as he followed the woman Rochelle and kept a firm hold of Gil's slender hand. Just like any fairy tale I've ever read...thought Rolan bitterly. The good guys always win. The group neared the front of the palace, and all was peaceful. It was as if nothing had happened in Dol Amroth at all. It's just like the bad guys to make a quick getaway.
Rolan was lost in his thoughts, and hardly noticed when Gil slyly slid her hand from his. He only snapped back to then and there when the sound of a carriage pulling up to the gates of Dol Amroth. Who is that in the carraige? Rolan wondered. It looked an aweful lot like...
Apparantly the sword-man had caught Gil and Rolan's stares. He asked something, though Rolan was so intent on the carraige that he paid no heed. Could it be? No...
"Mama and papa!" Gil cried, and Rolan sighed.
Someday I'll write a book about this little adventure. Perhaps I'll call it, 'My Holiday in the Sun'. It has every aspect of a good children's tale! Rolan considered as the both expected and unexpected parents arrived in the carraige.
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...Come down now, they'll say. But everything looks perfect from far away - Come down now! But we'll stay.
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