"Joys, yes, there may be, but there are sorrows as well, many of them, and that is why I wish to depart," Elizabeth softly said. "For a long time I lived with kin in Rivendell, and then I left on a journey to Lothlorian. That proved to be my undoing, for I was ambushed by a wandering company of yarch. I was taken captive... luckly, the group was one of the last strongholds in Moria, and not under the power of the white hand, before the war of the Ring, so I was not taken to Isengard or to Mordor, and I still shudder to think what might have happened to me, had I been taken there." Elizabeth turned her face away, and shuddered slightly.
"I walk alone beacuse no one would have me, in answer to your last question. Beacuse of my captivity - let's just say that I'm not the person that I used to be, outwardly, and inwardly."
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And Holy, Holy is our God all mighty. And Holy Holy is His name alone.
~Newsboys, Adoration CD
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