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The Diaphanous Dryad
Join Date: Jan 2003
Location: R toL: 531, past the wild path
Posts: 1,152
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"The best?" she burst out, pacing the room frantically "You think it's good that I was sent away from all my friends and the good part of my family to stay with people who hated me and only wanted me to go against my Took relations? Well, you're a lovely friend I must say!" Ellie stopped pacing and pointed a shaking finger at Drago's nose. "I suppose you think it's good that they called me names, and always told me off, and blamed me for everything, and, and..." she trailed off, swallowing the lump in her throat. "You don't know anything! My family had to let me go because the Chubbs were closer relations, stupid!" Her eyes filled with tears. "I thought you were my friend, but you're not. I hate you! I'm going to go back to Champignonne. She'd understand, she's a Took. Not some...Hedgeworth" she finished disdainfully, and ran out of the room sobbing. [ February 22, 2003: Message edited by: Lyra Greenleaf ]
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