Thorn sat gazing at the fire, lost in thought.
"I can't believe I'm going to Mordor. my Adar would reject it with out question. But even if I do die, no one would care. I'm unwanted."
She looked at the little adventurous hobbit Collete.
"Is that your sword that you're sharpening?" Collete bobbed her head yes and handed Thorn a muffin.
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.:Chelsy:.
Reality is a nice place to visit, but I wouldn't want to live there.
Terennth Kingdoms
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