“Ahh, now that is an interesting question.” She paused and smiled at the dwarf, she would tell him some but not all of her past. He looked friendly, but…..she was still fragile from the previous night. “I am from Harad.” The dwarf looked a little taken aback. “Yes I am, my mother was of the Haradrim, Vadwati was her name. And my Father was and elf, of Lothlorien. And he was called Lithelen.”
She waited to see what the dwarf thought. Many that she had talked to had left her in a hurry on some urgent need. But Mylasia hoped Fili would not. She waited for a reply.
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"...still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly outward, and somewhere in the wilderness we found salvation scratched into the earth like a message."
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