'Nine years,' Dynaviir repeated in his thoughts. That was a heavy burden to bear for so long a time. And she had no idea who she was or where she came from.
"I'm sorry," he repeated for a third time, and then he turned and looked back to her. He smiled at her, and tried to calm her. He knew it would have been hard for her, and he felt sorry for her. His past may have been troubled, but he wondered what it must have been like to not even have a past...
"I could not have done what you are doing" he said, trying to be kind. "I feel deeply sorry for you, and I did not wish to make you think of this. But to me, you are as good as another person as I know no one here."
He wondered, and then spoke again. "I hope we can be friends, as I am alone too, and I would much enjoy the company of another person while I am here. Though I hope, I do not make you feel like this again... I wish no harm to those who have been good to me, and you have been; you are the only one who has approached me since I have arrived."
He smiled as he said the words, but he still felt sad. Here he was, all the way from as far as Gondor, to the peaceful Shire inn he came to, worrying about his own problems that were past. But he was still lingering on the past, when others didn't even have one. He knew for her there could only be a future, but whether it would be sad he could not say. 'No one deserves that,' he thought, 'and I had been wishing for just that...'.
[ July 24, 2003: Message edited by: Dynaviir ]
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