Angry looked at the jewel Crystal had thrust into his hand and wept. Wept with joy about having finally found someone. Wept with sadness at knowing that his parents would never accept her. Wept because he knew that she felt the same as he did for her. Wept because, deep down, he knew, or felt he knew, that it could never work.
No, he mustn't think like that. If they tried they could work around things like his parents, and gossippy hobbit-wives. If they loved each other, and they did, they could conquer all. Do not cry! he told himself.
He rose, dried his eyes with the back of his hand and said to Crystal
"Come on Crystal dearest, we're going home"
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The pain of war cannot exceed the woe of aftermath,
The drums will shake the castle wall, the ring wraiths ride in black, Ride on.
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