I am a Dúnedain.

Once we wandert through te wild.

But know we are few in number.

We are hunted down by orcs and wild men.

A few of us are left.

Rangers of the North they call us.

People from the great kingdom of Arnor.

But we were attacked and defeated by the witch-king of Angmar.

I am a Dúnedain.

My name is Elarinya Caladwen.

But I go by the name of Verya.

That is the list I make In my head when I have a panic attack.

I have them often.

But what do you expect when you were a prisoner by Saruman. Once the wisest of all the Istari. The head of their order?

What if?

That is what I ask myself all the time.

What if that never happened.

What if I was never beaten of wipped or marked.

But I am a Dúnedain.

And I live.

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