I will not say how long this sweet person has been waiting for this but I hope to all that is holy that it was at least somewhat worth the wait! Here you are RavenCrystal22!

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You were far too tired to be out doing a job that required a clear head and at least 8 hours' worth of sleep. However, for now, two hours, three Red Bulls, and a shot of five Energy would have to do. This couldn't wait, even if it meant you'd have to nap in your car before driving home. It had been nearly a whole year since the reservation had any sort of sign of this animal. Your entire team thought they had died off completely. But after finding some odd levels of excrement in the area and the decline in smaller wildlife, there was no way you could sit back and wait until after your family vacation to check it out. Not that you wanted to be there anyway, but you had promised your favorite cousin you would be there.

Your footsteps echoed snapping twigs and crunched leaves as you weaved your way through the trees, keeping an eye on your compass and map markers so you could find the right trail camera. Usually, Darick would be doing this, he was the one who set up the cameras in the first place, but he was "swamped with paperwork". However, you didn't mind too much, it was nice to get out of the stuffy offices checking and rechecking animal health logs.

The ground was slightly damp, not enough to leave mud on your shoes but just enough you could smell the fresh earth around you. You paused a moment to take a drink, wiping your lips with the back of your hands. You looked up, closing your eyes as you took deep breaths. You figured it shouldn't be taking you this long to find the trailcam but you didn't mind. The weather was nice.

A few drops of cold hit your cheeks and your eyes flinched.

Well, it was nice while it lasted.

Stowing your canteen of water, you pulled out the waterproof map and compass again throwing up your rain jacket hood, just in case. Thank goodness you thought beforehand to wear it. This could get heavy at any moment, so you had to hurry. But where? Darick sure didn't make this easy on you.

You kept going, taking a few turns until you found a small warn path. It looked promising so you kept on it for a little while. A thunderous clap made you jump and let out a slight yelp. It then started to really come down and it didn't take long for the path to get sloshy. Not wanting to take an impromptu bath, you did away with the map and compass and picked up your pace, looking everywhere for a place to take cover.

Not far off the path, you spotted a fallen tree. It looked large enough that you could dig under it to take shelter until it passed. Scurrying over, you nearly tripped trying to get to it, the air growing cold enough you could see your exhausted breath. Just as you got closer you realized the old truck was not only large and long but hollow! Oh bless, you didn't have to get your hands dirty digging in the ground that was nothing but mud at this point.

Crouching down, you crawled into the trunk, your hands sweeping side to side in case there were any critters you might squish. You made it halfway down the trunk and stopped, the curve large enough you could sit curled up somewhat comfortably. As much as one could damp to the bone and shivering. The thunking of the rain on the wood was such a unique but wonderful sound; you couldn't help but feel your eyes starting to drift closed.

Shaking your head you reached around and took your bag off your back and sat it next to you, digging for your walkie. Finding it you realized you had left it on and it was critically low. You let out a breath as you tried to call Derick but it clicked off. Stuffing it back in the bag you looked out both ends of the trunk. It was gonna be a while until it let up and you weren't up to walking in the rain, let alone the dark, it had to have been nearly five pm.

You brushed your damp hair out of your face and took off your jacket, using it as a makeshift blanket as you laid your head on your bag. Might as well get a bit of shut-eye, even if it was damp. But man you were tired. It didn't take long for the thunking rain to lull you to a dreamless sleep.

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You woke up sneezing, your forehead hitting the wood with a thwack. Groaning for more reasons than your tender forehead, you sat up, leaning your back against the curve of the trunk. You rubbed the sleep from your eyes as you let out a soft yawn, our neck popping from the odd angle you sleep at. You were slightly surprised you weren't more sore. Honestly, you felt quite well-rested. Looking out both ends of the trunk you noticed it wasn't raining. One end, the one to your left was dark. You figured it was from something blocking it, a fallen tree perhaps, you did remember waking up for a moment though the reason why was foggy at best. The other end, however, was bright and if you weren't mistaken you could hear voices.

Tentatively, you grabbed your things and crawled out, your eyes blinking against the bright light. Suddenly, the light grew so bright just before you left the hollow trunk that you let out a yelp of surprise, your eyes squeezed shut. You tripped on a strap of our bag and rolled the rest of the way out, your arm up to not only brace your fall but to keep the light from completely blinding you.

Blinking rapidly, you started opening your eyes again only it wasn't bright at all. Truthfully, it was nearly dark, dusk at best. You sat up and looked behind yourself, and then your heart sank.

Where was the trunk? Did you really roll that far?

Then you started to notice your surroundings.

Despite the lack of light, you could tell you were nowhere near a forest. It looked as though you had come out of a small opening of a fallen stone archway. It looked like it had fallen quite some time ago, sprouts of greenery coming out of various cracks and crevices of the weathered stone.

Standing up, you noticed your bag. And then your clothes. They had changed. Your hiking bag was now made out of leather; pull strings instead of zippers, and buttons instead of snaps. Judging by how heavy it was you knew some of the things inside were also different. But you didn't have the heart to look.

This was far too strange.

The first thing that you noticed about your clothes was that they were incredibly comfortable. Your shoes were the biggest change, the areas on your feet that usually hurt after walking weren't aching in pain. You lifted a leg and examined them, feeling the material. That's when you noticed your pants were replaced with a long skirt that brushed the top of your shoes. You scowled, lifting the hem a bit to show you wore some sort of leggings underneath. Not the same that you usually wore to the gym or quick runs to the store, they were made of a material that nearly reminded you of underwear.

You shivered. You never thought yourself a longjohns type of gal.

Your top, or tunic, was not only very lightweight and breathable but cute too. The needlework around the neckline and hem of your long wide tapered sleeves was mesmerizing. Everything was in a sort of gray/brown/silver color theme but you loved it. Maybe your friend who liked going to rein fairs knew what was up.

Picking up your bag, you turned to look around you.

More stone arches and walls that were less weathered and destroyed lead you gradually to a full settlement. Well, somewhat. It was hard to tell, it was truly growing dark. Your bag, thankful that it was lighter, strapped across your chest like a satchel, though you weren't sure how else to wear it. Reaching in you hoped you had some sort of light but sure enough, given how you were dressed and your surroundings, flashlights probably weren't invented yet.

You felt around for anything that seemed familiar but nothing stood out to you. Giving up, you took off to the center of the settlement. There were voices and a few flickering lights you could only guess were torches. Or at least you hoped so. It was starting to get a little chilly.

By the time you got closer to the lights, they were suddenly snuffed out. You could hear voices whispering, shuffling feet, and the clanking of...armor? You peeked around a wall and your eyes widened.

There were tens of men, some armored in tarnished silver with swords and others dressed like forest men holding long wooden bows. They were rushing around to different areas, all in hushed hurried tones. You weren't sure if you should let them know you were here or if you should stay back. But watching them in a near frantic panic your heart started to race and your face got warm. A knot in your stomach and lump in your throat told you you were probably not supposed to be here.

Shouting from your left made you jump. A rush of men passed your hiding spot as they followed the alarm. That's when you noticed there was water nearby, some sort of river. The smell was horrendous. You watched the batch run by then you slipped from your hiding place to somewhere higher. It didn't take long for you to find some run-down steps, taking cover in a small dome-covered tower. More soldiers hurried past, their voices urgent. You slid down to the ground, our heart pounding as you closed your eyes. Not knowing where you were or what was happening was starting to hit you. At least you weren't tired anymore.

The shouting suddenly got louder and you couldn't help but poke your head up and look around. Now that you were higher up you could see this place was nothing but a shell of what once was surely a great place. It was vast, far larger than you could tell from where you entered. The stone walls, arches, and pillars were doing their best to keep the place standing. But it was a miracle a large wind didn't topple it all over.

That's when you noticed that the sky was...different. To your left was a dark ominous mountain, lighting flashing across thick clouds that was slowly crawling closer to the stone place you had shown up in. To your right, it was lighter. No dark clouds, no lightning, and there was a colossal white city embedded into a mountainside. You may have no idea where you are, or when, but you know you would rather be at that bright mountain than at this degrading waterside city.

A loud crashing sound pulled your attention to your right and you cussed under your breath. There was a second part to the broken city, and from what you could tell it was overrun by these horrible-looking creatures. A bridge had fallen and a dishearteningly large horde of those creatures rushed across, yelling and brandishing their weapons as they made their way into the city.

It took everything in you not to vomit as you grabbed your bag and looked around. You didn't know how to fight. There was no way you could make it out of this if you were found out. Holding your breath, you walked back the way you came down the steps and away from where you could hear men and creatures fighting, their cries filling the air.

It was hard to tell where to go, nearly making you regret leaving the upper levels but you couldn't risk being seen from up there, there were hardly any places to take cover. So you did the best you could, listening for the sound of war and running in the opposite direction.

You could only get glimpses of the city in the sunlight as you scurried from cover to cover. It felt like the clouds were growing darker, thunder now noticeable through the sound of fighting. But no matter how you needed to get there. Hopefully, someone can help you figure out what's happening and why you are here.

The spot you were in was not ideal, you would have to go back out into the open to run to the next spot you could see just across the way. But there was a pack of those monster things running a few soldiers right to that spot, those poor men slaughtered right before your eyes. Sweat pooled on your brows and upper lip as you tried to keep your quivering voice from calling out in shock. Your heart pounded in your ears and your wide eyes couldn't pull away from the gruesome scene.

You weren't sure what happened but you must have made some sort of noise that gave away your hiding spot because suddenly three of the monsters turned their snarling faces. A gasp escaped your lips and you froze.

This was it.

They started to clamber toward you and you let out a scream, cowering in the corner of your spot, your arms up and your eyes squeezed shut.

It can't end like this.

You could smell them, they were so close. Tears fell trailed down your cheeks.

Suddenly, you felt liquid splattered onto your arms, making you jump. You could hear weapons clashing and men's voices as they finished them off. Risking a glance, you lowered your arm and you nearly wish you didn't. Several bodies of the horde lay at your feet, blood pooling in the dirt. Again, you couldn't look away. You could have died.

A man rushed to you, his long hair swaying as he tried to catch your gaze, his lips moving but you couldn't hear anything but the buzzing of adrenaline that kept you comatose. Gently he reached over and took your jaw in his hand to turn your face away from the horror.

You were met with the most kind and concerned eyes you had ever seen. You could feel him wiping something off your cheek with his thumb before gently nudging your shoulder with his other hand. His voice was finally reaching your ears, your eyes still on his face.

"We have to go! Please get up, we can get you to safely."

You blinked, nodding. You took his outstretched hand and suddenly you were back to reality. War. Blood. Screams.

"Faramir." He handed you your bag.

You looked up at him, nodding. His voice was soft but you could sense the urgency.

"Y/n."

He gave you a half smile and then nodded to the men behind him.

"We have to gather the others. We must leave the city." They nodded in agreement.

Without asking, Faramir took your hand and pulled you along with him, his pace quick but you did your best to keep up. A few times he would nudge you into a safe spot as he and his men would fight the creatures that crossed your paths to get to the other men. You tried not to watch but it was fascinating seeing such men fighting. Like those Knights with Castle movies. This Faramir was clearly a strong leader, caring about his men and defending his city. Or what was left of it?

He took your hand again and you found yourself in the middle of where it all started, evident by the boats at the dock and mounds of fallen bodies littering the ground. The smell of the water mixing with the thick coppery scent of blood made your stomach curdle. This was a horrible horrible place.

"Wait right there," Faramir pointed to an alcove where a part of the wall made a sort of hiding hole. You glanced at him, though he had been kind and helpful you were still weary of his intentions. What if he left you there?

As if he could read your mind, he stepped closer, his hand moving up to your shoulder, his eyes intent.

"I promise I won't leave you there. I have to find the rest of my men before we are completely overrun." He nodded back to the spot he had notioned before. "I will return."

Giving him a small nod of your own, you turned and took shelter in the small spot, your knees up to your chests, your heart still pounding. He gave you one last nod, though it was hard to make it out from where you were, you could have sworn he smiled too.

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"What in the world is a woman doing here?!"

Faramir didn't think now was the time to address that but he would be lying if he wasn't also concerned about finding her here. She didn't look familiar. Her clothes were too clean, she was noticeably not accustomed to the ways of war. Perhaps she was a traveler?

He shook his head, his thoughts drifting from finding his men.

"Alasphoth, not now. Go left, grab the horses, find any that have survived, and get them ready to flee to Minis Tirith."

Alasphoth placed a fisted arm over his chest and nodded, running off to do as he said.

Turning to the group he had gathered. "Come men, not a single soul is to be left behind."

Including yours, (Y/n).

It was growing increasingly difficult with each step for Faramir not to feel complete and utter defeat. He was finding fewer men than he thought he would. Yet again, they didn't inspect such a large ambush. Even though they had as much of a heads up one could get in a river and land invasion.

The sound of Orcs forced him to press against a wall, his sword at the ready. Faramir waited for them to pass before attacking, his men following suit.

It didn't take long to dispatch them, but he knew there were more on the way. Sounds of a struggle near the docks drew his attention. He to the men behind him, they nodded back and they all went to help whomever was left alive.

Looking around, Faramir wasn't sure what else could be done. They truly had failed.

He had failed.

The growl of an Orc surprised him, his sword coming up just in time to fend off his attacker. He found himself in a battle that was quickly overpowering him. A few of the Gondor soldiers came to his rescue but even then they could all tell this was a lost battle.

Faramir let out a yell as he pulled his sword out of an Orc, his hair stuck to the sweat on his brow. He had wiped it, wondering for the millionth time if he should get a haircut. Suddenly, the sound of a gurgling monster behind him but he turned a moment too slow, coming face to face with it but before he could anticipate a fatal blow, blood trickled out of its mouth and it groaned as it fell to the ground. What stood behind it made him raise a brow.

"(Y/n)?"

She was standing still, frozen in a sort of lunge, the sword in her hand shaking as the body fell off of it, blood dripping down to the shaft. She glanced up at him, tears pooling in her eyes as the sword fell to the ground. Faramir reached out to her, taking her hands in his to keep her from collapsing.

"It would have gotten you," her voice was small and trembling

Faramir pulled her close, placing a hand on her head as she trembled against him. Adrenaline from a first kill was not something to experience alone. Looking around, he was pleased to see none of his men had fallen but there were more of the enemy advancing.

A screech in the distance made him tense.

"We have to go now," Faramir whispered into her hair, his eyes scanning the skies.

He felt her nod against him before pulling away, rubbing her arm. He noticed the blood on her hands and his heart hurt. No woman should have blood on her hands, literally and figuratively. The sound of more Orcs raised his sword. Faramir got the attention of his men and led them away from the dock. It was like they were never-ending.

"Faramir?"

Her voice was shaky but loud enough to give him peace of mind that he hadn't lost her completely. Once this was all over he vowed to make sure she was safe and alright. That, perhaps, he can help her find her way back to her people.

He looked down at her as he waved his men through an archway.

(Y/n) was hugging an arm around her middle as she turned to point at something in the sky.

"What is that?"

Faramir's gaze followed her finger and he blanched.

"NAZGAL!!!!!"

Without thinking, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards the stables, yelling at his men and all who were around him to get to the stables. To flee.

"RIDE TO MINIS TERITH!!!!"

Alasphoth showed up with a horse, his eyes widening at seeing (Y/n). Faramir took the reigns and shook his head.

"Not now Alasphoth, get everyone to the city. Save as many as we can."

"Sir!" Alasphoth bowed then hurried off.

Turning to (Y/n), Faramir cupped his hand to help her up but she shook her head, her eyes welling with more tears.

What now?

"I can't," her body shivered, "I don't do well with horses."

Faramir let out a breath and looked between her and the horse. "There is little I can do to help that. It's either you get on and we ride to safety or you are more than welcome to run."

He watched her look over his shoulder. A tear fell down her cheek as she looked back at him.

"Alright."

Screeching from above made everyone cover their ears, wincing and crying out in pain and fear. Quickly, Faramir hoisted (Y/n) up on the horse and followed suit, making sure she was secure in front of him not wanting to risk her falling off the back. Or the Nazgal pluck her away from him.

"YAAH!"

Faramir took off, ducking under the stone archways that lead out of Osgiliath, Minis Tirith a glowing refuge just a quick ride away. The sound of horse hooves gave him peace of mind some of his men were following closely behind.

The Nazgal were persistent. Even after leaving Osgiliath, three of them pursued, their talons reaching out to take out any fleeing men they could reach. Faramir made sure (Y/n) was tucked under him as much as possible, ducking her low as he tried to avoid the deadly claws.

"Please," she was trembling against his chest, "Please let us live."

He couldn't help it, he reached up and stroked her hair back and tucked her under his chin, whispering in her hair.

"We are nearly there."

And he wasn't wrong. They were halfway there, but the Nazgal were still attacking. His men's screams mixed with horses yelling in pain made his heart hurt. He pushed his horse harder. A running soldier to his left screamed as he was lifted into the air only to be dropped to his death.

Just as he was sure they were all going to be picked off, a blinding light lit up the sky and the Nazgal screeched out in pain, their large wings flapping loudly as they tried to flee the light. Faramir followed where the beam was coming from but couldn't make it out. From what he could tell there was another horse, white, with someone holding that light. Whomever it was, he was glad they were on his side.

Without the Nazgal raining down on them, Faramir and his remaining Osgiliath men rushed through the gates of Minis Tirith. Turning his horse, he could see there were more or less fifty that survived, more than he had anticipated. He let out a breath then remembered he wasn't alone.

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You figured if you were to ever make it home, you were never going to leave the house. Ever again. You couldn't do anything as you sat in front of Faramir except close your eyes and lean back into him as much as you could. His body was warm and sheltered you from whatever those flying dragon things were. But you wanted to get off this horse as quickly as possible.

Looking up at him you found he was already looking down at you, but before you could say anything his attention turned to someone else. The man who had rode in with them, the old man on a white horse. Faramir called out to him, moving them through the survivor crowd to him.

"Mitherandil!"

The old man turned his head, his eyes sharp.

"They broke through the defenses. They've taken the bridge and the west bank. Battalions of Orcs are crossing the river" You could feel Faramirs defeat as he spoke.

"It is as the Lord Denethor predicted!" A man called out, walking through the city folk who were helping the Osgiliath riders. "Long has he foreseen this doom."

The old man grumbled. "Forseen and done nothing." He turned his horse fully towards them and your brows shot up. There you could see what looked no less than a child sitting in front of him, his curly hair and wide eyes making your heart lurch

You weren't the only one to take notice of the child. You could feel Faramirs heart speed up, his body tensing.

"Faramir?" The old man voiced tentatively, "This is not the first Halfling to have crossed your path."

Faramir shook his head as he breathed out a whispered "No".

The child's eyes brightened and he smiled.

"You've seen Frodo and Sam!"

"Where? When?" The old man urged him.

"In Ithilian.Not two days ago."

You sat there puzzled as to why they were letting mere children just roam around these clearly dangerous lands. And the odds of them all knowing each other too...

"Gandalf," Faramir's voice held a somber tone, his breathing still labored and rushed, "they're taking the road to the Morgal Vale."

The old man, Gandalf's, face of relief at hearing about the other two children dropped nearly instantly. "And then the path of Cirith Ungol."

There was a pregnant pause and you nearly teared up seeing the small boy look between the men, his face filled with worry.

"What does that mean? What's wrong?"

"Faramir," Gandalf's head shook slightly, "tell me everything. Tell me all you know."

Then his gaze turned to you, his expression unreadable. You could feel Faramir's arms tighten around you ever so slightly.

"I found her among the ruins. Her name is (Y/n). She's not from here. We don't know how she ended up at Osgiliath."

Gandalf nodded. "Take her to the infirmary. Then go meet your father. I am sure he will have some choice words for you. I will meet you there."

And with that, Gandalf and the child were gone, leaving you to wonder what in the world you just heard them talking about. You clearly stumbled upon a horrible time in these people's history.

"Are you hurt?"

You jumped slightly at Faramir's words, his breath on your hair. You couldn't bring yourself to say anything so you only shook your head. Faramir let out a breath as he turned the horse, no doubt to take you to that infirmary.

"I will leave you with the healers. I have to meet with my father. I am not entirely certain when I can see you again but I will make sure you are treated and cared for."

Your cheeks flushed as you nodded, your hand reaching out to rest atop his that held the reigns. That's when you spotted the dried blood on your skin and an unbidden tear fell. You were exhausted, and if you were you couldn't imagine how tired Faramir was. You tried your best not to lean back on him too much but it was the gentle nudge of his hand on your side pulling you closer that nearly brought a sob from your throat.

You were nearly asleep, right there on the horse when Faramir softly said your name.

"We're here."

You sat up and brushed your hair out of your face, wiping your mouth just in case. Dried tears crusted the corners of your eyes so you used that as an excuse not to look at him as he got off the horse. But you had to look at him when he reached up to help you down. He gave you a small smile, but it didn't reach his eyes. You placed your hands on his shoulders and slid down and he caught you under your arms, placing you gently on the ground.

Despite feeling bashful, you looked up at him, neither of you pulling away.

Faramir searched your face, his eyes roaming every inch of it as if he were committing it to memory.

"I know not from where you came but I promise to keep you safe while you are here. I won't let any more harm come to you. And thank you," he reached up and smoothed some hair behind your ear, "for saving my life." He let out a small laugh and you liked how it lit up his face. "You may have quite the skill with a blade."

You nodded, looking down. But a finger lifted your chin and he held your gaze.

"I will send a servant to collect you and bring you to somewhere you can rest. Wash up and let them tend to you."

"Are you alright? Don't you need to be...seen too?"

"I will. Later."

A healer came out and waited by the door, ready to receive you. You stepped away and bowed your head.

"Thank you, Faramir, for saving me."

Faramir placed his arm across his chest and bowed slightly, a soft smile on his lips. "You're welcome, M'lady. I thank you as well."

You watched him get back on the horse as you walked backward to the healers, your eyes starting to feel misty as he also backed his horse up, his eyes not leaving yours.

Then with the click of his tongue, Faramir's horse neighed and they took off down the road and disappeared into the city. You stood there, numbness spreading throughout your body as you realized the one person who you had a connection with here in this strange world just rode away and there was no way of knowing if you would ever see him again.

"Miss?"

Oh right, the healers.

You turned to the sweet-looking middle-aged woman, her arm outstretched like a mother calling in her child for supper. She placed her hand on your back and smiled kindly.

"Lord Faramir is good on his word, child." She took one of your blood-crusted hands and guided you to a room where a bath was being drawn. "Wait here a moment as I grab a change of clothes for you."

So you stood there, not sure what else to do. You picked at your nails as you watched the healers working on various things, a few of the soldiers from the river settlement were there, the majority of them seeking help at the lower-level healing rooms. You took a deep breath as you felt your chest pinch with anxiety.

No no not now, please. You pleaded with yourself. I can worry and panic later. Just not now.

"(Y/n)"

You jumped at your name being called from the doorway. Turning you looked to see Gandalf standing there, his body nearly filling the whole frame.

You bowed your head to him, not sure what else to do.

"You are not from here." He was inspecting you, his eyes scanning you. You shivered. "You're not from this realm, I mean."

You shook your head. "I was taking a nap in a tree trunk. I was taking shelter from the rain. I woke up and left the trunk. My clothes changed. My hair changed," you absentmindedly touched your hair that was up in a now untidy wrap, "and I'm hungry and scared and tired."

Gandalf took a step closer, leaning on his staff with both hands comfortably. "You have come to us at such a tumultuous time." He gave you a gentle smile. "But you will not be forsaken. I have heard of your kind before. Wash and rest up. Perhaps once this all finds an end I can find a way to get you home."

You started. "Once it all ends? How long will that take?" It wasn't until now that you realized you had to get home sooner rather than later. You had plants to water and fish to feed. Thank goodness your cousin was watching your cat for the weekend. Perhaps longer now.

The old wizard's eyes grew sad. "We cannot know for certain when this war will be over. When freedom from the darkness and doom that looms over this land will be cleared and the time of man can prosper in its eternity." he let out a soft sigh. "However, rest assured that when the time comes we will do all that is in our power, my power, to get you home safely."

All you could do was nod.

You could be here for...who knows how long. Ages perhaps. Or just mere weeks or days. Whatever it be, you had to accept that this was your reality. Faramir's kind face flashed in your mind and you could feel your cheeks blush.

Perhaps being stuck here won't be all that bad.

Gandalf let out a slight chuckle before turning to leave. But he looked at you one last time, his eyes shining with hope, something he didn't show until now.

"You may be a force of good for some of us who need a bit of joy in our lives."

With that and a wink, he was gone.

The healer from before came up to your elbow, her hand touching your arm softly.

"Come child, let us clean you up."

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A/N

Heyo! Imma stop leading you all on with bland promises of updates, they will show up when I can get to them *cries* But now that I'm not literally comatose for one reason after another I am so excited to get back into it. Traumatizing medical experiences are not for the faint of heart </3 I hope you are all doing well! 

OH! But I would also like some ideas! I am thinking of doing Legolas next. I've had a hankering for some nice juicy ANGST *star eyes* but you know, the fingers do the talking once I start going hahaha

I'll see you when I see you!