Let's face it, every girl likes to cry...admit it, we do whether its deep down or not so deep down. Today, me and some friends, had the urge to finish something we once began but never finished, th estory died on our hands and I guess we feel guilty, old dear friends that never got endings, a story that never reached its peak or full maturity, although it was actually relatively long.
So today, we finished it, we gave all our characters endings, happy or sad, or in between, aand I'll keep updating this post until they're all written (we still have a few hopefully coming in). But I'm gonna give a few experts from them for your enjoyment. Some of these endings made us tear up, and I sort of hope you'll experience the same, although, you're not attached to these people the way we are, if you want to seee the whole of any of them, I think we'd all be happy to supply them for you.
"You're bossy. But you've always been like that. You were such a ridiculous child, you remember that?"
"Ah yes, I was so stupid. And you were a stubborn baby who I could never get the better of."
She smiled, still unturning.
"I was a rude little brat, I remember," she admitted. "I called you all those names..."
"I deserved them. I thought I could own the world... but I could never own you. Never in that way..."
A glance, out the corners of her eyes. Ah, but she was ever proud... He moved forward, smiling slightly.
"You drove me crazy. I could never better you, I could never face you, I could never even hold a candle next to you... nothing has changed."
Her thick lashes dropped, concealing the bright green eyes. Still she did not speak, so he continued.
"Nothing," he repeated. "I started loving you the day you threw me down on that platform after saving my ungrateful life, and you started yelling at me."
"Oh Turon..."
"Then I loved you when you roughed me up, when you called me names. I loved to see you dancing and playing. I loved to see you free and happy. I could never take you any other way, Karakin. If you love me, then you are free to accept this proposal of marriage, because I would never have you any other way."
She turned now, her bright green eyes shining under a film of tears.
"Turon... I loved you even when you were a stupid little boy. I love you now that you're a stupid big man. I am your own." -Karakin
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Eriathwen began her silent retreat, not wanting to bother him, he looked so utterly tired, so dead to the world around him, but as she prepared to close the door behind her, she saw him turn, eyes reflecting the light. It was his scarred side that turned in her direction, the long marks looked paler than usual, but still stood out on his face, she wondered if he would ever heal entirely, not just the scars on the outside, she knew he could still remember Elveniel well.
“Come in, it’s fine.” He turned back to his lookout, Eriathwen smiled a little and entered, careful not to close the door fully behind her. Thirrest’s dim, blind eyes flicked in the direction of the sound, his jaw tightening, her heart skipped a beat as she stared at him, the freshly shaved face, its expression, more or less deadpan.
“I’m sorry.” She murmured, stepping closer, and feeling the cool marble floor against her bare feet.
He gave something like a laugh, and she came closer, remembering that this was the same man who had once helped her read and who had never truly opened his whole heart to her, not until recently. He reached out, searching for her, and she allowed him to take her hand, his rough calloused fingers rubbing along hers, but he still didn’t turn, his lips half-parted and his eyes continued to roam, he seemed to be thinking, until his voice came, hardly more than a whisper,
“Do you see outside, Eriathwen?”
She started to nod, but then responded.
“I do.”
“Tell me about it,” -Eriathwen
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A messenger hurrying up with a slip of paper...a white dress... a child, running at her smiling...a man all in black...the white dress...the ring...
Some were memories, some the future, what might have happened, what never did...
A clearing came into sight, with a waterfall gently splashing down roughly hewn rock. The feeling of excitement and love mounted, as Alcaniel touched the wedding dress carefully, smoothing it's folds.
Through the mist, at the edge of a cliff that looked down into a valley of a dark, deep beauty, stood a rock.
The sky darkened, and thunder rumbled threateningly, but the girl took no heed, and hurried on. as Alcaniel approached the rocks, a tall figure came forward to greet her. Her steps slowed as she walked toward hi. He held out his hand.
"Thank you Turon, no, I will do this alone."
"You said you wished me to be here."
"I will need you. But this I wish to do alone."
Nodding respectfully, the man stepped aside.
Kneeling in the white dress, Alcaniel brushed the stone lightly with her rough hand.
"It seems so long doesn't it, my love?"
Arranging the roses she brought, the girl squeezed her eyes shut tightly and touched the cool band, glittering with emeralds on her finger for strength.
Orcs...a messenger... words...knowing only a cold, numb feeling...standing alone in a white dress, utterly alone...
"It's been a year Aran. Don't forget me. I'll never forget you." -Alcaniel
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Stillness. Perfect stillness. It was the only way to describe the early morning. When the sun that shone over Rivendell had now barely risen and a peaceful mist crept over the wooded valley. Fresh sunlight strayed in through the ornate white windows that surrounded Terelle's room. the beams were broken only by the branches from the malorn trees that stretched towards the sky, aspiring to touch the low yellow sun, peeking through the drifting clouds. Terelle’s bare feet dangled many feet above the tiled paths on the walkways below as she sat on the window sill, taking in the peaceful scene around her. No sound but the early wind sweeping though her hair and rippling the pale green dress which reached for her feet, stirring her now long, wispy blond hair, twirling it around her. So much had happened. So much had changed...
she closed her eyes, in pain at the memories. But smiled at the adventure they had. What an adventure it was... -Terrelle
