Blood of Gondor. Women protecting the blood of Gondor. Hahhaa!
So I met a person with whom I share my roots, how interesting that was, for there were absolutely nothing in common with us. He belongs to a house. To the House of... ah... well something fancy it was, sounded elegant I must say
Ha, wanted me to return to my noble roots. Wanted me to live and behave like a true Gondorian lady. Ah what an amusing and entertaining thought that was, how charmingly serious and virtuous man he was! So easy to...
Stop chuckling right now. Stopping chuckling. Now. Yes
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And yet, there were something in him that made me want to listen to him, to take him seriously (well, at least the parts not involving his conceptions about true ladies, ha!)
For he seemed to believe in his own history, to bear and accept some kind of responsibilities relating to it, in a way that made him... ah, how do I put it, I have no experiences or words for such kind of behavior, such kind of way to think... and yet I found it appealing, fascinating
I do not know anything about my true past. He does, in a sense.
I will meet him again. And hurrah for that!
