((I was bored, so I decided to write a story that has two different emotions. One is serious and grim, the other is more childishly happy and perky. A two-toned Story, you could say :)))
"And what, if thou findest thyself confronting the mere shadowy presence of death, hovering inches before you, and before you knew it was there, it had swept you away by it's rotted wings and carried you to places unknown? No one, not even the Elves, know where the soul of a man passes to after it becomes seperated from it's body. Will it linger on the Earthy mortal lands destined for man, or will it pass to the circles of Eru himself, to dwell in peace and in death? No, nothing may truely be able to tell.
To be an Elf may seem like the utmost blessing to mortals longing for an undying soul, but that is not true. As I have found out in my last years, Elves tire of immortality. They wish to rest after the many hardships and faces of the foul war which is now forgotten by many, to become a myth of legends and longing. The Spirits of Elves are bound to the world: They cannot pass into the unknown like men, and they linger forever in the circles of this world.
Now, answer my question, after you have read this page. Do you still lust after the immortality which will never be granted to the race of men, or do you finally regret the way of your words, and accept, that in life, Death is not the worst thing upon the earth?"
"Boring book!" Carlotta rolled her eyes and threw her sister's book on her bed. Where were all the funny pictures, all the descriptions, all the Colours? Carlotta hated books like these. They were always so dull, so boring... just a plain wall of text which you could stare at for hours without even understanding! Carlotta shook her head and laughed, striding out of the room, leaving the book on the bed, which was now sadly flapping in the breeze coming from the open window. A page turned, and a rusty, out-of-place looking parchment flew from the book and landed on the floor:
"Dear mother,
Carlotta is behaving as silly as ever. I have always wondered what on earth goes through my twin's mind. Thank you for the books that you have given me, I am quite excited to be reading these! They are so many... I doubt I could even finish them by the end of the year! I am sorry I could not be writing a longer letter however, as I have not really any thought to share with you. What I can share though, is my thanks, and my love.
Dolores"
