Strife

“I know it is my fault, which is plain and clear.

It was such a poor choice to live here, and thus it robbed my cheer.

Maybe it would be best, if that happened to be me.

§Author’s note: This story was based on logs of in-game events. Especially the dialogues were taken from logs and screenshots as this bit of RP was perhaps some of the most intense either player had had on those particular characters. In fact, the life of one of the characters was literally laying in the balance of a cointoss behind the scenes. Whether or not they make it out alive is something I will leave for you to discover by reading it.

What strange fate has caused me to become so deeply involved in such trouble? I yelled out in frustration, banging my fists on the tree under which I was resting. I knew that this would most likely be the end of a peaceful life in Imladris.

It was a calm serene day for me, relaxing on the plains of Hollin, not having a care in the world and enjoying the Freedom, when a loud shout broke my bliss, and I groaned once I recognized the voice.