Memory

((OOC: Hello everyone, today I bring you something some people have been asking about: The traumatizing experience from Bree, which made Daerundros hate it. Enjoy my 50th Story!! ^^ YAY!!!))

Second Age 1697, Iavas

The Little child with flowing black hair smiled at the storybook she was holding, sitting on the fresh grass and looking at the bright, colourful pictures. Candeth Bamorien smiled as her daughter, Daerundros, flicked to another page, her eyes moving from side to side as she read the book.
Daerundros was 25. It was a sunny, enjoyable day in Eregion, and she was outside in the open, looking at her storybook and reading, when suddenly, she exclaimed in a high-pitched voice:

After Aearlinn leaves, I turn back to the sound of the waterfall and the running water, noting the stars shining as brightly overhead as ever. She truly is a kind-hearted maiden, feeling compassion even for one such as me….

He was walking under golden trees, upon gold land, enjoying the sight and feeling the woods were giving off. He came near one of the Mallorn and had placed his hand on its bark, trying to get the feeling of it.

˝You look content enough.˝  a familiar voice from behind him said. He turned to the person.

˝Mae govannen, my friend! It has been a while.˝  he responded as he hugged his elf friend, instead of greeting him normally. His friend laughed, responding casually.

Days go by ever so slowly... Road to the north is dark and filled with perils.

This is my memories from our music performances in Thorins Halls and The Shire. I will now share those memories with you....Looking at it through my eyes...

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