:: Following the path of the blazing orb leads me to this small village of Hobbits. I smile wearily to myself, resting my tired body in the bows of a great tree outside of the bustling town. My mirroring eyes follow the small beings as they finish their afternoon chores, and retire to their houses: small round huts built into the side of hills.
:: Ah, if only I could find what I set out to find here! My journey would not be so ardurous! Alas, my quest is a noble one, and must be solved and completed before I return to my dear friends.
:: When all else is stripped away, when all those close have died. Then surely I can truly say that persistence has survived... And it has; for me anyways. I feel the ever present, thick air. I suck it into my tired lungs patiently. Watching my life-giver, the sun, draw lazy circles 'round this earth.
:: I can hear the sighing wind as it slices through the branches of the great Elm tree I sit in now. It bullies the leaves, rustling them to and fro. I shall stay only for the night, for then I must be leaving this merry village.
:: Mayhaps I shall change into another form for my journey? Cover more ground quicker... Ah but my true form would stir too much unceartianty, and I grow fond of the Elven woman I am, I shall simply stay as I am, and continue.....
In the morn...
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