Willow-in-the-Wind

The bow cried out to them, a desperate and dangerous call. Pippin sat and gawked wide-eyed at the enchanted object that had strayed into the shire, whilst Merry stayed by him in somewhat of a crouch. “How do you know it’s Elvish, Merry?” asked Pippin, doubt laced his thoughts. He dare not say it but Pip had some suspicion that his cousin didn’t even know what an Elvish bow looked like. The bow that lay before their eyes had exquisite qualities but the Elves were not the only creature with an eye for dexterity. Pip had seen numerous items carved by the hands of men in the shire that had put some of his attempts at cra

*****Past Day***** Actions that seem so insignificant and innocent can have such horrifying consequences. With each step you feel your faith drain, the thought of saving your sister becomes a ghostly wisp of delusion. No. He would help, he must. Araliel may very well be only half of an elf. But an elf nonetheless. She is his kin. King Thranduil would return her. The time will come when you can embrace her tight and welcome her home. A tear slips down your cheek without warning. A small snarl rumbles within your throat as the realization hurtles upon you. This was your burden to bear. You were the foolish one that had taken the respon