by MillietheWarrior » 06/25/2013 7:05 PM
“You died?” I was pretty sure that if his eyebrows rose any higher, they’d disappear. “So then, this is your second life? And from your mannerisms and knowledge, am I to presume that your first was not in Middle Earth?”
“You presume correctly, Mr. Wizard,” I agreed with a nod. “I’m from a whole different world. Way, way different. It’s a whole lot to explain, and not something we have time for right now because I think it might take a couple of days, but that’s the gist of it. When I got to the Halls, I met an elf, who I mentioned before, named Vairë.” I heard Gandalf suck in a sharp breath, but ignored it, thinking nothing of it. “I don’t know who she was, other than the fact that she had pointy ears, but she told me I had the choice of taking a second crack at life, or going on to wherever it is dead people go to after the Halls. So, naturally, I took a second chance. Before I left, she put her finger on my forehead and it started to itch. Apparently, she left some weird mark on my forehead that Boromir said looked like some kind of white star.”
I love adventurous tales like that. That uplifting feeling that comes from seeing unknown lands and the knowledge that you came across—nothing can replace it! It opens a path from which self-confidence, experience, and important friendships—from the sharing of life or death situations—are born! But hearing it just isn’t the same. I want to create my own magnificent story!
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