Choice

Had it been my own choice, I would return to my Woodland realm, carefree, disinterested, and singing under the boughs of the green, thick leaves of the great forest of Mirkwood. But I have to represent my kind and must keep in mind that it will not be too long till the ire from Sauron’s power will encroach upon my lands and affect my people.

Loath was my heart to leave my father’s kingdom, yet with this oncoming storm, who knows if our path lies in fleeing to the sea and leaving Middle-earth as well? Whither then, I cannot say.

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Written for Slightlytookish's "Departing Rivendell" drabble series challenge.