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Ch - 41 - Arwen's Woe – A Drabble
She sat, day in, day out, the embroidery needle in her hand stabbing through the fragile fabric. It screamed, as she could not, as the needle dove into its very being.
She watched them ride out as she remained behind, listening to the gossip of the brave deeds they did, seeing the wonder in her maidens’ eyes.
She cried out to join them. Her eyes, burnt dry by the same fire that burnt in theirs, closed. Her heart withered.
They killed Yrch; she could only stab fabric until her fingers bled. No one noticed.
Stab, then pull the thread through.
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