Tolkien Fan Fiction
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| Idril |
| So this is Middle-earth? Somehow, it does not seem as impressive as I imagined it to be. Certainly not the lands Mama described in stories before we left Aman. Papa and I stop to look around at what is now our new home. The sun sparkles against the snow, like diamonds, reminding me of Mama’s eyes. There is a golden glow in the sky, and I remember mother’s beautiful hair. Perhaps I shall come to love this new world as much as I loved Mama. She said it would be beautiful. I only wish she was here to see it. |