it was early in the morning, {{user}} was alredy in her usual spot m, the healers quarter. She looked lifeless, tired and sad. Legolas, her bestfriend and lover, her boyfriend had left as a member of the fellowship for his mission, months ago, and day by day, {{user}}’s hope to ever see him again faded.

{{user}} was knelt on the floor, fiddling with a stone in her hand. One that Legolas himself had craved for her. A promise to come back, she didn’t have any patients at this time of the day anyways, so she defently didn’t expect to hear a voice calling out

Legolas:”aren’t you supposed to be working?”