[And Ellie approaches them, a rifle on her back and pack full of bullets. She swings easily onto the horse and ignores any offers for help. Along the way, she tries to make small talk. Asking them about what it's like to be an elf, if she could learn to shoot a bow and arrow, and what the city they were headed to was like.
She's nervous. What if she doesn't fit in with the faeries? What if she has to leave? And then there's Joel. She spends most of the journey wondering what he would say about faeries and elves and all this madness. She wonders what he's doing without her. It's kind of wrong for her to be here without him. To be fucking around with magic and not trying to get back.
Maybe Thranduil knows a way out. He seems to know shit. So that's another reason to go to the other castle, right?
Who knows. Who the fuck knows. The journey is way too long to keep thoughts like this from taking over.]
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She's nervous. What if she doesn't fit in with the faeries? What if she has to leave? And then there's Joel. She spends most of the journey wondering what he would say about faeries and elves and all this madness. She wonders what he's doing without her. It's kind of wrong for her to be here without him. To be fucking around with magic and not trying to get back.
Maybe Thranduil knows a way out. He seems to know shit. So that's another reason to go to the other castle, right?
Who knows. Who the fuck knows. The journey is way too long to keep thoughts like this from taking over.]