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ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔖𝔦𝔵𝔱𝔶-𝔈𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱

"The elf prince will be yours." I mutter.

Good. I want him alive. I can sense they're coming swiftly. Somewhere you won't expect.

"Yes my lord." I mutter.

I look down. I see the armies of Rohan. Such foolish humans. They reek of weakness. They're so... pathetic. I can smell their fear all the way here. I grip the reins. There will be so much blood spilled. 

Be warned, they have hope on their side.

"Hope makes you weak." I mutter.

It makes them desperate.

The elf prince I will bring to my master.  I will bring my lord his prize. He wants the elf prince. He wants to feel his legs again. Middle earth needs to have a ruler. Middle earth will be saved by him. This army doesn't stand a chance. 

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"Be brave Mary. Have courage." I say.

"Milady." Mary mutters.

I've waited too long for this. I'm strong. I should be a warrior. Why should we wait in agony waiting for our husbands to return? I want to fight. I want to help Rohan win this battle. I should help them. When Middle earth is in pain, I should fight. Everyone who believes they can fight should fight. I grip my sword. I've trained day and night to be a true soldier. A true rider of Rohan. I'm not letting Mary and my uncle down. I am fighting this battle for myself and for all of Rohan.

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