Hello! It's Lithwen again! I suggest you listen to the music in the media above (unless you memorized See You Again by Charlie Puth) the word count was a whopping 2,109!!! Okay! You can start reading now!

Borsel stared out her window sadly. This was not how she imagined it, no, this was worse. She was supposed to be here with Nídor. 

Knock,

knock.

 "Come in." The gold-red haired elleth called out effortlessly. "You can't sit in here all da-" Húrdir was cut off by his daughter's emotionless voice. "Thinking about my deceased brother." She paused. "He was your son. You should care about him more." Borsel chided. 

Something snapped in her father's gaze. He walked heavily over to her. "You're wrong. I wish he was here, and you were gone." Húrdir yelled as he took a step closer. The now fourteen (human year) old elfling curled up into a ball of fear, and whimpered. "I-I didn't mean t-that." Borsel's father gaped after he finally realized what he had said. "You did too." Borsel still wouldn't  look at him. "But would Nídor really want you to say that?" Just saying his name reopened the large hole in her heart. Which was now larger because her father decided to tear it more.

It's been a long day without you my friend,

Húrdir, feeling ashamed, left the room. Leaving Borsel alone with Nídor's sword. It's silver edge gleamed in the solemn light. Borsel dragged her feet over to it, picking it up, and turning it over. She dropped it as grief hit her again. Out of the handle a brown disk popped out. Still wiping her tears, she grabbed it, and found a latch. Pressing it, it sprang open. Revealing a compass.

And I'll tell you all about it when I see you again,

 She looked out her window again. "It's broken. It faces east."  She mumbled. "I'll just stay here then." A deep sigh soon left her. "Who am I kidding. This place gives me greif. I guess I'll just have to follow the misleading arrow."

We've come a long way from where we began, 

A few hours later Borsel was trudging through Mirkwood. Her legs weak, her breath coming in heavy gasps. Falling against a tree, she stood there for a moment before collapsing onto her knees. Looking into the midday sky, filtered by the tree branches. Looking back to her compass, she stood up. Not knowing where she was going. She took off. Moving slower than Borsel would've liked. 

Oh I'll tell you all about it when I see you again, 

The sky was turning a darker shade of blue, and a few stars dared to peek out from the blanket of sapphire. Borsel, now stumbling, came across a pool. It was small, but deep. The water was so clear you could see the multi-colored rocks laying in the bottom, at sundown. 

when I see you again. 

Borsel let her feet dangle from an overhang by the pool. Laying her dagger down she looked to the surface of the water, she thought she saw a flicker of movement. Straining her eyes in the dim light, she could make out, no, it couldn't be! 

"Nídor!"

Why'd you have to leave so soon, yeah, 

Borsel cried out. Her voice strangled and happy. Jumping up, she ran around the crystal clear pool. She ran at him with full speed. As she neared him, Borsel flung her arms out around him. But no warm welcoming arms stopped her. No breath from him. He was a mere illusion. Turning back to the nothingness she felt, Borsel let out a dry scream.

Why'd you have to go,

Why'd you have to leave me when I needed you the most, 

"No! First you leave me! Now you torture me! Why?" Borsel broke down in sobs. Looking up into the now slitted speckled sky, she wiped her tears. "I really am nothing. Father says mean stuff. You though, you make my heart ache at the thought of you. How am I worth anything." She mumbled out sadly. Stepping backwards, Borsel slipped. Warm water enveloped her. She panicked at first, not knowing how to swim. After a while she started to feel numb.

'Cause I don't really know how to tell ya that I'm feeling much worse, 

At least I can die peacefully, and I can finally be with Nídor. She thought steadily. Numbness then took over her body.

Splash!

I know you're in a better place but it's always going to hurt, 

Cold air snapped Borsel out of the numbness. A noble white hand grabbing hers. Borsel looked up to see a fair elven maiden. "Hello little one. My name is Gilrin." The fiery red curled elf, Gilrin spoke like a steady stream. Her words soft, voice kind. Helping the wet elleth up, she wrapped a white shawl around Borsel. 

Carry on,

Give me all the strength I need to carry on. 

 "Let's get you back to my cottage." As Borsel stood up, she heard a whistling of an arrow. Then she heard the sickening crack of a bone. Borsel thought she had been hit. But as she looked to Gilrin, she saw a gruesome sight. An arrow was lodged in Gilrin's spine. Gilrin's eyes rolled back, a dull milky white replaced them. The maiden who had saved Borsel from herself. Was dead.

It's been a long day without you my friend, 

Borsel let out a frightened screech. "Who did this?" She cried out into the dark trees. A pair of yellow eyes met hers. Fear rushed into her heart and turned her blood cold. She knew those eyes too well. Yellow was supposed to be a warm color. But these? These eyes were bright yellow. Bright with violence.

And I'll tell you all about it when I see you again 

"You were killed. How are you here?" Borsel's voice was filled with disbelief. This was Nídor's killer. Chilling laughter came from the evil being. "Oh, you don't want to know."

We've come a long way from where we began, 

"You killed my brother!" She internally screamed. But out loud, she whispered, "You deserve to die." Borsel took a step closer as he answered; "I've killed a great many people little weakling, and you will be one of them."

Oh I'll tell you all about it when I see you again, 

when I see you again. 

Borsel froze. She had left her dagger on the other side of the pond. She felt her waist for anything, anything at all. Wait, what was this? Of course! Nídor's sword. She forgot she had grabbed it with her few supplies. Unsheathing it, she swung it at the man. Metal hit metal and it let out a clang. "Ílluvatar help me." Borsel mumbled. Driven with rage she thought of a plan. With quick thinking and sudden speed she was able to disarm her enemy's sword. A swift kick and he was on the barren ground. Borsel pinned his arms down and pointed the tip of Nídor's sword at the edge of his throat.

Oooooooooooooooo

"Go ahead weakling. Kill me. It won't bring your pathetic brother back." The man spat. Borsel could feel the anger in her veins. She tried to restrain the overpowering flow, but before she gave in, she asked one last question. "Why did you kill Gilrin? She was innocent!" The man let out a smirk. "It's funny, how innocent people tend to die around you." Borsel in anger, quickly drew the sword across the man's neck.

How do I breathe without you feeling so cold, 

Silence followed. She didn't feel better. She only felt the pain worsen. She felt hollow. Alone. Despair. Picking up her sword. Borsel wiped it in the grass, cleaning it. Then she trudged back across the lake. Picking up her dagger Borsel sheathed it. As she stood up to leave, something clanged on the overhang. She looked back to see the once broken compass, now pointing north. She was too hurt to care. As she walked away. She took one last glance at it, before she disappeared into the night.

I'll be waiting right here for ya till the day you're home. 

Borsel soon found herself wandering down the familiar elven paths. She also found herself at the Elvenking's gate. The mighty towering doors swung open with the magic that was embedded inside. As Borsel stepped into her safe haven. Arms encircled her. But she shrugged them off. The cold inside of her was spreading. "Húrdir." Borsel briefly acknowledged. Húrdir stepped back in surprise. "My dear Borsel. Why do you not call me father as you once did?"

Carry on,

Give me all the strength I need to carry on. 

Borsel looked up in disbelief. Her father put of all people was wondering why she wasn't calling him father? He didn't even ask how she was! "You said some devastating things. The words you spoke in my room broke me. Even now you're worried about yourself. You will have to gain my trust. I gave my trust to you, and you shattered it like glass." With a sigh. The dreary elleth walked to her room.

So let the light guide your way, yeah, 

Once again there was a knock.

Hold every memory as you go, 

"Hello?" Borsel didn't even lift her head as the newcomer came in. "You need to talk." The deep voice startled her. "King Thranduil." She nodded. "So, how many?" He asked. "How many wh-?" "How many people did you kill?" A look of shock spread across Borsel's freckled face. "I-I killed two." She stuttered. Thranduil stared hard at Borsel for what seemed like a millennium. "Who." Was all he said. "Today, I killed Nídor's killer, and myself." A look of confusion clouded the King's eyes. But his face remained emotionless. "I understand you are confused. May I explain?" Borsel responded to the elvenking's silent question. "Yes. Please do."

And every road you take will always lead you home, home 

"Today I thought revenge was the answer. I was wrong. When I killed the man who ended Nídor. I thought all my problems would be solved. It only worsened them, I really am no better than the man, who swore not to be like." Borsel looked down. "I know I should've brought him back here. Have him answer for his crimes. But my anger overpowered me. I'm scared Thranduil, I don't want that to happen again." The king stared down at the broken girl. His face softened. He felt pity. She was so young, too young to go through this. "Then don't." He got down on his knees and lifted her chin up. "Borsel, you are dying inside. Very slowly, yet fast. I know how it feels. Now listen. You need to find something to ease the pain, try practicing with a bow, or anything you want." Tears welled up in his eyes, he tried to keep them from showing. "Just do one thing until then. Don't die on me, now, I must go. But I will be back, now go do whatever you want to." Standing up, he gave Borsel a smile that didn't reach his eyes. Then he was gone. Borsel knew what he was thinking of. The fire, the dragon, pain, sadness.

It's been a long day without you my friend, 

Taking the King's suggestion into question. Borsel decided she would try shooting an arrow. Walking down to the armory she got a few pads of armor, before she chose a bow. The bow curved on each end, indicating a recurve. Spiral patterns lined the inside of the bow (the part that would face Borsel's body when shooting) stating that it was only made for target practice. Grabbing a few arrows and a quiver, she made her way towards the shooting range. Thankfully no other elf was in sight.

And I'll tell you all about it when I see you again

We've come a long way from where we began, 

Knocking an arrow, she pulled back the string. Borsel aimed with both eyes open as she had seen the guards do. She rested her hand on her cheekbone and released. The arrow flew towards the center but then dropped. Borsel was close. But a little off. Pulling back again, she released a second time. The other arrow split as the new one took its place.

Oh I'll tell you all about it when I see you again, when I see you again. 

Borsel jumped as she heard a clap. "You have to be consistent to do that. You're a natural." A blonde elf said. "Thank you Húrdir." Slinging the bow into her shoulders, Borsel took off as fast as she could. Reaching her bedroom, she flung her bow onto the wooden chair beside her nightstand, and she launched herself onto her bed.

Ooooooooooooooo

"Oh Nídor, how I wish you were here."

When I see you again, see you again, When I see you again.