( canon is ella enchanted )
Feb. 12th, 2013 12:08 amAn easy choice (wasn't it?) to find a muse who would obey without question. Mind you, I'll be as difficult as I can until you've finished your millionth reread.
'Death, if thou wilt, fain would I plead with thee:[ He laughs, thereafter. The comparison to Death isn't a flattering one, he knows, but appropriate all the same. ]
Canst thou not spare, of all our hopes have built,
One shelter where our spirits fain would be,
Death, if thou wilt?'
My scribe wishes to send me to far away lands, which I protest to naturally. He cannot understand how interfering with the quest puts me at unease. Why is it that these scribes seek to send us to these far away places? It is beyond me.
He is searching for somewhere to place me. Nay, I do not wish for a land with dragons and other evil creatures. I could not forgive him for that. All I want is to continue on to Erebor and reclaim what is rightfully mine and my kin's.
Yet, it seems he will have none of it. Confound these ignorant scribes of late. Time stands still for no one and every ounce he thinks about sending me somewhere, Smaug still sits upon the throne of Erebor.
We shall see.