The forest in my mind's eye is misty. The reason I am here is only because my son is distressed. I have been watching for years since my passing. I have seen him struggle and fight through his life without me. He is weary, I know this much. A mother's love is the strongest love anyone could receive, and I did not have that chance when I was still with my Legolas. In dreams though, when he sleeps, I can visit him, and that is why I am wandering here.
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