“came back wrong” what about Came Back Afraid. You used to be brave. Too brave maybe, defying the odds at every turn, a fighter, cocky, playing with fire, first to throw yourself at the enemy. Until one day it all caught up to you. You came back, somehow, but now you know all too intimately how it feels to lose, to die, to be destroyed. Now you flinch and freeze and cower at the slightest provocation. Who even are you now if you can’t be brave? The grave may have let you go, but the mortal fear still grips you tighter than ever.
Aragorn sped on up the hill. Every now and again he bent to the ground. Hobbits go light, and their footprints are not easy even for a Ranger to read, but not far from the top a spring crossed the path, and in the wet earth he saw what he was seeking.
I’ve a strange feeling with regard to you. As if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs, tightly knotted to a similar string to you. And if you were to leave, I’m afraid that cord of communion would snap. And I have a notion that I’d take to bleeding inwardly. As for you, you’d forget me.
A huge cherry-tree grew outside, so close that it’s boughs tapped against the house, and it was so thickset with blossoms that hardly a leaf was to be seen. On both sides of the hosue was a big orchard, one of apple trees and one of cherry-trees, also showered over with blossoms; and their grass was all sprinkled with dandelions. In the garden below were lilac-trees purple with flowers, and their dizzingly sweet fragrance drifted up to the window on the morning wind.
{Chapter IV. Morning at Green Gables} Anne of Green Gables, L.M. Montgomery for @lady-arryn 🌼🪻🪷
