May 21, 2019
Megan Wayne- Chapter 43
Gratitude was something people always told her to have. Gratitude that she was alive, living in the United States of America, that she was white, or had a home at all. Here, no one told her to be grateful to the Elves of Mirkwood. They let their actions speak for themselves. If anything, the lot of them were grateful to the Unseen.
She looked back at Thranduil, who stood tall and proud like a King should, who knew how much the Unseen had suffered and bore the brunt of their resentment unflinchingly. She had to give him this: the guy never demanded more than they could give. He tried his best, which was more than she could say for all the other authority figures who told her to be grateful...