03-01-2024, 08:07 AM
On a night dreary, a beleaguered Elzaran digs out a journal. In skimming it's now dusty pages for comfort, she finds herself compelled to finally write anew.
Dor'alanor, my faithful father, whom watches over me.
I don't know.
Was it right? I believe so. In my days, whilst I might have wished for better--happier, circumstances, I don't think I have ever found the path I've chosen unjust. It was right, and the order was truly the best we could do. I know this, I know this. But then, why does it hurt so? Why do I feel such regret? Why am I not celebrating, finding solace in this one hard decision; making manifest better days?
You always told me, that the biggest duty of any whom could fight, was defending those who couldn't. To fight for those who didn't have the strength to fight any longer. I believed you, that this was the way of things. But I think I understand, now. I know why you always seemed so tired. So tense, in those moments you thought yourself alone. Why you didn't let it show.
The Right Thing is not always the Kind Thing.
As I sit here, as I feel my chest tighten and my head throb, I think I now understand you more then I ever had in the past, my father. My dear inspiration. I never knew you so strong, to allow such love in your life, despite the burden. I am not so strong, my father.
But my love knows no bounds, and I think if I was put in the same spot, ten times over I would have done the same thing. Ten times over. It was right, His Excellency was right. I just wish that.
That It didn't hurt so much.
I'll be strong, father. For you. For me. And for our home. I will make myself be the one that acts, where others can not. I won't let this happen to me again.
So allow me this moment of weakness, just this night. Let these sorrows never so fester, again.
Was it right? I believe so. In my days, whilst I might have wished for better--happier, circumstances, I don't think I have ever found the path I've chosen unjust. It was right, and the order was truly the best we could do. I know this, I know this. But then, why does it hurt so? Why do I feel such regret? Why am I not celebrating, finding solace in this one hard decision; making manifest better days?
You always told me, that the biggest duty of any whom could fight, was defending those who couldn't. To fight for those who didn't have the strength to fight any longer. I believed you, that this was the way of things. But I think I understand, now. I know why you always seemed so tired. So tense, in those moments you thought yourself alone. Why you didn't let it show.
The Right Thing is not always the Kind Thing.
As I sit here, as I feel my chest tighten and my head throb, I think I now understand you more then I ever had in the past, my father. My dear inspiration. I never knew you so strong, to allow such love in your life, despite the burden. I am not so strong, my father.
But my love knows no bounds, and I think if I was put in the same spot, ten times over I would have done the same thing. Ten times over. It was right, His Excellency was right. I just wish that.
That It didn't hurt so much.
I'll be strong, father. For you. For me. And for our home. I will make myself be the one that acts, where others can not. I won't let this happen to me again.
So allow me this moment of weakness, just this night. Let these sorrows never so fester, again.
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Your Flower, Your Lorelai.