Why is there death?
Grief?
Why is there pain?
Anguish?
Why does the sun rise?
Set?
Why does it hurt to see?
Feel?
Why can’t there be joy?
Not sorrow?
The Dead Marshes.
The dead marhes through the eyes of a child who witnessed it. Though it may be your initial reponse, please keep in mind that it is not based off any real characture from Lord of the Rings. I made this one all up. Please comment.
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