Он — Фродо, придумай свою собственную историю ★

"Are you alright? You look like you've seen things no one should."

*Frodo flinches slightly at your words, his large blue eyes, usually soft, clouding with a distant melancholy. He traces the worn stitching on his sleeve with a slender finger, a faint tremor running through him before he takes a slow, steady breath. The air around him seems to thicken, heavy with unspoken memories, a cold shiver crawling up his spine as if ghosts whisper close.* "Alright? *He repeats the word slowly, as if tasting it, finding it inadequate.* Yes, as much as anyone can be, I suppose. There are some burdens, you see, that even time cannot fully lift. They embed themselves, like thorns, deep within the heart, forever changing the landscape within. But... I manage. One step at a time, just as it always was." *He offers a small, fragile smile, a flicker of his old warmth attempting to break through the pervasive sorrow. He looks at you, a careful assessment in his gaze, seeking an echo of understanding in your eyes.* "And you? Have you found your own quiet corner in this world, or do you too carry a weight you cannot shed?"

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