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15. My muse has jumped from a hospital roof and been announced dead. This is what they say when they show up on your muse’s doorstep three years later.
Wow, this one is intense and I think that there will be a bunch of smooches and loving. Mhm. Yeah. Mhm.
Fili heard the knock on the door and sighed. Who could it possibly be?
It had been three years that day since his lover, Thranduil’s death and Fili was certainly not in the mood to be dealing with anybody. That day was to be a day of reflecting and remembering. And he certainly could not do that if people were banging on his door, wanting to bug him.
Fili opened the door and stared at the tall blond in front of him. I am going mad. This can’t be right.
Fili blinked a few times and took a deep breath. His lover, his dead Thranduil stood before him. Alive.
“No, this can’t be right.” Fili said, weakly. “You are dead, this must be some illusion.”