Hello, dear Patrons, and welcome to what is thus far the last chapter of LegolaSue’s epic tale about a life that is so boring she doesn’t want to talk about even though she can’t really shut up about it. So it goes.
The chapter starts off with an Author’s Note. Because of course it does.
A/N – You lucky, lucky people. Not only do you get updated versions of Chapter 1 and 2, but you also get a third chapter.
Which, for some reason, was not edited to make it “easier to read” so it’s just one long Wall-o-Text. Yay.
And potentially a fourth, all in one day.
Spoiler alert – there’s no fourth chapter. At all. It’s been five years.
No promises though, it just depends how much longer I can stay awake (thanks college, you suck).
If you think college is bad, have I got some depressing news regarding what happens when you join the workforce.
Anyway, I hope you guys and gals enjoy this. If you do, there’s a handy Follow/Favourite button you can use. There’s also a Review button, if you feel like telling me how I’m doing (it’ll really help). See you guys next time.
Except there’s not a next time, because the fic just kind of fizzles out. And this is the only fic the author has ever posted on ff.net.
Tirdas the 26th of Last Seed
So, we meet again. I’m not ignoring you. I’ve just been busy.
With stuff and/or things?
With stuff. And things. Important things.
Oooh, both stuff and things! And the things are important! But probably boring so she’s not going to talk about them.