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[ ᴍᴇᴍᴇ ] : starters based on random dialogue from books ( yup, still accepting. come at me bros. )

Book: The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King

Brown eyes darted back and forth, searching the wooded area for someone, but to no avail. Newt had been missing for over an hour and any minute now the Maze walls would close. Other Gladers were looking for him too, but none of them had thought to look in the Deadheads. Why would a boy with such a bad limp go there of all places? Still, it was a better thought than him being in the Maze.

Tess shouted for his brother; first aloud and then, when there was no answer, in his mind. After Newt’s ‘accident’ the two discovered that they had a mental connection. Tess had felt Newt’s pain and told Alby to go into the Maze after him, and to his horror his premonition had been real. Now he could only hope that his growing feeling of dread had nothing to do with their connection.

When the rumble of the Maze closing filled the air and still no answer came to his calls, Tess fell to knees. All of his worst fears came to the forefront of his mind, echoing in the void where thoughts addressed to Newt belonged.( Please don’t be in the Maze, Newt. Please don’t leave me. You promised you wouldn’t. I promised to keep your secret and you promised never to repeat your mistake. Please don’t, Newt. Please. ) Leaves rustled ahead of him through the trees, and then grew still again. He thought for a moment a breeze had come by, but there was no wind. Someone was there.

He stood and ran to the spot where the sound had come from. There sat Newt, his knees pulled up to his chest and his arms coddling his bad leg. It had healed now, mostly. Weeks had passed since the jump, but still the limb caused him some pain.

“Newt! What are you doing here? I called for you and you didn’t answer! I even—” Tess pointed to his head, indicating telepathy. “I’d given up hope, almost. I couldn’t find you.” His chest heaved up and down as he took in shaky breaths between words. In part it was a result of the running, but also his terror and sadness. He shook his head, trying to rid his mind of negative thoughts. His twin had no doubt just needed some time alone after his trauma, and their telepathic ability was such a new discovery that it could hardly be reliable. He felt ashamed for thinking Newt would go back on such an important promise. Newt was a better person than that. Better than Tess could even comprehend.