I must be patient. If I am patient, my chance will come.
These chains that bind me are hard to bear, an ever-present reminder of my captivity and thraldom -- but I can bear them, for it is not forever. If I am patient, my chance will come and I shall escape this slavery.
Lorgan the Easterling, who claims to own me, treats me evilly. He thinks that by breaking my pride and my spirit, he will strike a blow against the House of Hador. But I cannot be broken. I shall endure everything, for I am strong. If I am patient, my chance will come, and freedom shall be mine.
They are heavy, these chains. I feel the cold, biting weight of them about my ankles, my feet held fast by iron shackles that bruise and chafe -- yet I can bear the pain and the limitations they bring, more easily than I can bear the weight of the grief and despair my enslaved people wear like fetters. Such oppression is heavier than any physical binding. Yet it is not forever. If I am patient, my chance will come, and I shall rescue my people.
Patience... My chance comes....
A/N: This story was inspired by the image Feet in Chains.
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