“I’m home, dear father. I’m here to stay,” Emma said as she stood behind two lads, holding a baby girl in one arm. “Please forgive me father, I wish to be home with you. Would you pardon your foolish daughter and please take her in? I pledge never to cause more shame and trouble to you again,” she begged for acceptance while her sons looked at Lord Gandalf in fear.
“When have we ever stopped you from coming back home?” he whispered in deep pain as if someone had ripped his chest. “Our doors for you was forever open, oh Emma! Your mother and I forgave you a long time ago. Why didn’t you come home sooner?” he expressed his longing for his daughter and stretched his arms.
Emma felt overwhelmed and ran into her father’s arms. The scent of her father’s clothes and the warmth of his embrace
