Right now you ' re probably more anxious than you will be later because at 14 you depend more on your family for survival . Later when you have a job , can live on your own , and more easily be around whoever you want then it won ' t make you so anxious . I would just follow the advice of others here who have already been in your situation , got older , and worked everything out . <| sep |> We just had a diesel X 3 M come into the shop I work at as a used car . Oil everywhere , pretty hardcore deep . Most if not all the header gaskets were fried , but once fixed that thing flew . <| sep |> As the Woodland Realm was arming itself for the coming storm , the messengers that Calanon had sent out returned with grim news . The Dwarves of Erebor cared not for the trials of Esgaroth , as they delved deeper into their mountain stronghold seeking riches ever more . And Imladris gave not their blessing , for within their peaceful valley , they merely watched on at the world around them . Hir nin , our northern allies will not come , Galion reported solemnly to Calanon . They say this conflict is in our own hands . Calanon looked away , and stood in stern discontentment . After some pondering , his gaze returned to Galion . then we turn our eyes South . Take your host , and ride to the Golden Wood , for our Silvan kin may yet give us their good will , Calanon stated . Give them my tidings at the uttermost urgency , for they must be swift in their response dark days are soon upon us . But my lord , Lothlorien is many a days ride awaDo as I command , Galion , the Elvenking interjected . The enemy will soon be within our midst , and our list of allies grows thin . Any chance is better than none . Ride now , with my tidings and good will towards our southern kin . And with that , Galion rallied his company , and set out through the gates of the Woodland Realm in great haste . Calanon made his way to a perch that overlooked his vast halls , and his army that was assembled therein . We march now , to Esgaroth ! The Dorwinions are out of time . No sooner had he given this order , that the grand host of Mirkwood turned at once to the gate , and marched out in gleaming splendor . Farther south , after a few days ride , Calanon ' s captain of the guard reached the Galadhrim realm of Lothlorien . He dismounted his horse , and walked through the golden trees , in awe of the beauty of a forgotten age . There was an ominous magic in the air , but Galion felt its good will towards him , which he took as a good omen . He walked the fair roads into the forest until he reached the great city of the Galadhrim , fabled and told in songs among his people . Caras Galadhon radiated with blue light , and he entered with wondrous delight . He hoped that the good will of the Elvenking would be met with fair settlement , but with the fell things afoot in the world , the days were uncertain .