Everyone went to The Light Kingdom's great hall and surprisingly, they found Callon setting up panting portraits on the wall.
Elora smiled when she looked up at the artist and Callon went over to her. "Elora, what do you think?," And Elora looked at him, "What is it?," She asked confused. Callon smiled, "Every portrait of the wives of The Light Elves, mellon nín," And Elora smiled, "I see," And Callon smiled, "And on the other side we have every man and then in the meeting hall we have the painting of Pharom and his lover and every ruler of The Light Elves Dynasty," And Elora smiled impressed. Callon turned to the portraits of The Wives Of The Light Elves. "I haven't painted all of these. Just the ones of Aranel, Miriel and their children. The others of Dior and his wife Meara, someone else painted," And Elora smiled, "The painting you did of me and Elladan is?...," "In the throne room," Callon answered before she could finish, "But I can move it if you had another place in mind," "No!," Elora interrupted, "It's perfect," "Elora, you alright?," Callon asked worriedly, "Is something wrong? You seem upset," And Elora shook her head, "Why would I be upset? I'm totally fine. Just need some air. I'll be right back," And she left the hall. Legolas immediately fallowed his sister. Something was terribly wrong. He could feel it.
Thranduil knew he had broken his daughter from the inside with his words to Gandalf earlier. And now Legolas would find out what he had done. 'Forgive me, Shalendra,' He thought to his dead wife.
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~The Blood Child~
FanfictionA few months later, it's the last feast before Elrond, Galadriel, Celeborn and Gandalf departs from Middle Earth. On the feast, Elora sees her blood siblings for the first time and is dragged into the world of Demons and hunters. What happens when...
