The story of Alora and Halbrand, two lovers who were set to fail. The Elvish Princess of Lindon. The Rightful King Of The Southlands. A love story filled with war, despair, magic and prophecies.
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"The tides of fate are flowing. Yours may be heading in...Or out." The man said to Galadriel and she slightly moved away from the raft, holding Alora's cold hand. The princess picked up her tired head from the raft and looked to the people awaiting their response. "Cruelty will not be our deliverance!" The woman said as she pushed the man away and went to the two elves while offering them her hand. As Galadriel took the woman's hand, another hand was offered to Alora and she saw it was the man again.
She went forward grabbing his hand and she immediately felt the difference in temperature. Her hand was cold and his was warmer in comparison. He then pulled her up onto the raft and she exhaustedly lay on her side as she let her body rest for a moment. She felt the wind blow making her feel colder and she couldn't help but to slightly shiver feeling her clothes stick closer to her skin.
She sat up looking at the people and scooted closer to Galadriel as they all stared at them. "Answers first." The man said to them and Alora glanced at the man to see he was still staring at her. It was almost as if she had him under a spell and he couldn't tear his eyes away from her, he never had seen someone like her before.
And when he touched her hand, there the same feeling Alora had was present. He watched Alora listen to the man as he interrogated her.
"Why are you out here?" He asked Alora while kneeling in front of her, narrowing his eyes seeking the truth from her. "We were separated from our ship." Alora answered without hesitation and stared into the man's eyes. "Attacked?" He questioned making Galadriel's ears perk up in curiosity. "No...?" Alora answered confused by his question and he sighed glancing to the sea. "Then you have not seen what lurks within these waters." He mentioned standing up and Alora looked out to the sea, questioning to what he meant by that. "What is it?" Galadriel questioned as the other woman in the raft whimpered hysterically and Alora felt bad for the woman, the things she must've seen.
"The worm." The man answered.
Alora stood weakly and looked to the water trying to detect any life form underneath them. She shivered once again and hugged herself to try and warm her body up.
"We set out two weeks ago, sailing-" "Need we tell them all our affairs?" The man cut off the woman who tried to tell them their story and she looked to him with glaring eyes. "Why not?" She questioned loudly to him. "Do they look dangerous to you?" Galadriel glanced up to Alora who kept staring into the ocean hugging herself.
"Looks can be deceiving." The man who helped Alora to the raft pointed out to them and she narrowed her eyes as she saw a figure in the sea.
Suddenly, another man sneaked up to Alora, lifting up her hair to reveal her elf ear to the others. "An elf!" The man told the group making some of them gasp. This however caused Alora to pull away and Galadriel gripped the man's arm tightly in warning to touching the princess. "The next time you lay a hand on her...Will be the last time you have a hand." Galadriel hissed at him standing up in front of Alora protectively. "You lied." The woman said to them in disbelief and Alora glanced to the young man who kept his eyes fixed on her. She thought to herself that he may never had seen an elf before, so he couldn't remove his eyes from her.
