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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Back to Middle Earth, a small group of elves traveled through the roads and finally made it to their destination. The Southlands. Sorin let out a sigh as he walked up to the tower and noticed the elves had turned their attention towards them. One of the elves traveling with Sorin took the three horses to their small stable and an elf walked up to Sorin.
"Do my eyes deceive me or is that you Sorin?" A familiar voice called for the half-elf who turned his head and looked up to the steps to see his friend, Arondir. "I half expected to be welcomed with a feast." Sorin joked as he walked up to the steps and Arondir stood in front of him then they both embraced each other. For it was the first time in years since they last saw each other. "How was your journey?" Arondir questioned as they pulled away and Sorin grunted walking up to the edge of their tower to look at the lands from above. "We did not stop riding until we arrived. I brought a message from the king." He answered pulling out a small scroll from his side and handed it to Arondir who took it then carefully unraveled it.
"His grace wishes us to return?" Arondir asked him wanting to be sure what he was reading. "Yes, no Orc sightings in years. He believes it is time." Sorin answered then turned to look at him as he stood there, almost disappointed in the news. "Either you are like Galadriel and want to hunt down Orcs or something else is wanting you here." He pointed out to him and Arondir looked into his eyes, that confirmed his theory. "What's keeping you here...Or who?" He questioned as Arondir rolled the scroll back and looked out to the lands from above. "It just feels sudden." Arondir muttered as he walked forward and stood next to Sorin. "If it's the same to you, I was unable to spend the princess's last night with her. I couldn't bare it." Sorin mentioned which made Arondir to look at him with furrowed brows.
"I promised I would say hello again to her. However, I can't help to think I won't be able to make it back through those gates to her." Sorin said with a frown expressed on his face and he looked down to his boots, dirt covered boots. "Because you're half-elf?" Arondir asked him and Sorin nodded, then shrugged his shoulders and looked to the forest. "Do you think the same for Elrond?" He questioned causing Sorin to remain quiet, shocked that even though he was half himself and thought himself as unworthy, he would be thinking the same of Elrond. His dear friend who could pass through those gates without a doubt, but he didn't think of himself in that way.
Arondir could see the conflict within Sorin. Everyone Sorin knew or met always thought of him as a graceful elf fighter, never once considering his lineage or doubting him. Arondir wished that Sorin would see himself as everyone else saw him and stop thinking of himself as something insignificant.
"I'm just afraid that once I get to the gates...I won't be accepted." He muttered and Arondir put his hand on Sorin's shoulder for reassurance. "You will be, I know this much." Arondir assured him which made the warrior chuckle then looked back to his friend.
