Mila (A Glorfindel Fanfiction)

Good life my ass!

[Author's Note:
This fanfic was originally intended as a one shot that was somehow grew into several chapters that was previously published in my other One-Shot book, "Legolas & You". But upon writing it, I realized that I kinda fall in love with Glorfindel, so I decided to prolong this story a little and put it in a separate title in this book called "Mila". Face claim for Glorfindel is Henry Cavill (The Witcher) and Mila is Naomi Scott, but imagine her being shorter and a little chubbier ❤️. Hope you enjoy! R&R please]

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"Your name is Mila."

Mila's heart skipped a beat.

Mila.

The mortal woman began to remember who she was.

She was but an invisible girl back in the world of steel and light. She was insignificant. The vala before her smiled softly as the girl remembered that she chose her to save the world she thought only existed in fiction.

Mila was sent to Middle Earth and joined the fellowship to destroy the one ring. She met Legolas and fell in love. While Mila thought that the story would go as what was written in the book, she found that she was wrong.

Lady Galadriel gave up her life just to give her a chance; a chance to save Middle Earth. As cruel as it was, Mila eventually chose to leave Legolas and sacrificed her life for the greater good. From the sky, Mila watched as Legolas held her lifeless body in his arms. She witnessed as he withered away and faded because of his love for her, a mere mortal that he had come to love.

So he was being serious when he said that elves have weak hearts, thought Mila.

And now she stood before Varda, a goddess made of stars and light, as beautiful as the night, shimmering like thousands upon thousands of diamonds in the sky.

Mila wondered how she could gaze upon her and not die.

"Your sacrifice have saved Arda. Your life is precious to my eyes."

Mila realized she did die.

"I am forever indebted to you, little one. In return, I shall grant you one wish. Ask, and you shall receive."

"Can I go back to my world?" Mila asked.

The vala smiled so beautifully and nodded. "Is that what you desire?"

What I truly desire? Thought Mila inwardly.

She looked down to the sphere below that was Middle Earth.

Despite the war won, she saw there was no good came out of it. So much blood. So much misery and suffering.

Glorfindel, your dear friend, was trapped for eternity in a limbo, unable to die but not living either. You would never hear his jests or see his bright smile ever again. To give up his soul for her-there was no greater sacrifice a friend could ever done.

Lord Celeborn had faded now because of the Lady of Light's death. Legolas was left wandering Arda; an empty vessel waiting for death to claim him completely; all because of his love for her.

He was doing so well before he met her. She caused this. Mila realized then, that she couldn't let him fade just because of her.

"Varda, I can't go home and leave him like that," the girl murmured quietly.