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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"They're not combat ready." Alora pointed out to Galadriel as they both watched the soldiers train and her commander nodded in agreement. "I've talked to the Queen Regent on allowing me to lead her archers. However...This situation is dire to me." She added which made Galadriel look at her, she wanted the princess to be as far as away from the war. If something were to happen to her, Galadriel would only blame herself for not being able to stop her. "Your grace, Queen Miriel and I agreed that you should stay back." Galadriel mentioned to her and Alora looked towards her, her eyes narrowing at her commander. "Were you going to tell me before or after we won the war?"
Galadriel was taken back by her question and could feel a bit of Alora's trust was ruined, she inhaled a breath to think of a respond, but nothing came out. Alora could see the conflict within her, so she gave her a nod and went back to look at the soldiers training.
"I am not angry with you, Galadriel. I just need you to be capable of trusting me." Alora said to her quietly, Galadriel nodded as she flexed her fingers and cleared her throat. "I am afraid of losing you, Alora. When your light stops illuminating our path...That is when I know the world is living no more. I need you alive." She responded to her, her heart feeling heavy and Alora held her hand then gave it a light squeeze. "One day there will come a time I must bid you farewell, but that is not today. For as long as I can muster it, my soul will be tethered to you." Alora said with a small smile and Galadriel returned the smile then nodded.
As Alora and Galadriel watched two men fight with their swords, their moves showing the two elves that if they were to use them in the field, they would lose. Elendil stood next to them and Galadriel sighed, she knew they would have to step up and a small smile appeared on her face as she glanced at Alora.
"May I hear your thoughts, princess?" Elendil asked Alora who glanced at him and held her hands in front of her. "I believe that this style of combat is rather a way to get them killed in a matter of seconds." She answered truthfully as one of the men swung his sword which was deflected by the other and Elendil turned his head to look at her, unable to hide the smile on his face. "Perhaps they are able to learn from a skilled fighter...Or fighters." He mentioned to them which made Galadriel lightly chuckle knowing that Alora one of the only fighters she would be afraid to go against.
Although Sorin was one of the greatest swordsmen, Alora had been trained by him, but she was more interested in archery. To others, she was the only one to perfect the art of it and do the impossible.
A few moments had passed and Halbrand had passed a sword of each soldier who was in the area by Elendil's order. He then walked over to Alora and handed her a sword, he cleared his throat and she looked up towards him. "You are the only one without a sword, princess." He pointed out to her and she nodded, lightly smiling at him. "I am afraid that was on purpose, my friend." She said then gestured to the wooden staff in her hand and he glanced down to it then smirked. "Promise me you will not kill them. You will need them for the war." He said in a joking manner and she grinned feeling her heart skip a beat. "You are wrong...I will just need you."
