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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"Theo!" Arondir protested to the boy who turned to the fireplace and grabbed the poker. He turned to face them and he could tell they were a bit disappointed, so many people died that night. "I've changed my mind. Take the swordsman, he will be of use to us come the long run." Adar ordered his Orcs and Arondir looked to Sorin wide eyed as they begin to carry him out, but Sorin being stubborn resisted. "No! Let him go!" Arondir shouted as Sorin was dropped to the ground and dragged out of the tavern.
"You will regret not jumping off that tower when you had the chance." An Orc said to him as he wiggled around and they tossed him to the ground, he coughed landing on his side. "I will kill every last one of you, even as I'm dying." Sorin said to them as they huddled him and laughed. He quickly stood up running up to an Orc and shoving him back with his shoulder which made him fall back.
An Orc grabbed the back of his collar, which Sorin elbowed his stomach making him drop his grip and he turned running up behind the Orc. He wrapped the chain on his wrists around the Orcs neck and pulled back. The Orc gripped the front of chains in his neck and Sorin kicked the Orc's ankle sweeping him down.
Then two other Orcs grabbed Sorin, picking him off the other Orc and they threw punch to his face. Sorin falls to his side feeling blood trickle down his mouth and he grunted then another Orc kicked his face. The elf falls to his back and he groaned feeling a cut on his lip and the bridge of his nose. He knew he was outnumbered and he could hear the racing hearts of the villagers. An Orc walked up to Sorin then grabbed his neck lifting him to sit up and then picked him up from the ground.
Sorin could feel the bruises in his neck forming already as the Orc held him tight and he brought him close to his face.
"No one is here to save you now." The Orc growled at him and Sorin choked out a breath trying to remove the Orc's fingers. "You're...Wrong." Sorin managed to say which made the Orc chuckle.
Suddenly, Sorin's ears perked up and he could hear the sound of a stampede. Adar then walked out the tavern holding the broken sword and the Orc punched Sorin's face throwing him back to the ground.
Sorin groaned feeling his nose had begun to bleed and he propped himself up on his elbows seeing the Orc make their way towards him while holding an axe.
Sorin quickly crawled backwards as the Orc got closer and he knew any moment they would take him to the same place Finrod died.
Then a bright white light shines making the Orc scream running as far into some shadows as it could. Sorin turned his head seeing an army from Númenor and he sees his princess, Alora riding in with her hand glowing with the gifted light shinning making the Orcs scatter. A smile appeared on Sorin's face as she loaded up her bow and aimed at the Orc next to him, he glanced at the Orc falling down and she rode her horse to where he was.
