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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"Galadriel?" Arondir called for the elf and she blinked, looking away from the ship Queen Mìriel was sailing away in. Then she turned to look at him, a defeated look in her face and he knew exactly what she was grieving about. "The High-King will not be perceptive on granting us an army after I tell him I had his only heir killed." She pointed out to him and he inhaled a breath glancing to the ship. "Or maybe it will show him the severity of this war." He mentioned and she sighed looking down to her feet, remembering how she promised Finrod she would watch over her.
Even if Alora promised Finrod the same thing.
"Sorin once told me that a great warrior uses anything as a weapon. Words might be a useful weapon when going to the High-King." Arondir added to which Galadriel lightly nodded then looked up at him. "I have to take Sorin back to Lindon. He needs Elvish Medicine. Will you take Bronwyn and the rest to safety?" Galadriel asked him, confirming what he had told her earlier and he nodded.
She also remembered how Bronwyn seemed let down when she told Galadriel that they were unable to find Halbrand. Their only hope of a king was gone in an instant.
Both of the last heirs were dead.
Galadriel then made her way to Sorin's tent, waiting for him to wake up and she stood by his side, patiently watching him.
She sees how they covered his burn marks with some clean rags, but the blood had soaked through. She hated seeing him in such a state, he always presented in such a strong manor, he never let anyone see him resting. She inhaled a breath through her mouth, not wanting to fill her nostrils with the scent of burning skin. Then she held his hand, staring at his arm and how they stripped his armor, leaving him only in his blouse and pants.
"Sírno?" Sorin spoke in a rather hoarse voice and Galadriel looked to his face seeing discomfort expressed on it. "Sorin." She said as she moved her hand to the top of his head. He gulped then opened his eyes and blinked, slowly turning to look at Galadriel. He noticed how different she seemed, how pessimistic she looked.
