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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As the group four rode closer to Lindon, Eregion to be exact, exhausted from their on going journey, never once taking a break. Galadriel glanced to Alora and Halbrand, he was determined to get her home, get her to some place where they would be safe. Although, she also noticed how tired he was, but his arm never once dropped on Alora, persistent on keeping it there. She then glanced at Sorin who was softly holding the reigns, his body already going into shock from the pain he had suffered, but he was determined on getting home. He needed to get there.
Galadriel sees the bridge leading into the kingdom, relief flooding her veins as the guards opened the gates to allow them inside. Sorin brings his horse to a stop and Halbrand did the same, more Elves coming to meet Galadriel and Alora in shock, they were not supposed to be there.
Elrond made it below as well and he sees Galadriel help Sorin down, his brows furrowed in worry. Halbrand jumped down his horse with the help of some Elf guards and he got Alora down, carrying her once again. Elrond sees Halbrand come into frame since he was behind Sorin's horse, then he sees the familiar hair that belonged to Alora. He was happy to see her, but confused.
His eyes then landed on her belly, the prominent trait that he could not ignore and his worry turned into fear. He glanced to Galadriel who had Sorin's arm wrapped her shoulder to support him, then she walked to Elrond knowing he must have a thousand questions, but she couldn't answer any until they were aided.
"The three need our help. Please...Help them." Galadriel begged to Elrond who had his eyes fixed on Alora's pregnant belly. "Elrond." Galadriel called for him and he tore his sight from Alora, looking back to Galadriel who had tears threatening to fall from her eyes. "Please." She begged once again and Elrond inhaled a slight shaky breath, nodding. "Yes...To the healers, quickly." He responded and Galadriel nodded as Elrond led the group inside.
Halbrand stopped in a hall, feeling the blood loss was getting to him and Elrond noticed, so he ushered Galadriel inside then went back to help Halbrand.
