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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The day was quiet from spoken words, only the wind and ocean spoke. The only thing that brought comfort to Alora who was slowly walking up to the edge of the cliff. With slightly shaky hands and tear stained cheeks, she had to keep moving forward, she needed to for the sake of Middle-Earth. Her hand touched the belly that once carried her son, the son she could not raise. She blamed herself for his death, not even remembering Sorin's betrayal since she was blinded by her loss. Unable to think of the horrors that had happened to the Southlands, she feared she was beginning to lose her mind. However, she knew she had to remain together for the sake of her two daughters.
Alora felt her heart was slowly being picked apart, from the loss of the battle, the wounds on her body, the loss of her son and the coldness from her father. The High-King was told of what was happening that very evening, that his grandson was to be freed from the very walls that would soon haunt Alora. Instead, he denied the request of his presence, saying that he had other pressing matters to attend to. And that was not the entire truth, the king spent the entire time watching through the balcony of the Star Tower at his daughter walk to edge of the cliff. Leaving back to his home, realizing he could not see his daughter suffer through more pain.
Elrond noticed how she hid her sad face with a thin black veil, wearing a black gown that trailed behind her. The same gown she wore for Finrod. And there she was again, wearing that very gown he wished to never see on her again.
"Alora..." Galadriel said to her friend who was carrying her son's ashes, the small gold urn that contained Círamo. "No...I have to." Alora whispered as she stood closer on the edge, Halbrand stood a few feet away, holding their two daughters.
The only ones there with Alora were Galadriel, Elrond and Halbrand with her two daughters. Somehow the day seemed gloomy, as if Alora's grief itself was affecting the light of the sun. Her grief unable to be ignored by anyone, everyone mourned the loss of the princess's son.
Alora inhaled a sharp breath, fighting the tears wanting to fall, and she felt the wind lightly blow on her from behind. She then opened the lid of the urn, looking out to the sea and once again tried to remember what he looked like. However, all she could see was his brown hair and she couldn't remember if he spoke in her dreams, wondering if he had told her something. She wished to have seen his eyes, made him smile and let him know that no matter the small time they were together, she will always love him. She was unable to tell him since he could not hear her words or feel her embrace, it angered Alora. All she wanted for her children was to grow in a world filled with kindness, generosity and hope. That now proved to be unattainable for her. It was not much she asked from the realm, kindness is not something she believed to be much.
