𖥔 ࣪˖ ⊹₊ ⋆ ➵𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐋 -OIALË
↪︎ legolas thranduillion
❝Yet you offer trust so freely. What makes you think I will not turn this blade on you?❞
❝if you wanted to, you would have done so already.❞
𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 ━Eliamäre daugther...
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━━act one 𖥔 ࣪˖ ⊹₊ nepenthe CHAPTER ONE the eye of fear ⋆₊⊹˖ ࣪𖥔 THIRD AGE YEARS ━━140
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𖥔 ࣪˖ ⊹₊ ⋆ ↪︎
❝ i was only a child.you ruined me.❞
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The halls of Imladris were cloaked in the stillness of the early evening, with the soft flicker of lanterns casting gentle shadows on the stone walls.a child walked slowly, her bare feet whispering against the cool marble floors as she wandered through the silent corridors. Her mind, usually filled with quiet thoughts, felt restless tonight, as if something was calling to her from a place beyond sight.
Her steps grew slower as the familiar, unsettling sensation began to take root in her chest—a pulse of energy, distant and yet growing stronger. Her vision blurred, and she instinctively reached out to steady herself against the wall. The cold stone beneath her fingers seemed to hum with life, and the air around her thickened with magic.
A sharp breath caught in her throat, and suddenly, she was no longer in the halls of Imladris.
Suddenly, without warning, a dark shadow filled her mind. It was as if the world around her had vanished, and she found herself plunged into a vision—a vision far beyond her years and experience. The vibrant colors of the garden dissolved into shades of black and red. She gasped, clutching her chest as if the air had been pulled from her lungs. Her vision was obscured by a dense, suffocating darkness that seemed to creep into every corner of her mind.
Through the shadow, a terrible image took form: a great, burning eye—fiery and malevolent—hovered in the distance. It pulsed with an ancient malice, unblinking, as if it were searching, waiting. Around it loomed the jagged, towering black fortress of Barad-dûr, its sharp spires rising like claws into the storm-darkened sky. A ring appeared in the center of the eye, glinting ominously, as it rotated slowly in the dark, fiery depths.
Darkness enveloped her, a cold grip tightening around her heart. She stood on a desolate battlefield, the air thick with despair and smoke. The ground was scorched and littered with remnants of a fierce struggle. Then, from the shadows, a figure emerged, cloaked in malice — Sauron, his eyes glowing like embers of a dying flame. "Eliarame," he called, his voice a haunting melody of darkness that echoed through the void. "You cannot hide from me. Your light will be mine."
With a surge of fear, she tried to turn away, but tendrils of shadow reached out, grasping at her, pulling her closer to the abyss. The vision twisted and morphed, revealing fleeting images of two boys yet shimmering with an ethereal light. Their laughter echoed through her mind, a stark contrast to the malevolent darkness surrounding her. "Save us, sister," they called in unison, their voices a fragile whisper against the storm of shadows.
