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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It had been two days since Sorin jumped to the sea, two long days that many wondered why the greatest warrior had thrown himself into the sea. All of the tragedy that took place in Eregion was making Galadriel feel regret of bringing Halbrand, noticing how he kept the princess in a tight grip. He always kept her with her while they worked with Celebrimbor. Never once did she leave his perimeter, like he needed her around at all times. Even her children were kept in one of Celebrimbor's room, her two daughters now bigger than before. It was as if they aged a year every day and they were not babies anymore, they were children that now walked. Halbrand also keeping his children on a leash, not many Elves got to speak to his children, only certain ones.
So when Galadriel noticed the grave change, she had requested for the royal lineage of the Southlands to be brought to her. She knew Sorin was right, that she had to trust her instincts, even if it meant risking everything. She was unable to ignore it any longer and she noticed how Alora had changed, she seemed to be more colder to Galadriel while with Halbrand. However, when Galadriel did catch Alora alone on the rare occasion, her kind princess would return to her and provided such peace to her.
Galadriel was beginning to feel alone, she missed her conversations with the princess, so when she walked into the smith's area, she sees the princess writing on a scroll.
"Princess, may I speak to you?" Galadriel asked her and looked down at what Alora was doing, noticing she was not writing. She was drawing, seeing it was plans for a smith to make it, a gold trident and she could tell it was something she was enjoying making. It was a gold trident with three sharp tongs, a red jewel right in the middle, and it seemed to have other intricate details. "Yes, walk with me." Alora answered without looking at her and rolled up the scroll then began to walk with Galadriel following her.
The two then walked into a room, the sound of children laughing caught her attention and she noticed how big Eleniel and Caninde. It was as if they aged 5 years in such little time, already walking and their hair long and braided.
