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 SIX son of the silent woods ⋆₊⊹˖ ࣪𖥔 THIRD AGE YEARS ━━1000
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❝souls don't meet by accident❞
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Eliarame stepped softly into the forest, her boots sinking into the rich, damp earth as the canopy above closed in around her. The forest stretched endlessly in every direction, a labyrinth of trees and shadows that seemed to shift with each breath of the wind. Towering oaks and towering pines, their branches tangled in a thick, leafy canopy, allowed only thin beams of sunlight to filter through, casting the forest floor in a dim, ethereal glow. The silence was deep, broken only by the occasional creak of ancient wood and the rustle of unseen creatures moving through the underbrush. Every step she took felt like an intrusion on some ancient, sacred ground.
Her senses were heightened here, in this wild and untamed place. The air was thick with the scent of pine needles and moss, with the faint sweetness of damp bark. She could feel the moisture clinging to her skin, the coolness of the forest air wrapping around her like a cloak. She paused for a moment, closing her eyes to let the rhythm of the forest sink into her, to feel its pulse through the soles of her feet. Greenwood, Lasgalen, as it was once known—there was something ancient here, something alive that went far beyond the surface.
As her eyes opened, she took in the finer details around her. The gnarled roots of trees twisted and wove beneath her feet, creating a natural path that led deeper into the forest. Ferns and ivy crawled up the trunks, their green tendrils reaching toward the light like hands in prayer. A delicate mist clung to the ground in patches, swirling around her legs as she moved forward, giving the forest an almost dreamlike quality.
