𖥔 ࣪˖ ⊹₊ ⋆ ➵𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐋 -OIALË
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❝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 NINE the boy who will be king ⋆₊⊹˖ ࣪𖥔 THIRD AGE YEARS ━━2952
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❝In his eyes, she saw a king; in hers, he found a guide.❞
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423 years had passed since the tragic day Celebrian was lost, had departed for the Undying Lands, and though the passage of time had eased the rawness of her grief, the wound in her heart remained. She often found herself drawn to quiet corners of Rivendell, where the wind and water whispered in the same tones her mother's voice once had. Yet her memory remained vivid in the hearts of all who had known her. Rivendell, the sanctuary of wisdom and beauty, had continued to thrive under the watchful gaze of Lord Elrond, but a shadow lingered over his house. Eliarame, now an elf of grace and strength, had grown into a warrior and protector of her home.
Eliarame stood in the courtyard, her long, dark hair flowing down her back like a cascade her violet eyes glistening as she gazed out at the familiar landscape. She had always loved the mornings in Rivendell—the quiet, the solitude, the way the world seemed to slow down just for a little while. But today, her peace was interrupted by a soft giggle—a sound so innocent and pure that it caught her attention, her steps led her to the gardens where she often found peace. She rounded a corner, lost in thought, and nearly stumbled upon a small figure sitting quietly on a bench near the edge of a fountain.
Turning her gaze, she saw him,his chubby hands clutching a bundle of wildflowers. His hair was dark, his eyes bright and curious as they scanned the garden with the wonder of someone seeing it for the first time. It was Aragorn, the child of men, recently brought to Rivendell by his mother, Gilraen, for protection though burdened with a legacy as heavy as any crown. He had been entrusted to Lord Elrond's care, and Eliarame had heard much of him, though this was the first time she had seen him up close.
The boy was tiny, his head barely reaching the arm of the stone bench, and his large, curious eyes were focused on the rippling water. His dark hair was tousled, and his face bore a serious expression for someone so young. Eliarame paused for a moment, her heart unexpectedly softening at the sight of him. She had seen children before, but there was something about this boy, something that tugged at the edges of her heart. His bright blue eyes reflected the sky above, and for a brief moment, she saw a flicker of something familiar, something noble yet unformed.
