'Smiling, I put the smoke between my lips, cupping the cigarette in my hands as it lit, ready to burn a hole into my youthful lungs. The taste, the exhilarating feeling of the nicotine in my throat made me feel warmed, and as if I knew what I was doing here. At least I would have one thing in common with the bikers, that I was a smoker.'

Farren and her brother Aragorn have wandered Middle Earth for the best part of a century, however with the discovery of the One Ring Farren is thrown into an epic journey across the lands, surrounded by old and new faces. Including a certain Mirkwood Prince who left her 50 years ago with no explanation. Farren has never known why Legolas suddenly left her and Aragorn all those years ago. Can the fellowship bring their friendship back together? Will their friendship grow to something more? Or will the darkness of Mordor overtake the land? Farren has far more power than she can possible comprehend, a power that Middle Earth has never seen before. Her destiny as the heiress of Isildur is far more convoluted than anyone could ever have predicted.

❝I'm not going anywhere, because you're the one.❞ She was the fall he had always desired. He was the warmth she never knew she needed. They were love at first sight that neither realised... Warm and fuzzy. Friendships and romance. Traumas and memories. Neck kisses and ticking clocks. Heartbreaks and a great love story. ​ ─ mark sloan x fem!oc ​ ─ grey's anatomy; s2 ~ s9 ​ ─ fluffs & ANGST (beware you may cry,,) ​ ─ posted on AO3 under same username ⊱ ──────── ❦ ──────── ⊰

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