"You talk too much elf-boy," Arya muttered, her voice hoarse from all the screaming she had done due to the pain of her injuries. Legolas scrunched up his nose in disdain of the nickname, but a smile soon found his way onto his face. "I am not a boy." Her eyes opened then, and her familiar hazel eyes met his striking blue ones. A small smile made itself present on her face as she looked at him, a twinkle of mischief evident in her eyes. "No. You are not." ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ Arya woke up some years ago with a grey-haired wizard leaning over her. She had no memories, no indications that told her who or what she was. With the outer appearances of an elf, but eyes that flash orange and strange symbols that appear on her skin - no one seems able to tell her anything about her past. She joined the quest of Thorin's dwarven company to have something to do, and she quickly became a part of their group. After a long and arduous journey but still a far away from the mountain they stumble into trouble. And whom is there to save her, but a certain Mirkwood prince with long blond hair and a pair of startling blue eyes. With one of them bursting with light, and the other filled with darkness their story will be anything but easy. Feelings, however, are hard to suppress, and with a war brewing on the horizon they might not have a lot of time. Read on if: You would like to figure out what Arya is. You would like to see one of Tolkiens beloved characters discover love. You love dwarves, elves, hobbits and wizards You love Middle-Earth You just want to read it for the heck of it You do not have anything better to do ...Just please do it? Please and thank you.

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"Black moths were dancing, because it was cold, because it was dark. Because they were hungry, for the butterfly." Fem OC X Penny Adiyodi, Queliot (To read the original, unedited version of this story, The Deceiver, see my profile) {if you are reading this story on any platform other than Wattpad or AO3, you are very likely to be at risk of a malware attack. If you wish to read this story in its original, safe, form, please go to https://my.w.tt/Ltsi76Lev8 }

Quentin Coldwater doesn't trust people. Never really has, but thats forced to change when Eliot Waugh finds out about Quentins self-harm. Maybe, with someone like him, Quentin can learn to trust, or even love. In which Quentin fresh out of an abusive relationship finds friendship, healing, and magic. Mentions to sexual assult and self harm.

⁺◞ ༉ ❪ orphic ❫ ꜜ anastasia beauregard was enchanting, but, above all, a mystery. with her american accent, stand offish demeanor, and a story hidden in her eyes. many tried, and failed, to get close with the petite girl, who made it her mission to stay as far away as she could. that soon blew up in her face as when they left to find solstice during the war, they found themselves in a whole new one. ━━ fall for someone with an air of mystery and wildness in their bones, but with the kindest eyes and a thousand beautiful stories woven into their souls. - nikita gill chronicles of narnia edmund pevensie x fem! oc ©aphroditesangels 2020 descrip,, starrysink ❪ status, completed ❫