The huntress ( a hobbit fanfic) on hold massive editing

The huntress ( a hobbit fanfic) on hold massive editing

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Fanfic
Lord Of The Rings
Mai laneson is one of the only shadow beast hunters left, on middle earth her and the other two have a spell put on them that they can't grow old until they find some one to take there place. Mai finds her self traveling with the company of thirteen dwarfs, a wizard and a hobbit. She's a human but is short like a dwarf or hobbit and the eye of one dwarf. who? well you need to read to find out. Mai has long black hair that goes to the middle of her rib cage and pale grey eyes she has black rune marks all over her body and scars. Disclaimer i don't own most of the characters in this story. This is my first fic I always like feedback but please be nice and I've only seen the movies.
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Warrior. Shadow. Ruthless. The freest of hearts and sharpest of tongues. A survivor in her own right. A human girl, born of the ancient blood of Númenor, raised by Elves. Meant for greatness, but honed on the black blood of Orcs. Léra Celebdraug is free, and not a single soul will ever change that. She writes her own fate. She chooses her own paths. No Man, Elf, nor Dwarf can stand in the way of what her heart truly desires. She wants to be feared. To be relentless. She wants the dark creatures of enemy forces to flee beneath her blade. She won't settle for shiny armor and a crown on her head. There will be blood before her freedom is ensured. Blood that runs black and red across her hands. The blood of Dwarves. Of Elves. Of Man. She will bring the world to its knees. And still she will keep up the fight.

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