Baptized in Blood and Flame

Baptized in Blood and Flame

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Lord Of The Rings
Lord of the Rings/Hobbit/Silmarillion fanfiction Tauriel Thranduiliel had run away. She couldn't take it anymore; after the death of her mother when she was scarcely 100 years old, her father had become more and more protective of her and her brother, Legolas. It broke her heart, but finally, she slipped past the guards and into the dark forest. She couldn't have then imagined the chaos and destruction that came from that decision. Combination book- and movie-canon DISCLAIMER: My character Tauriel and the character from the Hobbit have no connection other than name (the latter doesn't exist in this story). I don't own The Lord Of The Rings series or anything to do with it. Art featured in this book is not mine.
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Hadrian shook his head slowly. "No," he lied. He wasn't sure why he withheld the truth, but something told him to keep his past life a secret for now. "I just... woke up here." Elrond and Glorfindel exchanged a glance, silent words passing between them. "You are unlike any child we have seen before," Elrond finally said. "Your presence is... different. But there is no darkness in you. That alone is enough for us to offer you sanctuary." Hadrian exhaled, some of the tension in his body easing. Safe. He had never truly been safe before. The idea felt foreign, but not unwelcome. It was then that he finally noticed his reflection in the polished silver mirror across the room. He inhaled sharply. An elfling stared back at him. His body was smaller, more delicate, yet not frail. His ears tapered into elegant points, peeking through his unruly dark hair, which cascaded down to his shoulders in soft waves. His eyes were still the same vivid green, but they held a strange, ethereal glow, as if infused with the very magic of this world. A child again. A proper child, not the underfed, scrappy boy who had spent his youth locked away in a cupboard. Hadrian raised a trembling hand to his face, his fingers tracing over smooth skin, unblemished by scars of war and hardship. He had truly been reborn. -Takes place during The Hobbit-

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