Arleith of Arlathon

The truth became a story, a story became a legend. An elven kingdom, Arlathon, once beautiful and powerfull, had been forgotten. Thousands of years had passed, White Riders moved to other kingdoms, or left to the undying lands. Most lost hope, that one day their queen would return. Old friends and allies had forgotten her. No one is expecting to see the beauty of the realm and the gueen ever again. Oh, Valar, they don't know how wrong they are.

Sent to a different demention, ripped of her memories, dark had been her dreams. When Sauron's forces rise in Mordor, she remembers. He will feel her anger for stolen years of peace and suffering of her kin during her absence. Nothing will stop her from getting back her life and power.
And for the first time in her long life, finding love in the misery of time, that came upon Middle Earth.

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All rights belong to Tolkien, I only own Arleith and everything that includes her. It's a hobbit/lotr fanfiction, with a little romance. Enjoy and leave a comment if you like.