Weaver of her Own Shadows

Weaver of her Own Shadows

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Under a curtain of black webs, next to a pool that seems to suck up the shadows of Avathar, Ungoliant ponders on the terms she has negotiated with her former master. So long as she remembers the light that will become hers, she will breathe Aman's saccharine air and expose herself to the Valar's fiery eyes with an undaunted heart. This is an entry for the Tales of Arda Marred Contest. I do not own The Silmarillion nor its characters.
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❝𝐀 𝐉𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐓𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫❞ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐭 | 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐢 Her true name was spoken only in shadows: Levónalehím Saffronlé Lórien. Her past, fractured-hidden within memory. Yet, Middle-earth has a way of summoning those it has marked, whether they seek such paths or flee from them. Though few knew the truth of her origins, her bond with Bilbo Baggins ran deeper than blood-a quiet thread that tied her to him. Alas, even that fragile tether could not hold her when fate intervened. When her road crossed that of Thorin Oakenshield and his Company, the turning of her life became inevitable. Fate bound her to their quest of reclaiming of Erebor-a kingdom buried beneath sorrow, gold, and dragon-fire. Among Dwarves who eyed her with suspicion, and shadows that hunted what light she carried, Saffronlé found something she had not known since childhood: a place where her presence mattered. In the echo of steel upon stone, beneath starlight and the whisper of ancient evils stirring, she discovered something rarer still-love. A love that remains steady and unexpected, blooming in the unlikeliest of hearts. •PG-13 : Violence, Action, & Brief Language• {My Rights : +cover, +character, & +my ideas}

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