She sees him in her dreams - a golden-haired figure in a white city, the names they call each other long forgotten. Anna thinks nothing of it. They're just dreams, and dreams have no purpose messing with reality. Until they do. PAIRINGS: Glorfindel/OC Crossposted on AO3 and ff.net, the link to my profile for AO3 is in my bio, and my username is the same anyway. I do not own the image on the cover and it has been used entirely for non-profit, but if the owner wishes for me to take it down, then please inform me. I also don't own Lord of the Rings - this is called a fanfiction for a reason.
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