Unrelenting | | Th/Lotr | | Oc Insert

Unrelenting | | Th/Lotr | | Oc Insert

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The stark white dress formed around her soft curves, A soft wind made her long blond hip-length hair dance, framing her porcelain skin perfectly. "Where the fuck did this wind come from? We're underground," grumbled Alexa. Alexa stood slightly to the right of her stunning friend. Her frizzy dark brown hair clung to her face as she awkwardly readjusted her high-waisted shorts that always seemed to ride up. ----------------------------------------- There is always another side of a story, an untold truth, and a reason behind action or inaction. When Alexander and Miranda wake up in a world they only saw as fantasy, they view the realm of middle-earth In a new light while relearning their lifelong friendship along with building more. Alexa x Glorfindel Mira x Legolas
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