The elleth from under the mountain
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Deep within the realms of the Rhosabel forest a elfling lives. Orphaned by events that happened many moons ago she was left in the care of those who cost her parents their lives.
A long forgotten promise, and a long bearded stranger comes knocking on her door, changing her life forever.
....
"You're nothing but a coward!" She spat, venom dripping off every syllable. If it weren't for him she wouldn't be stuck in this god forsaken part of the country. Wounded and captured.
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