Butterflies
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"What is this feeling?" Thranduil softly whispers, our lips inches apart from touching. "Butterflies." - Elise, as a young child was discovered on the side of the road, alone, by Gandalf the Grey. He noticed that there was something very different about this young elf - her eyes. One was a piercing blue while the other a deep green. Elise is then placed into the care and protection of Lord Elrond, but not without a little cover magic for her eyes. When arrangements are made for her to stay in the Woodland realm. With her new sense of freedom she sets herself on a task - to discover herself, and the world around her, but what if a certain blonde haired King becomes a distraction. Is all what it really seems? Or does something magical come to light? "What you're feeling can either create you, or destroy you." - ThranduilxOC The Hobbit Cover by myself. Rating may change in later chapters. I own nothing of Tolkien's works.
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Warrior. Shadow. Ruthless. The freest of hearts and sharpest of tongues. A survivor in her own right. A human girl, born of the ancient blood of Númenor, raised by Elves. Meant for greatness, but honed on the black blood of Orcs. Léra Celebdraug is free, and not a single soul will ever change that. She writes her own fate. She chooses her own paths. No Man, Elf, nor Dwarf can stand in the way of what her heart truly desires. She wants to be feared. To be relentless. She wants the dark creatures of enemy forces to flee beneath her blade. She won't settle for shiny armor and a crown on her head. There will be blood before her freedom is ensured. Blood that runs black and red across her hands. The blood of Dwarves. Of Elves. Of Man. She will bring the world to its knees. And still she will keep up the fight.

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