Where a cursed storyteller is cast out from her homeland.
Where a warrior learns what it means to love from afar.
Where Layla, after being betrayed by who she thought was her dearest friend, must learn what it means to care again against her own will.
A story of a hidden, forbidden love who went through the centuries before finally being addressed.
"But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for."
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WARNING: One, english is not my first language, so, sorry for any eventual mistakes. Two, this is my first fanfic, so BE KIND. Three, don't like, don't read. Fourth, I tried to be as accurate as possible, but note that this is FANFIC. Five, constructive critics are appreciated, as long as you are kind and respectful.
DISCLAIMER: Every picture that you see I got from Pinterest, so credit to whoever made them. I only own my oc and her story, and whatever I make up that is not in Tolkien. Otherwise, of course, everything belongs to the wonderful Professor J. R. R. Tolkien.
She was an accident. That's what she really was. Born a royal. Raised a commoner. An insignificant girl, born to have children and make her future husband happy. Never would she imagine that her father was a cast out king and her mother the daughter of a lord. Never would she imagine that she could be raised to be so much more; a warrior, a princess, or whatever she wanted to be. Never had she been told this as a child because she had been just that, a child. She would never have a perfect childhood and never would she be able to have that special bond with her parents. And all because she was a mistake.
All because she was the product of a forsaken romance.
All because she was forbidden.