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.
Y/N Winchester had seen and been through it all. At least she thought so before the end. She ends up separated from her brothers and meeting others who she groups up with.
*I do not own The walking dead story or it's plot lines. I only own the main character and her story. This is strictly for entertainment purposes*