Eriador

Eriador

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Fantasy
Her skin as sleek and shimmery as armor. Her eyes like a deep orange void that only she can feel. Her claws like spears. Her teeth like daggers. Her heart, a riot. Her soul, a deity. She remembers. She remembers, the petty fights, wars, heartbreak, for she was there for everything. She was there for everyone. A lover, a saint, a skinchanger, a monster. She watches over him and his people. She contains the kingdom that had fallen, for the crownless shall be queen again.
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"ₕₒₘₑ ᵢₛ bₑₕᵢₙd, ₜₕₑ wₒᵣₗd ₐₕₑₐd. ₐₙd ₜₕₑᵣₑ ₐᵣₑ ₘₐₙy ₚₐₜₕₛ ₜₒ ₜᵣₑₐd. ₜₕᵣₒᵤgₕ ₛₕₐdₒw, ₜₒ ₜₕₑ ₑdgₑ ₒf ₙᵢgₕₜ. ᵤₙₜᵢₗ ₜₕₑ ₛₜₐᵣₛ ₐᵣₑ ₐₗₗ ₐₗᵢgₕₜ. ₘᵢₛₜ ₐₙd ₛₕₐdₒw, cₗₒᵤd ₐₙd ₛₕₐdₑ. ₐₗₗ ₛₕₐₗₗ fₐdₑ. ₐₗₗ...ₛₕₐₗₗ...fₐdₑ." ... "You have to stop." she whispered urgently. "You're placing too much of this war onto your own shoulders, when you have hundreds of men behind you willing to help you carry it." Her words evidently managed to pull his attention back up to her face, his eyes only a little bit wide at her declaration. Underneath his suddenly intense gaze, she felt her throat begin to grow dry. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰, she wanted to say, but simply could not find the courage to do so in that moment. All credits go to JRR Tolkien and Peter Jackson. I only own Deora and her story.

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