DanMachi: The Rise Of Elden Lord

DanMachi: The Rise Of Elden Lord

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Lord Of The Rings
How much had passed? Years? Or maybe centuries? He knew nothing... Since his death, when he entered Middle-earth, he was still the same naive boy who dreamed of becoming a hero. Grace's golden marks kept his soul alive for so long, until the experienced pain of every death. A bright soul that had to drown in darkness to grow. The price for it? Memories he had lost? The name he had forgotten? Even though he had become Elden Lord, the threat in the shadows still called to him. Walking the path that this time led to the shadow of the great tree. How much must he kill?... How much must he continue?... How many gods had he killed?... How much rune had he absorbed?... How long would it go on like this?! He was just lying next to the gate where just defeated miquella and Radahn, wanting only one thing; "Home..."
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There still lay a difficult road ahead - for the both of them - and whatever answers he hopes he will find, whatever path he must have to make - he does not believe it will come easy, or soon, or quick; but for her joy, for her laughter, for her smile - for a life free of all that harms her, all that hurts her, to be in the world again, to do as she likes, go where she pleases - there is no price he would not pay. He would divest all of himself, he would give up his life, his blood, his lineage, all that he could give - if it meant she was free. (For the only home he has ever known has been here, the one they had built together, the one where they had tended to their garden; that one where he can reach out and hold her hand; the one where he can lay in her arms, and she can lay in his.) THIS WORK IS NOT MINE, THE CREATOR IS: https://archiveofourown.org/users/ProvincialWarbler/pseuds/ProvincialWarbler I TAKE ZERO CREDIT IF THE CREATOR WANTS ME TO TAKE IT DOWN, I WILL DO SO. Original link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/61530004

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