An Elf Prince and the Forest Warrior

An Elf Prince and the Forest Warrior

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Lord Of The Rings
The Fellowship has already been sent out to destroy the ring. However, there are not 9 but 10 members. Who is this tenth member? She is a warrior. The bravest that Middle Earth has ever known and a part of a race that was thought to have been nothing but a legend. Being part of the Fellowship means danger and betrayal. But will she find something that she did not intend to? Will love get in the way or will she accept it for what it is?
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"Without love, immortality is a punishment. With it, a life drowning in pain." "Well then what are we if we do not suffer for that immortal love?" Arathiel. Sister to Elrond and elf of Rivendell. Daughter of Half-Elven parents, Arathiel has been battling her mortal and immortal nature for her entire life. She has walked Middle-Earth for centuries. From before the creation of Mordor and the rise of Sauron to the day that The Ring resurfaced for the final time. Arathiel watched it happen. She watched as The Ring was forged and she swore an Oath to destroy it. Now, after years of being lost in time, The Ring has been found and the Fellowship to cast it to fires of it's origin has been tasked. Her one and true purpose on Middle-Earth has shown itself. She can finally finish what it was she set out to do, but nothing is as easy as that. Arathiel knows this more than most. She has never loved in her life. No love more than that she felt for her brother or own kind. That familial love that didn't fade. She feared to fall so deeply for someone. She had seen heartbreak and she had seen loss, and yet, perhaps love isn't what she fears, but rather who it is her heart softens for. Who, in her thousands of years, breaks that wall of ice. FaramirxOC (Books 1-3)

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