Gleina na Agar: LOTR story (Reader)

Gleina na Agar: LOTR story (Reader)

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Lord Of The Rings
You are sucked into the Realm of Middle Earth accidentally, and are bound to the ring! If you don't find a way to unbind yourself from it, you will perish within the fires of Mordor. Strong bonds of friendship, magic and no small amount of courage is needed for this quest. Are you up for it? "When will you tell her, Gandalf? That her spirit is connected with the ring?" Frodo asked the grey wizard. Gandalf's silver beard twitched, "Not at this moment, my young hobbit. Not until I can find a way to separate her conscious from Sauron's grasp... Or until it becomes too late to reverse the process..." He sighed at the coming thoughts, "Let us hope it's not the later, or she will perish with the ring... or worse... Become one with Sauron himself!"
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Warrior. Shadow. Ruthless. The freest of hearts and sharpest of tongues. A survivor in her own right. A human girl, born of the ancient blood of Númenor, raised by Elves. Meant for greatness, but honed on the black blood of Orcs. Léra Celebdraug is free, and not a single soul will ever change that. She writes her own fate. She chooses her own paths. No Man, Elf, nor Dwarf can stand in the way of what her heart truly desires. She wants to be feared. To be relentless. She wants the dark creatures of enemy forces to flee beneath her blade. She won't settle for shiny armor and a crown on her head. There will be blood before her freedom is ensured. Blood that runs black and red across her hands. The blood of Dwarves. Of Elves. Of Man. She will bring the world to its knees. And still she will keep up the fight.

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