Healing the Heart

AN: Hi everyone! I’m sorry it is taken so long to come back. ^^’ There has been so much going on and then when I finally had free time all of my creativity had been utterly drained. This chapter has been the hardest yet because I wasn’t sure how to approach it. ^^” I’ve rewritten the beginning of this too many times to count. =_= all I wanted to do was sleep for a year. I’m feeling a little better now though and so I hope that it doesn’t turn out too badly. Thank you for still being so loyal and reading!







Oh and PS. This story is beginning in early spring after the snow has melted because I doubt they could have called a council meeting to Imlandris during the winter when the elves of Lothlórien would have to pass over the Misty Mountains in the heavy snow.







This time let’s see what is happening in other parts of Middle Earth…











Chapter Five: Not Lost











The weather was pleasant for now, the sky mostly clear with the exception of a few fluffy, rainless clouds on the horizon. The heat wasn’t even disagreeable as it was the warmth of a promised spring to come. The procession of Elven Lord Gil-galad and his council had already passed the Ered Luin mountain range and the Little Lune River some weeks ago, which placed the travelling elvish group somewhere in the middle of the Eriador lands. They could already make out the beginning shapes of the Misty Mountains in the distance, which thankfully was a sign that they were getting closer to reaching their destination. Something many were very pleased about.



Lord Gil-galad and his close warriors could have easily made the trip in half the time that it was taking now but due to the gravity of the situation and the need for all of his council to join him in Imlandris the going was slow. The group was more than one hundred large with only the elven lords and ladies riding horses. Most of the rest were Gil-galad’s most trusted warriors who were accompanying them as an extra precaution and while they could easily keep pace with horses Gil-galad refused to run his men ragged and risk their energy being low in the chance that they might be attacked along the way.



What was surprising, however, was that one of these trusted fighters was not an elf…



It was not uncommon for humans to live in Lindon – it was a peaceful land of mixed races despite the majority being elven - but it was rare for any to find a place in the royal guard. Most were more than happy to live their lives in the villages as artisans or farmers. They also found it difficult to rise to the standards needed to fight along side elves to protect their lord. With superior senses and a speed and grace that few but the Eldar children could match many mortal men were left behind or became more of a hindrance in battle when trying to perform elvish battle maneuvers that were beyond their abilities.



The man that had become part of their army had fought determinedly to gain the privilege, however, and while many had looked on with a healthy dose of scepticism in the beginning he had slowly begun to win their trust and respect. Now after only a few short years Helluin was just as much an elf alongside them as any. Gil-galad trusted his opinion and many times the mortal was able to help smooth over any tension between the elves and humans that came from not always understanding each other. In this way the elven lord knew that he could be of great assistance when meeting with their mortal allies. Having a man with his people to show that he accepted his kind could go a long way with Elendil who was both proud and determined to prove that the race of men were every bit equal to the elves.



At the moment though, Helluin looked anything but a trained warrior. The dark haired man was telling some grand – and more likely than not embellished – story to some of his closer elven friends, waving his arms wildly and acting out bits and pieces as they walked. His quick wit and humor always managed to send those around him into never ending peals of laughter and many times his outlandish jokes and stories could stop a group who were working and end up getting them off track for hours. It was quite ironic to Gil-galad when he could see a darkness in the man’s eyes that had never quite disappeared. In fact it hardly faded at all since he had arrived in Lindon. The only difference was that he was becoming better at covering it up around others. If any of the other elves saw this as well they said nothing. A person’s pain was their own and only if he was ready would he approach anyone about it. Until then they would just give him the space he needed to come to terms with it.



The pain was hidden at the moment, though, and Lólindir – Helluin’s sometimes partner in crime – was joking along with him, making the others around them laugh and loose all appearance of being body guards. In a moment’s notice they could slip into battle mode, but the elven lord couldn’t help but smile faintly at their youth and feel glad to see those he cared so much about happy. At least on the outside if nothing else.



“He is certainly keeping them full of energy.” Elros chuckled from the lord’s left side.



The silvery blonde elf was one of Gil-galad’s closest and most trusted of his friends and advisors. They had grown up together ever since the king’s father sent him to Círdan after a vicious attack by Morgoth. Elros had been an inquisitive and fiercely loyal elfling that had stuck at his side since almost the first moment they had met. Gil-galad couldn’t appreciate him more after all the times that he had given up his own happiness to be at his lord’s side.



“Of course, Helluin is always in the midst of things. At this rate we won’t need to worry for being attacked, their laughter and bellows will scare away any orcs that hear our approach.” He said amused, his lips pulled into a soft smile even though he had to always retain a regal and composed air.



Elros laughed once more, the bangles in his hair tinkling lightly like bells as he reached out to absently stroke his horse’s - Mirth - mane.



“Indeed, though I would be heart struck to lose the sound. There has been little reason for laughter as of late and I believe we need all we can manage.” He said seriously, his smile turning just a little sad though it still retained it is light.



Gil-galad sighed heavily but nodded, his almost snow silver hair gleaming in the sun and around his shoulders.



“Yes, it has been sorely missed, but I can only hope that with this new alliance that soon the darkness will recede from Middle Earth for the last time and our people will once again need not worry about such foul creatures invading our lands.”



Elros nodded as his eyes were fixed on the mountains before them.



“Yes…We can hope.” He said softly though both were old enough to know that darkness could never truly be destroyed.



Without darkness there was no light and it could never disrupt the balance of the world. All they could do was to keep fighting to ensure the safety of their people and those they cared about. If they just continued to protect to the best of their ability maybe it would be enough. The thought made the blonde elf glance back to his lord. A faint smile pulled on his lips before he returned back to watching where Mirth was taking him.



Yes he would protect those he cared about.







The elven procession traveled for almost a week more before they reached the rich woods of Imlandris west of the Misty Mountains. The weather had taken a colder turn, wanting to cling to the last reminisces of winter before it let go completely and even though the elves barely felt the shift Helluin had to wrap a few more cloaks around himself to ward off the chill. It would not do to become ill just as they were arriving to the council.



“And the spider’s fangs were th~is big!” The dark haired human exclaimed, holding his arms out before laughing. “You should have seen the look on Inwë’s face! She almost passed out! I didn’t know our big bad warrior elf was so afraid of a little arachnid!”



The strawberry blonde elf to Helluin’s right smacked her human friend on the back of the head, her blue eyes flashing angrily but with a small hint of amusement hiding behind.



“I would watch my words, Helluin, you do not sleep with your eyes open as we do.” She retorted as their friends laughed.



“Yes, our little scout has a nasty sense of retribution when her pride is involved.” Celegorm laughed, another male elf who was in the same party as them and was a master at a short sword.



“Oh I am very terrified.” Helluin smirked, dancing away from another cuff that would have probably hurt more than he wanted to admit.



Inwë hit hard.



The mortal knew just how far to push the other before she snapped so he began reeling himself in a little, dancing behind the taller Celegorm for protection. The elf laughed at this and Andúnë, the other female elf in their small group with silvery blonde hair who was a distant relative to another Elven Lord just smirked, nudging her companion in the side.



“Don’t worry, we still have a few hours before we reach Lórien. I’m sure by then we can decide a suitable punishment.” she said, watching their human friend playfully cringe. “Besides, we wouldn’t want witnesses, would we?”



Lólindir laughed, patting Helluin on the back.



“Sorry my friend, I believe you are now on your own. I would rather not be caught in front of their revenge.” he said, brushing the decorative, golden ponytail off of his shoulder.



While the warrior elves on the east side of the Misty Mountains usually wore intricate braids in their hair to signify their standing those in Lindon instead had their own pulled back. It was a style that separated them from the nobles but in their land where there tended to be more fierce winds from the sea than in the east it also helped to insure that their vision wasn’t obscured by their long locks while in battle or during some critical point.



Lólindir simply had a tendency to care more about his appearance than even many of the female elves…Helluin made sure never to let him forget about it…



“Oh what a great help you are, coward!” The man said, opening his water pouch to take a swallow to wet his dried throat before placing it back on his belt securely.



The human wasn’t about to admit that he was starting to get a little run down. Even if he had been trained with the elves, sometimes they tended to forget that walking without sleep for days wasn’t in the best interests of his health. Thankfully they would be there soon and hopefully he could get some decent sleep once more in a nice bed like a civilized person.



“No, he is simply more intelligent than you are and knows when it is safer to hide.” Andúnë teased, her keen ears keeping a firm listen for anything around them that sounded out of place.



They were still body guards after all and she would never dishonor her family by failing her duty to protect their people and her friends. Even if they were in friendly lands, one never knew where servants of the dark lord could be skulking about.



“Who’s hiding? This is merely a tactical retreat...” Lólindir shot back, and he was the same age as the two females and having grown up with them had no problem with teasing them until they wanted to kill him.



“Oh is that what you would call it?”



“Alright you four, you should remember your voices. We are nearing Imlandris soon and you would not wish for their first impressions of us in so long to be your bickering voices, would you?” Celegorm chastised, being the oldest of the friends by a few hundred years and therefore the maturity when need be.



The others rolled their eyes but grudgingly started to keep their voices down and instead turned their attention to the woods around them. Helluin was impressed. The land of Lindon was more made up of rolling fields and the wall of Blue Mountains with only a few forests. It had been a while since he had seen such dense trees and smelled such thick air. There was also a noticeably lack of wind compared to their home. At their home there was almost always a constant breeze or flowing salt wind coming in from the sea but here the walls of trees kept the wind broken so that only a little breeze here and there was able to make it through intact. It was also understandably darker with the heavy canopy of leaves and branches blocking out the sun much of the time where in Lindon you were almost never obscured from the sky. Where it wasn’t unpleasant it was most certainly different then their kingdom.



“When are we supposed to be meeting the guards? Shouldn’t we have run into some by now on the outer reaches of the forest?” He whispered to Celegorm who nodded.



“I believe we already have, they have simply not shown themselves yet. They are probably sending word to Lord Elrond that we are here.” he explained, his dark blue, almost violet eyes watching the bushes as a small squirrel tittered out at them before disappearing back up to it is home in a tree.



Helluin nodded absently, wondering about the elves of Imlandris. To his understanding the kingdom had only recently been established – well in elven perception at least – and that the cultures of the different peoples that were coming to the council would be interesting to see. He had only ever known Lindon elves with the exception of a couple of messengers every now and then so he couldn’t help but be curious. Not to mention that there was the King of Gondor coming to this gathering which truly set the alliance between men and elves into reality.



He was curious as to how this would turn out. Hopefully the threat of Sauron would bring everyone together to fight him and they could over look any tension between them. It usually took a common enemy to do so unfortunately. That was just how everything worked he figured.



It didn’t take long before the halls of Imlandris came into view. Many were waiting for them at the grand stone archway that was the entrance to what was known as Elrond’s House. The grand structure was no more a house – Helluin thought – than it was a miniature city in and of itself. Pale stone a soft cream color made up the majority of the delicate architecture with intricately wrought iron accents. Beautiful cascading waterfalls rushed around the grand palace and in some parts through it as the elven builders obviously intended. The sight was simply magnificent and held an elegance that matched that in Lindon.



The human could tell that many of the elves were impressed as well, even though they were attempting to hide it. Lord Gil-galad just looked onto the new realm of elves in pride, knowing that his people could prosper here and it was worthy of the name. He gracefully dismounted his horse friend, patting him gently on the neck in a silent thanks for his hard work before turning to the group of elves that were hurrying towards them.



A female elf garbed in a dark burgundy dress quickly bowed politely to Gil-galad before offering a welcoming smile.



“Our most gracious greetings my Lord Gil-galad. I am Idril, daughter of Lord Fëanáro and Lady Eärlindë.” She said respectfully. “Please, your people are more than welcome, our horse masters will take care of your steeds and see to it that your things are brought to your rooms. ”



Gil-galad bowed his head back in respect to the young elf as he glanced back to his people to let them know that it was alright, though many had already started to climb off of their horses as well. Elros stepped to his side, only a step behind him as Idril seemed to be waiting for his word to enter. The elven lord had no problem with starting to follow her, glad himself that their travels had come to an end. He couldn’t help but look around curiously, however.



“I must say that I am surprised that Lord Elrond was not out here to greet us. He has always been adamant on showing hospitality to anyone who is coming to take advantage of it.” he said light heartedly.



In fact, Gil-galad did not mind the absence of a formal welcoming but after knowing Elrond for so long he could not help but find it a bit out of place that he wasn’t indeed awaiting their arrival in order to greet them.



Idril smiled apologetically.



“I am regretful to say that our Lord Elrond has yet to return from his travels to Lórien, my lord. All that was sent to us was a message that their journey back to accompany Lady Galadriel had been delayed by unforeseen events.” she tried to explain.



Gil-galad had to chuckle at this.



“Two future seers caught by surprise, I must say that is an ironic turn of events indeed.” he said amused, glancing back and glad to see that as the lords and ladies were being taken to their rooms, so too were his warriors being taken care of.



They would have a nice warm meal that night and he would be sure to allow them time to rest after their hard work. After all there would be little for them to do in the already guarded home. The restless could probably join the Imlandris guards on their patrols if they wished but he had a feeling that the majority would have no problem simply enjoying the beauty of this fledgling elven kingdom.



Elros shook his head faintly at his lord’s words before thanking Idril as well for her help. He was glad to see that Elrond planned ahead for them and placed his room beside his lord’s. The dark haired elf knew that it would make things easier than causing Lord Gil-galad to walk all the way around the home to come to his chambers where he would regularly debate with him on what should be done pertaining important decisions.



“These are the chambers Lord Elrond chose for you, they are near his own, but he also wanted to ensure that if they are not what you would like than we can find different accommodations.” she said, bowing her head politely.



Gil-galad nodded thankfully.



“These will be just fine,” He assured her. “And I have no doubt that you have more important matters to attend to than waiting on two grown elves.” he chuckled. “If we are in need of anything we will be sure to ask for assistance.”



Idril smiled faintly, bowing her head once more.



“As you wish my Lord. The afternoon tea will be brought up shortly.” she said then turned to leave, knowing that the lord did not need her any longer and was indeed more useful helping to bring food to the warriors and other lords and ladies that had now joined them.



Elros waited until the elf had left before opening the door to his room and stepping in, leaving it open for Gil-galad to follow.



“I wonder what the delay could be.” he said absently as he looked around the room, taking in the open, airy feel and the large balcony that looked out into the gardens - no doubt Gil-galad’s room had one of its own.



The silver haired elf made a soft, thoughtful sound as he made himself comfortable in a rather plush looking chair that faced the garden.



“One can only imagine when it comes to Elrond and Galadriel.” The older elf said fondly, having known the two since they were both elflings – Galadriel when he was an elfling himself and Elrond later.



The beautiful Elven Lady had a tendency of somewhat… tormenting the younger elven lord since the beginning of his romance with her daughter. Celebrían was her and Celeborn’s only child after all and she claimed that it was her right as mother, much to said daughter’s chagrin and her husband’s amusement. Elrond took the treatment well, sometimes even giving as good as the Lady. Things were certainly never boring when the two of them were in the same vicinity.



Elros laughed softly but had to nod in agreement.



“Yes, I suppose so.” he whispered.



A comfortable silence stretched between the two for a few minutes before the slightly younger glanced back to his lord.



“What do you suppose will become of this darkness in Middle Earth?” he asked softly, wanting his friend’s opinion.



Gil-galad sighed heavily, his age being seen in his eyes as he ran his hand over his face to try and gather his thoughts.



“I honestly do not know, Elros, I feel it is my duty to say that the light will triumph as it always had in the end…”



“…but that is not what you feel?”



The elven lord closed his eyes and reluctantly shook his head.



“I do not claim to have the power to see into the future or even to be able to understand such things fully…but I do know that my heart is telling me that this darkness has a hunger I have not felt since Melkor himself.” he whispered, making Elros’ fear become confirmed.



“Yes…that is what I feel as well…though I was afraid to speak it aloud for fear it might somehow make it true.” he admitted, not ashamed to say that he was afraid of what might come…



Only a fool did not fear a darkness such as Sauron.



“I am not willing to allow this fate to simply come about, however.” Gil-galad said firmly, his strength returning to his voice as his conviction grew hard in his heart. “Whatever this outcome, the whole of Middle Earth will know that our people did not back down against the shadow. We will choose our destiny ourselves and Sauron will be wise not to underestimate the determination of the races of Elves and Men.”



Elros’s heart rose at hearing his lord’s resolve and he nodded, steeling himself for the strength that he would need to have to support him. He took a few steps to cross over to the sitting elf lord and placed his hand confidently on his shoulder.



“I will stand by your side through this darkness, you will not be alone.” he vowed lowly.



Gil-galad could only smile softly and nodded.



“I know.”











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Erestor was quite sure that despite whatever misdeed he might had committed in his life…he did not deserve the fate that his lord had thrown on him. It had been almost a full month since Elrond had made his sudden and unannounced departure to Gondor with Glorfindel at his side, giving only a hurried order to ‘distract her somehow’ before disappearing off into the distance. A month since Lady Galadriel had come quite close to shaking the information out of him. He had only been saved when the beautiful and merciful Celebrían had come to his rescue, saying that her beloved Elrond was no doubt hurrying to aid the elven child and that traveling to Gondor to follow would only hinder whatever efforts he was giving.



Lord Elrond certainly didn’t deserve such a wise and gracious and compassionate Lady as she to become his wife.



He would be sure to tell him that the next opportunity he had…



Thankfully for his sake, though, Celebrían’s insight and her mother’s love had prevented Galadriel from taking her frustrations out on his person any longer. But even though she had ceased accosting him she had no intention of allowing her displeasure in the turn of events to go unknown. Flashing a beautiful and quite evil smile, she had turned to him and ‘asked’ for his assistance with her archivists in their library. Of course he could not say no to the Lady of the Golden Wood and at first he had thought this was an escape. He was on Elrond’s council but his love was of books and the written word, finding a sanctuary in their own library at Imlandris when at all possible.



What he had not planned on was the complete destruction he had found in the large library. Apparently one of the more mischievous elflings in Lórien, Orophin, had snuck into the library in search of a ‘magical’ manuscript that would give him the power to turn invisible and as such allow him to sneak into the kitchens for sweets whenever he wished. No doubt his older brothers Haldir and Rúmil had something to do with this idea. Whoever’s fault, Orophin had tried to climb up to a top shelf to reach a particularly promising looking scroll when the already loose panel had given way. With skill that only a child could manage, the elfling had tried to jump to another bookcase to prevent from falling…and had instead brought down a tapestry that then crashed into a neighboring bookcase and within moments it looked like a battle had been waged in the usually peaceful room.



Orophin was of course punished and set to helping them clean up but there were only two other elves there to assist and they had been dismissed once Galadriel had assured them that he was more than qualified to handle the job.



Leaving him alone with a bored elfling to try and salvage what was remaining of the books and scrolls. Even after weeks he had still not managed to even make a dent in the piles of jumbled mess.



Did he mention that he was not good with younglings?



At all.







He did not deserve this.







“Erestor? What is a…kaiyrn?” the ellon asked curiously as he held up a small book bound in black.



Erestor barely held back a groan.



“Cairn.” he corrected. “A cairn is a mound of stones or rocks, used as a marker, memorial or tomb.” he recited, hoping that the elfling would drop the matter.



“Oh…”



A pause.



“Why don’t they just call it a stack of rocks?”



This time Erestor did sigh heavily.



“A name is given to specify the use of the object, not just to describe said object. The word cairn is not used often anymore but it shows that a specific mound of stones have the special meaning that they are being used to mark a grave site. A simple mound of rocks does not necessarily do so.” he explained patiently.



Or at least he tried to be patient. He didn’t hate younglings but he just was simply not good with them. He was not like Glorfindel who could understand their moods and actions. He just wanted them to be rational. To make sense and children of any race certainly did not make sense.



“But what if the rocks are a cairn but then someone moves the rocks to someplace different with no dead person? Would it still be a cairn?”



He wasn’t going to speak to Elrond for a long time…



“No, it would just be a stack of rocks. People do not move cairns, however, because it is disrespectful to the dead buried there.” he said dutifully.



“Oh…” Orophin said again, closing the book and starting to put it into a pile like Erestor’s, obviously trying to mimic the older elf though his pile was noticeably smaller.



Erestor sighed faintly to himself, seeing that perhaps that was the end of that conversation at least.



“What if they moved it to another burial tomb but it wasn’t the original tomb? Would it still be a cairn?”



He wasn’t going to speak to Elrond again.



Ever.







Celebrían couldn’t help a fond chuckle as she listened to Erestor trying once again to explain to the small blonde elfling what the word meant. It had been going on like this for a while now almost to the point that the dark haired elf was tutoring Orophin in whatever strange question that he came up with. Erestor would give the definition and then Orophin would make up examples. Erestor would then end up having to correct the examples and after a ten or twenty long lecture he would begin telling how the subject had formed historically – which by then Orophin had lost interest and wasn’t listening. Silence would fall for a few minutes until Orophin thought up another strange question at which time the cycle would start over again.



The reserved and dignified advisor claimed to be horrible with children but in reality he had more patience than he admitted. He never lost his temper with an elfling and even as Orophin was going through his inquisitive stage Erestor made sure to explain anything he asked – not brushing him off carelessly – and purposefully choosing easy to understand words to describe it so as to not confuse the elfling.



The truth was that Erestor was great with kids…just a bit awkward.



“I believe I will let him suffer a little more…at least until that cowardly lord of his returns.” Galadriel’s voice said from behind her daughter.



Celebrían shook her head faintly, a fond smile on her lips.



“You are positively evil, mother.” she said amused before they turned to head back to the gardens.



“You should let me have my fun while I can.” she said seriously before chuckling and wrapping her arm around Celebrían’s shoulders, pulling her closer lightly. “He’s taking my only little girl away from me! My cute sweet innocent baby! I have to make him appreciate my sacrifice!”



Celebrían laughed, her soft voice like bells in the trees.



“You are not losing me, mother. I am merely finding the same happiness that you found in father. I will visit often and you are more than welcome to come to Imlandris whenever you wish. The only difference now is that our time together will be even more cherished. And who knows? Perhaps one day you will have little grandchildren running around your feet.” she said, teasing her mother back faintly about the idea of children.



Galadriel’s expression was positively scandalized as she waved off the idea completely.



“Children with that elf? Have you lost your senses, my child? Of course any child you grant to this world will be beautiful and a gift….but really. I fear for any world that must face his offspring.” she deadpanned.



Celebrían rolled her eyes, nudging her mother in the side faintly.



“You never know, perhaps I could tame them.” she laughed before turning her eyes back to the illuminated path that they were following.



The gardens in Lórien were not like the gardens anywhere else in Middle Earth because their ‘flowers’ were actually the blossoms and fruits that existed high in the branches of the shimmering silver trees. The path consisted of delicate but strong mirrored glass that was fitted into the tree branches so perfectly that there was no need of any cohesive material. Leaves and vines hung around their heads, gleaming like stars and flowers that’s sweet pollen seemed to be dancing in the soft breeze of the canopy.



This was probably Celebrían’s favorite place in her home. It was so peaceful and its beauty unsurpassed by anything in Middle Earth. She would spend hours along these paths when she was younger and do nothing but watch as life happened around her. It seemed like such a miracle that it still amazed her into silence even today.



For a few minutes the two women said nothing as they just enjoyed their walk, arm-in-arm and almost gleaming themselves in their silver robes and golden hair. Right now, however, the garden did little to help sooth Celebrían’s troubled heart. So much had happened and was happening that she feared for her family…for her people…for the world.



“Mother? How could an elfling be lost to us? How could we have not known about them?” she asked sadly, imagining an elfling all alone with no one to protect them.



It was a horrible vision.



Galadriel frowned softly, her own motherly instincts screaming at her to be at the elfling’s side to protect and care for the poor, innocent soul. She knew that Elrond’s choice had been the right one but that did not mean that she was pleased with just remaining there with no ability to help ease the fear of the elfling. What scared her the most was that she could not feel them. She could locate most of her people effortlessly, know their safety and be assured that she had lost no one. This elfling however…she could feel but it was through a heavy veil. A mist that surrounded them and kept her mind’s eye from being able to ‘see’ them as she wanted.



“I do not know, my darling, but I promise that they will never be alone again. I doubt there is an elf anywhere in Middle Earth that wouldn’t be more than glad to accept them into their family. I would accept them.” she said softly, though her voice strong and determined, showing the spirit that led her to become one of the three great Elven Lords in Middle Earth.



Celebrían nodded softly, moving to hug her mother around the waist gently.



“Yes…they will be safe with us…even with the darkness spreading we will protect our younglings. They will not fall to shadow.” she whispered.



She knew that she was not going to be allowed any place in this war. She could fight just as well as any other elf in Lórien – she was their princess after all – but her mother would forbid it and Elrond would have a heart attack. The young Lady also knew that while this war was being waged there would need to be a stability back in Imlandris so that those remaining would have something to hold onto and there would still be a home for their warriors to return to.



She didn’t like it, but she knew it was important.



And she would do anything to protect her people and help her husband-to-be so that he could focus simply on fighting Sauron and coming home safe. Coming home safe to her.



That was all that mattered.







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AN: Yes I’m giving the females personalities! Yay! And just so you know any character that shows up in this story that is not from LOTR or HP does belong to mean I if you wish to use them you will HAVE to ask for permission! X3 thank you and once again I apologize for the late arrival.







P.S. I am thinking about a story involving HP and Kingdom Hearts but once again want to know if it is an idea that will be worth following and if people will read it. Tell me what you think! Thank you!