Elénaril

The wife of Thranduil has returned, but years of imprisonment have left her changed.
#LotR #TheHobbit #Oc #Mc #NoSmut #SweetNSassy

[Elénaril @HealingQueen_]

Elénaril, the wife of Thranduil. Escaped but not unscathed.
-Oc, not new to fandom
-Descriptive and semi-selective
-Dm to plot
Rt please?

[Elénaril @HealingQueen_]

// I apologize for my absence. This last semester was rough. But I am now on summer break and things are getting better.

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|| A L R I G HT, trying to get this account back to life!

- am seeking for SLs!
- OCs and Crossovers are very much welcomed, there’s only one need: be descriptive!

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[Elénaril @HealingQueen_]

~ first time in years.

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~ only stopped when she no longer had the strength to go on. Collapsing to the ground, Elénaril found the field she was in to be extremely soft compared to the hard cement she was used to. Elénaril closed her eyes, and a soft smile gracing her lips for the ~

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~ delivery of a small meal consisting of stale bread and dirty water resulted in a carelessly cracked door. Once out of the cave she seemed to have been held in, Elénaril picked a direction and ran. She had no memories to guide her, she she simply ran. She ~

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~ However, this time they went too far. For when she woke, Elénaril had no memories of her life before the prison. The small cell, the sound of dripping water on cement, and the copper smell of blood was all she knew. Her escape came soon after, when her ~

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~ alone.
After a particularly brutal round of torture and questioning, Elénaril had to be carried back to her cell, nearly unconscious from the blood loss. After twenty years, the orcs had given up on truly getting answers and simply wanted some fun. ~

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~ every hit, every single day of torture, Elénaril never spoke. After a time, she wasn’t sure she could speak. She no longer cried or screamed, no matter the depths of the cuts. She no longer cried during the long, dark nights left in her cell. She was ~

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~ lock of her hair,” alternative methods.” And with that he left, the orcs with him.
Elénaril already knew what ‘alternative methods’ meant. They intended to torture her for information. But she would not budge on her stance. With every slow cut, every hit, ~

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~ glare at him. “You should know better. I will never let you take my city.”
“I was honestly hoping you would make this easy. Unlike my other prisoners here, you are far too valuable to kill. We will just have to go for,” he paused for a moment, tugging a ~

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~ answer. For years, he had been on a rampage taking over cities, Angmar amongst them. Apparently, the Woodland Realm was next on his list.
“Weaknesses, my dear,” he replied, hand reaching out to stroke her white hair
Elénaril recoiled, then stopped to ~

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~ attempted to close the distance between them.
“Now, now,” even his voice grated her nerves,” we mustn't be hostile. A queen should be elegant,” he chastised her, clicking his tongue.
“What do you want,” Elénaril demanded, despite already knowing the ~

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~ her cell, moving to stand on either side of her door, revealing a figure behind them. A tall figure in flowing robes entered, one whom Elénaril recognized immediately. “Witch-king,” she gritted her teeth, chains pulling tight against her wrists as she ~

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~ black spots in her vision, the last thing Elénaril saw was her guards dead on the ground before her.
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The opening of the door pulled Elénaril from her thoughts. Jumping to her feet, Elénaril stood straight, refusing to cower. Two Orcs walked into ~

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~ with her blade towards one orc and then swiftly blocked a blow from the other. Both giving and receiving blows, the battle raged on for Elénaril. Suddenly, an unexpected blow to her left side sent her flying into a tree. Lying on her side, fighting the ~

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~ age, Elénaril was a fierce fighter and often rivaled her husband despite her gift being healing. Before long, Elénaril had two of her attackers on the ground, dead. The other two, however, were much stronger than their fallen friends. Elénaril struck out ~

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~ threw herself into battle. Elénaril found herself surrounded by four of the orcs; obviously she was the target. Most enemies assumed as a woman she would put up less of a fight than her husband. However, they couldn’t be more wrong. Trained from an early ~

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~ struggled to remember the events leading up to her imprisonment.
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Elénaril and her guards were ready for the attack. Or so they thought. NOne of them expected a group of ten orcs, dressed in full armor. Her surprise only lasted a moment before she ~

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~ from the dripping water surrounded her. A single opening, a door, was the only way in or out. Light came through a small window near the top of the door. THe cell held nothing in it but the chains lined to Elénaril’s wrists, holding her captive. She ~

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The sound of water dripping onto cement was the first thing Elénaril noticed, even before she opened her eyes. It took a moment for her to realize that was not a sound that belonged to her home. Jolting upright, Elénaril looked about. Cement walls, wet ~