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Has there ever been that moment when you're walking and you see someone coming towards you, then you start panicking whether to greet them or not so you just walk past them.....or is it just me 😶

WOUNDS HEAL,SCARS REMAIN

Prologue:

Cries of pain and death ripped through the air while the ground was splattered with large puddles of crimson red. The sound of running feet echoed throughout the street, with warga hot in pursuit. Tears blinded her sight and her lungs screamed for her to stop running but (Y/N) knew she couldn't unless she wanted to join her parents and kin in the afterlife. The thought of her mother's lifeless body caused tears to spill from her eyes. Never again would she feel her mother's fingers gently run through her long locks or feel the soothing heartbeat of her father's heart against her ear, a heart that was pierced by an orc's crude sword.Distracted by her thoughts, she didn't notice that the wargs pursuing her had caught up, until one sank it's teeth into her thigh. (Y/N) let out a scream of pain as she fell to the ground, knocking out whatever breath she had left in her lungs. Another one of the wargs hovered over her before raising it's large paw; an explosion of pain spread across her face as sharp claws made impact with her face. (Y/N) felt her consciousness slipping away; the last thing she remembered was the heavy weight of the wargs being lifted off her with voices in the distance.

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A knock on the door drawed (Y/N) out of her thoughts. Placing her book down, she quickly put on a mask before calling out for the person to enter. (Y/N)'s mood immediately brightened when she saw who walked into the room."Arwen, sister, what brings you here?".

Hey sorry I haven't updated in a loooong time 😅. A lot of circumstances didn't allow me to really write anything and also didn't have a lot of inspiration, but for now I've been able to write a few bites and pieces (haven't posted though). Anyways, this is a Thranduil x Human/Maia/Female reader, a work I've been thinking about for some time now. It's gonna be a two series with part A being: Wounds heal, Scars remainwhile part B would be: A sign of being hurt, A sign of being healed. Until next time (when would that be ?? 🤔)

TO HEAL A BROKEN HEART

Chapter 1

Sunlight filtered through a small window into a large cold room, where a large dying mass awaited their inevitable deaths. Among the dying cluster was a 9yr old girl, whose small body looked frail due to the lack of adequate food and water, desperately trying to wake up the lifeless body of her mother. "Mamma, please wake up, don't leave me here alone, please", but no matter how much she begged and pleaded, one thing was for sure, her mother was dead.

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"Hurry up brat!",a gruff voice barked at her. (Y/N) tried to keep up with the large figure but the trauma from the loss of her beloved mother and deaths of countless others, coupled with the lack of sleep made her head spin. All she wanted was to lay on her mother's lap while she sang a lullaby, running through the garden with flowers that her and her and her mother gre-, (Y/N) was snapped out of her thoughts when a hand pulled her roughly. "Are you deaf? I said Hurry.Up." The hand tightened around her small wrist, nearly breaking it, and she squealed in pain. "I-I'm sorry, p-please stop, you're h-hurting m-me" " Then walk!". She was then dragged into a dark basement, with the smell of blood and decaying flesh almost making her puke, while a rag and bucket of water was shoved into her arms. "This place must be spotless by the time I come back, and if not, you'll go join your 'precious' mother, now get moving!". While washing the cold stone floor, (Y/N) couldn't help but think back to the times when she was with her mother, the way she would brush her fingers through her long locks, singing to her a lullaby whenever she had a bad dream, or the words of advice she said when she was at her lowest. Tears stung at her eyes but refused to let them flow until a memory of her mother's final moments flashed in her mind.

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"(Y/N), *cough**cough* please listen to me, there's something I need to tell you-", (Y/N) interrupted her mother, " NO! No mamma please don't talk, you'll only make your coughing worse." (Y/N) knew her mother wasn't going to last, but the thought of losing her didn't sit well with her. "(Y/N), please just listen. I don't have long but I want you to know that even when I'm gone, you'll never be alone. People will come who care for and about you, far more than me." " No mamma, pl-" " And I'm certain that one day, if you find a way to get out of here, you'll find who will love you just the way you are, scars and all". (Y/N) held her mother's pale hand, trembling, not ready to hear her mother's last words. " And no matter what, I will always love you".

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The tears that she tried to hold back flowed out like a river. She clutched the thin cloth on her chest, desperate to make the pain go away, "But who mamma, who would love someone as pitiful as me, do I even deserve love?". But her question was only met with silence.

TO HEAL A BROKEN HEART A/N: This is a story I've been working on for some time now, so I decided to put it down on paper. This story tells us the story of a girl named (Y/N) (L/N) who was imprisoned in a "storehouse" where humans were kept until later fed to demons. Having watched many die and betrayed by those she considered close, (Y/N) closes her bleeding heart, refusing to accept love nor give love until a certain Flame Pillar enters her life. Will Kyojuro be able to thaw her icy heart and show her she deserves all the love the world could give, including his own? Bonus Notice: There will be slow updates although I'll try not to delay. May be some mistakes along the way (pls bear with me, it's my first time writing 🙍). Until then see y'all

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