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PROLOGUE
And so the time would come and go in the lands of Middle Earth; the new fear arising in the hearts of men, elves, and all free people as Sauron's mighty flame-wreathed eye watched over all. The days of the elves now numbered, Elrond, lord of Rivendell, looked toward the stars for answers and still found none. He knew of one way to salvage what may remain of the higher race after the impending war, but it would mean the loss of a treasure; she would go forever from him. Yet there was nothing left for the ageless elf, the concerns of Mordor's resurgence somehow tiring his deepened eyes. The time had come, and she would be sent to her grandmother to prepare. Two daughters; two daughters doomed.