Pick of the girls above.
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The fourteen figures sat around the table. The sunset threatened the horizon, when one of the seven men stood.
"My brethren. It is time." The others shifted and grumbled. One of the women called out,
"How do we know Manwë?" Manwë sighed.
"You know as well as I we all fell it, Yavanna." Yavanna muttered something under her breath and feel silent. One sat in the corner weaving endlessly. She muttered,
"No, no, no another here, one less there..." She looked up as the room fell silent. All eyes were on her. Manwë spoke gently.
"What do you see of the future, Vairë?" Vairë sighed.
"I only make the weavings. I do not interpret them." The murmuring started again until Vairë spoke again. "I do see one thing."
Yavanna nearly leaped from her seat. "What is it Vairë?" Vairë looked around.
"On all of their wrists, they have the Sildarian word for Fellowship."
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A Broken Promise(On Hold)
FanfictionWhen Alyssa, Lana, Darlene, and Isla are buried in their collages library collapse, they are spirited away to Middle Earth. However, this time the story they know may change, as four girls will alter the timeline forever...maybe for the worst.
