Novel & Cerita How Did Legolas Mother Die

“We've witnessed her strength, sacrifice, and abilities. If you are unable to recognize it, you have no right to call yourself her mother." The shadow recoiled, its form flickering. Lena’s light began to grow again, steadied by the strength of her companions. She stepped forward, her voice strong. “I loved you, and I still do. But I won’t let you use that love to destroy me.” The shadow let out a piercing scream, its form beginning to unravel. --- As the shadow dissolved, a small orb of light appeared where it had stood. Lena reached for it, her heart aching. Memories of her mother's last moments, her sacrifice to save Lena, and the darkness that followed overtook her mind came flooding back

The screams came next. I tried to move. To scream. To stop it. But I couldn’t. The vision held me like a hand around my throat. And then—darkness. I was back at the Moonwell, gasping. The moss was wet beneath my knees. My hands trembled. Elias knelt beside me. “You saw it.” “My mother died… because of me.” My voice cracked. “She protected me—and paid the price.” He was quiet. “Lilith’s family killed her, Elias. This isn’t just politics or power. This is a blood war.”

Sarah aggressively answered Legolas. "Is she mine?" Legolas asked with a small smile. He had a daughter. He'd always wanted a daughter. And here she was standing in front of her. If she was his daughter. She looked around the right age. Before Sarah could reply, she punched him as hard as she could. This resulted in him stumbling backwards, tripping and hitting his head against the wall. Legolas stood back up, clutching his head swaying back and front. He lifted his eyes up to look at Sarah before passing out.

Elias woke in a cold sweat, heart hammering against his ribs. Moonlight filtered through his window, revealing the rune ward faintly glowing on the floor. But his mind replayed the vision: His mother—Valeria—smiled at him, arms open. Her voice, honeyed and soft, whispered, “Come home, my son. You belong with me.” Behind her, shadows shifted, and he saw Cassian clutching Aragorn’s swaddled form, tears staining the fabric.

Aragorn said with seriousness. "Aragorn-" he began to say but was Interrupted by his son. "I only came here to tell you that the Dark you are so afraid of, the Dark you held in high pedestal is down and down he shall remain. And as for my blood singer, she is dead, I joined hands in killing her, between power and love, I will always choose power over love. She understands that in her death." Aragorn told him and turn to leave his room but stopped when his father spoke again.

I squinted my eyes so I could see her because the dark mist around her was turning into black smoke. “Our mother kept looking for you. She sought help from a demon, but I have no idea where she is now…” “Is Zelda your mother?” Althea asked. Where the fuck is Lucius? I wanted to growl already, but I needed to calm down so Althea would not freak out. I kept calling her name, but she was ignoring me. “Zelda is our mother. Did she give you that necklace?” Soledad answered. “She’s dead,” Althea said with a face devoid of emotion.

The news shook all Nine Realms, and their love became a story passed down among every tribe. Frigga, who had never once seen her mother cry in her entire life, stayed by Nótt’s side for days. She watched as her mother trembled and wept through the night, until at last she managed to choke out a single sentence: “He said… I was his greatest regret.” Frigga saw Lind at her father’s funeral. Like everyone else, he was dressed in black, unchanged in appearance. When he encountered her, he only gave a faint smile before leaving. Her mother did not even attend the funeral.

He reached out and pulled me into his arms, his voice hoarse. “Mommy isn’t sleeping. Mommy’s gone...” Auntie Benita came over and gently stroked Daddy’s hair. “Charlotte did it to protect Isa. How did it come to this? Don’t be too upset. The dead don’t come back—” Daddy snapped his head up and glared at her, hard. She shrank back, scared, and didn’t say anything else. I blinked. Auntie had just said Mommy was dead. How could that be?

She stood in the corner, pale as death, and watched while they lifted my body onto the center of the carpet and checked my pupils, my mouth, my nose, my limbs, and the Moon Oath Collar at my throat, which was still flashing red in weak, unsteady pulses. One of the older healers examined me for a long time. His expression darkened more with every second. “She’s been dead for over twenty-four hours.” “Severe cranial pain caused her to lose consciousness, and the repeated shock pulses afterward drove her into cardiac arrest.” He stopped there and looked up at Mom. Her whole body swayed as if she could barely stay standing. “It wasn’t me. I never meant for her to die—” She finally found her voic

You know you did not have to do that, especially after what they did to your mother,’ Elise said after Tilda got back a minute later. "I know, but my grandmother taught me that I should never repay evil for evil, the good will always overpower the evil and in the end good will triumph," Tilda said before she began chanting a spell to create a portal, her mother was barely holding on while supported totheir shoulders. The next second a green portal appeared and the three disappeared out of sight. Martha and Lena arrived at the place where their mother was lying probably dead. Lena had just recovered her memory and could not believe that her own mother left her to die like that just because of