Malwathwen-Nuhuinkalîdô brushed her magnificent, long blue-and-white-striped hair out of her velvet amber-yet-lilac eyes as she approached the secret council of Elrond. She was the last half-dragon left in Middle-Earth, and wished to offer her magical powers and super-human strength to the fellowship that was forming that day.

She checked her dress as she prepared to step into the circle.

She was so distracted that she never felt the arrow that ended her life.

In the council, only Elrond heard the sound of a falling body, and the whispers that followed.

“Nice shot, Elladan!”

“You get the next one.”

“Bloody Mary-Sues.”

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