The Shire FA 35
"In the first age of the sun the first dark lord Melkor bred beasts called werewolves. Stronger, faster and smarter than Wargs, they were savage beasts that could kill men, dwarves and elves alike. But after Melkor's death the werewolves lived in hiding. Until in the fourth age of the sun a new leader named Kathluin led a werewolf attack on the kingdom of men in Forodwaith"
Frodo woke up from the dream. He had been having these prophetic dreams ever since he had become the new wizard Frodo the Grey. His old bones creaked as he got up. He was not the hobbit he had once been. He had spent twenty years in the undying lands and had been a wizard here in Middle Earth for fifteen. As a result he was eighty-three. He wasn't the young Hobbit that he had once been.
But now was not the time to ponder his age. He had to go to Gondor. He had to go to Aragorn and find a few men to journey to the frozen kingdom of Forochel and take the realm back from the wolves. How many men should he take? Nine, yes nine was a good number. Nine of Gondor's finest warriors.
But another matter troubled Frodo. He had been experiencing visions of a young female elf. The blurry picture of the blond haired, tall elf with the deadly arrow and the hazel eyes had bothered him for far too long. With wizards such visions are not to be ignored. He decided after getting the men from Gondor to take a quick stop at Rivendell before going on with the quest. Yes that's what I'll do, he thought. He grabbed his staff and wasted no time on getting on his way.
Rivendell FA 35
Melda sat on a large, smooth rock beside the waterfall as she always did on sunny days like the one that was now upon Rivendell. She had been skipping rocks with her friends, earlier in the day but they had long since left. She had decided to stay. Melda liked to be alone every once in awhile. Rivendell could be so crowded that a moment on your own was one to be treasured.
She always admired the beauty of it all. Today she had felt more compelled than other days, almost as if she would not be able to enjoy it much longer.
The interesting part of this was Melda hoped her premonition was correct. She was different than most female elves her age, who were content to stay in the home and let the male dwarves adventure. She wanted an adventure of her own.
This could be in her genes but she couldn't be sure. She had no idea who her parents were, just that she had been found at the gates of Rivendell and taken in by Lithilus. Lithilus loved her like his own daughter there were some big differences between them that made it clear that they were not blood.
Her love of adventure was one of them. Lithilus was a major advisor to the king but was never the one for battles or journeys.
"Enough needs to be done in the kingdom that I cannot afford to gallivant into strange lands," he would say.
He loved Rivendell and so did Melda but she was ready to move on. She craved an opportunity to go past Rivendell and be a hero. She loved her home, but the curiosity about what was outside of it trumped her love.
Melda saw that the sun was beginning to set which made the view even more wondrous, if this was possible. She needed to go back to her house. Her father would be worried if she stayed out too late. As she got up she took a look over her shoulder, wishing she could stay longer. After a moment she chided herself for thinking something so silly. After all, there was always tomorrow.