To say in the least, I was not always one to confide in others. Being a solitary person, I'd never even really talked to anyone besides my father or the orks that guarded my room and brought me food. I'd never known my mother and outsiders were forbidden from entering my place of rest.
I had asked my father about this countless times, I had begged him to let me go out into the world and experience life myself. But in the end he was a typical father, far too protective of me to even think about me going out into the real world.
Well, that was what I thought.
It turned out the truth was far different than what I had ever imagined. I had never imagined the only being on this earth that I knew so well could have turned his back on me without me ever knowing. It wasn't until after the fall, when I was left alone and starving and broken, that I was finally brought to see the true reason of my imprisonment.
It all started on the day when the ground began to shake...
I had been fast asleep, dreaming of what could be on the other side of the reinforced stone walls I was kept hidden behind, when the rumbling began. Like a slow boil from the center of the very earth itself, the walls around me were cracking and all of sudden I was jolted out of my slumber and into the bitter cold of reality.
I opened my eyes to find the light fixtures crashing to the ground extinguished as I was thrown into darkness. My advanced night vision from being holed up in this terrible place had at least done me some good, because I was still able to see. I was able to watch as the orks outside the barred door were crushed under the falling debris and a sudden thought caught me surprise.
I could go free.
Beyond those orks there was no one stopping me from exiting this hell and being cast into the mysterious unknown.
It took me only a mere second before I was kicking the bars out of the way, most of them already weakened by the crumbling fortress and made my way towards the stairs.
Though unsteady and crumbling, I made my way to the top of the stone stairs. I was unable to take in all my surroundings though I looked around frantically so I could escape before my father found me. And that was when I saw it.
It was a single black tower, full of gargoyles and darkness. And atop it was the eye, the burning red eye that I had grown to know so well.
It was the eye of my father.
Though for nearly a hundred years I had not seen my father anywhere other than my dreams, somehow I had a false notion that he was still okay. He just didn't have the time to come down to my chambers and greet me properly, that was all. But this...
How had my father fell from power in such a short amount of time? How had he fallen so far that only his eye remained, ever watching over the toils of this place?
In the same moment that I had discovered the downfall of my father did my world come crashing down upon me... literally.
The tower began it's crumbling decent to the ground, black smoke and rock rising to form great clouds of dust. Behind it the mountain started to explode, spilling magma and volcanic ash everywhere.
Scared for my life I put my despair behind and ran full-speed towards the gate. It seemed so far away, a few minutes run at least, and here I was with the ground collapsing around me. I couldn't breathe, smoke was surrounding me and infiltrating my lungs. My hope was waning and I began to accept my imminent death.
And then I saw just past the open gate, there were orks in mid-battle with a kind I had never seen before. They were pale, like me, and some of them had dark hair, also like me. These people could help me finally understand who I was. After an age-long battle of not understanding why I was so different from all the rest of the orks and even the dark figure of my father, they could help me piece it all together.
I pushed through orks as if they were nothing. I was close to the gate, so close I could see the mountains beyond.
As I gained my strength, behind me the eye of my father burst, sending out a burst of energy that sent me flying just past the gate and up against a very large ork who looked more terrified than even I was.
I pushed away from him, hoping none of them recognized me as I fought long and hard to get to those people. The only people who would be able to answer my questions were there, just in front of me.
Then the inevitable happened.
The ground began to crumble beneath my feet and my only chance was to veer to my left and cling onto the rock wall that still stood. I gave one last look to the people who would most certainly give me some kind of insight into my life, before I groaned inwardly, choosing my own life over knowledge and going for a running jump towards the stone.
I leaped over ork carcasses and falling rock, using my inhuman strength to heave myself up a few more inches until I latched myself onto the wall, hanging there helplessly as the only world I'd ever known came crumbling down around me.
I watched as the victorious army cheered then grew silent as they watched Mount Doom explode. It was when those large winged animals flew towards the very source of volcanic destruction that fatigue began to weigh on me. My hands grew slippery and continuous rubble was still falling to the point that I had to hide in a small crevice in the cliff for shelter.
I crawled to safety with a broken leg, most likely caused by the falling debris that had caused me to hide in the first place, I didn't remember. After a few minutes my vision began to grow blurry and I was unable to tell what was happening around me until finally I gave in to sleep.
But that was only where the story begins, not at all how it ends.
A/N: Until I get the sequel to Daughter of the Dragon in check, I'll be writing this little piece. It's a little different than your average LOTR fanfiction, so bare with me. Reviews are kindly welcomed. :)
