Disclaimer: Hey all! I know you pretty much already know what I'm going to
say, so I'll try not to bore you with the stupid stuff.
I DON'T own LoTR, or any of the characters. I just happen to be a girl in love with Elves, and with an imagination that's bound to get me in trouble one day. ^^;;; So please, dun sue me. You wouldn't get much anyhow, perhaps some pocket lint and a bottle of hotel shampoo.
And one little bit of info I need to add. The timeline in this story is way off from what Tolkien originally wrote, and had intended for LoTR. It's my own timeline, and the mess-up is intended. So, with all this in mind, please enjoy my story. Comments are welcome, just... No flaming. It makes me cry. Lol
Prologue:
*~Some things. are not meant to be forgotten~*
The tide rose and fell as the young child watched the waves, her rapid breathing mingling harshly with it's calm, rythmatic movements. Her eyes were cold, sad. She had no hope, no reason to go, no reason to move from this spot. Her home was gone. Her family, her King. her father was gone, plucked like a weed from this worldly coil which he so endearingly called life. She was alone.
Her sputtering breaths stabbed at her lungs like tiny knives, the pain in the intake of the cool sea air just too much for her weak body to handle. The attack had been devastating, and she knew-she was going to die.
She let her crystal gaze fall upon her breast, and the cold-grey steal that peeked from it like a tiny worm from it's hole in the sand. She knew of the poison that had little more time to work it's way through her body before it would slowly, and painfully of course, take her life. But she was not afraid. Oh no, on the contrary. At least, she could be home again, reunited with all that had been lost to the evil of the men who had attacked her home. She was ready.
Of course.
The calming sounds of the waves did not cease, as the arrow rose and fell with each unsteady breath. "Father, father how I failed you." A tiny sob escaped her lips as she raised her eyes to the dawn. "I let our people die- shamefully, I. I... I." Another rack of pain shot upwards through her spine, like ice working it's way to her brain. "I did nothing to stop it. I am not fit to be crown Princess. I am sorry."
The pain was coming in waves now, but she could feel her body slowly start to numb. She had yet to realize just how long she had been sitting there on that rock by the sea, or just how long she had been weeping a lament for all those she had led to pain. But as she felt the cold chill of the sea air being replaced by a comfortable, calming lack of feeling, she knew she was close. The end was drawing near-she had naught much longer to wait.
"I'm coming to join you, my King. Please, wait for me."
The One Lady closed her eyes.
~Lanta Kaima.~
And all was dark.
I DON'T own LoTR, or any of the characters. I just happen to be a girl in love with Elves, and with an imagination that's bound to get me in trouble one day. ^^;;; So please, dun sue me. You wouldn't get much anyhow, perhaps some pocket lint and a bottle of hotel shampoo.
And one little bit of info I need to add. The timeline in this story is way off from what Tolkien originally wrote, and had intended for LoTR. It's my own timeline, and the mess-up is intended. So, with all this in mind, please enjoy my story. Comments are welcome, just... No flaming. It makes me cry. Lol
Prologue:
*~Some things. are not meant to be forgotten~*
The tide rose and fell as the young child watched the waves, her rapid breathing mingling harshly with it's calm, rythmatic movements. Her eyes were cold, sad. She had no hope, no reason to go, no reason to move from this spot. Her home was gone. Her family, her King. her father was gone, plucked like a weed from this worldly coil which he so endearingly called life. She was alone.
Her sputtering breaths stabbed at her lungs like tiny knives, the pain in the intake of the cool sea air just too much for her weak body to handle. The attack had been devastating, and she knew-she was going to die.
She let her crystal gaze fall upon her breast, and the cold-grey steal that peeked from it like a tiny worm from it's hole in the sand. She knew of the poison that had little more time to work it's way through her body before it would slowly, and painfully of course, take her life. But she was not afraid. Oh no, on the contrary. At least, she could be home again, reunited with all that had been lost to the evil of the men who had attacked her home. She was ready.
Of course.
The calming sounds of the waves did not cease, as the arrow rose and fell with each unsteady breath. "Father, father how I failed you." A tiny sob escaped her lips as she raised her eyes to the dawn. "I let our people die- shamefully, I. I... I." Another rack of pain shot upwards through her spine, like ice working it's way to her brain. "I did nothing to stop it. I am not fit to be crown Princess. I am sorry."
The pain was coming in waves now, but she could feel her body slowly start to numb. She had yet to realize just how long she had been sitting there on that rock by the sea, or just how long she had been weeping a lament for all those she had led to pain. But as she felt the cold chill of the sea air being replaced by a comfortable, calming lack of feeling, she knew she was close. The end was drawing near-she had naught much longer to wait.
"I'm coming to join you, my King. Please, wait for me."
The One Lady closed her eyes.
~Lanta Kaima.~
And all was dark.