THE DAUGHTER OF THE NAZGÛL
DiSCLaiMeR:
All characters (Other than Kyhoril, Gondronil, and perhaps a few others...) belong to J.R.R. Tolkien.
Yay for him.
He deserves a cookie.
:P
AuTHoR'S NoTe:
This is technically my first fan fiction (re-written for the 5-millionth time...),
So don't be too harsh.
I'm sure I fudged up enough for you to hate it with a passion.
Feel free to comment on how much I suck.
I don't mind.
Don't ask.
I'll most likely explain it in a chapter or two.
R/R, please.
Thanks much.
AU, AU, AU!
There, now you can't yell at me too much...
Keep in mind, this is only the beginning.
THE DAUGHTER OF THE NAZGÛL - ChaPTeR oNe ((Darkness Calls))
The moon shone brightly, illuminating the thick fog that shadowed the unnamed fields and forests of Eriador. In the metallic light walked a lone figure, hooded in black and hidden in the night. It passed a small gathering of trees and stepped into a wide glade. It was here that the fog thinned, revealing the beauty of thousands of wildflowers covering the ground. Removing the hood that concealed her face, a raven haired woman was exposed. She kneeled on the damp ground and took into her hands a dark flower of purple hue. As she examined it closely, the rest of the field faded into gray. She stood, the flower still in her hands, drawing in her eyes with all it's splendor. Just as she was about to put the flower into her bag, it changed; The brilliant purple being strangled by the deepest black. She dropped the flower in fear, and looked up to find a black horse standing directly across from her in the clearing. Fear clenched her heart, and she froze. The horse reared and looked directly into her eyes, and she found herself letting out a scream of fright.
She awoke with a start.
'It was only a dream,' she thought to herself, the sound of her scream ringing through the silence of the dream-field resonated still in her ears. She pulled the thick covers of her bed up to her shoulders and closed her eyes, welcoming sleep. Just as she felt the familiar comfort of rest, she heard it again; Only this time it wasn't her. A screech of inhuman sorts cut through the night. Before she could think, the door to her room was thrown open.
"Kyhoril, awaken," a tall man urged, walking quickly to the window and gazing out, cautiously.
The woman threw aside her covers and stepped onto the cold floor. She walked to the man and looked into his eyes.
"They are coming?" she asked, although in her heart she knew the answer.
"Aye. We must hurry."
Together they packed a bag with clothing and a small amount of supplies and headed for the door. The man opened it cautiously, and looked out into the darkness.
"Come, let's get the horses," the man said, stepping out the doorway. Kyhoril followed closely behind.
They made their way around the side of the small house and ran towards a fenced in area where three horses stood.
Another screech shot through the air. The horses reared and kicked, showing obvious fear towards the source of the noises. They reached the enclosure and calmed the horses as much as possible. The man started to load one with the supplies.
"Gondronil," Kyhoril called to him, "he is here."
Gondronil followed her gaze and saw in the night a rider clothed in black atop an equally black horse.
"Get on! Quickly," he shouted to Kyhoril as he threw open the gate of the enclosure. He helped her onto the horse.
"You must go," he said, looking towards the oncoming rider, "it is too late now."
"No," Kyhoril cried, her eyes urged him to ride with her.
"Head for Rivendell," he said, turning to her and looking in her eyes, "Speak with Elrond. Tell him who you are, and what has happened."
Kyhoril shook her head, a single tear ran down her cheek.
"I'll follow behind you," he promised, drawing his sword and turning towards the black rider.
Knowing there was no other option, Kyhoril turned from the only family she had known and rode into the night.
CHAPTER TWO coming soon. That is, of course, if you R/R. :D
DiSCLaiMeR:
All characters (Other than Kyhoril, Gondronil, and perhaps a few others...) belong to J.R.R. Tolkien.
Yay for him.
He deserves a cookie.
:P
AuTHoR'S NoTe:
This is technically my first fan fiction (re-written for the 5-millionth time...),
So don't be too harsh.
I'm sure I fudged up enough for you to hate it with a passion.
Feel free to comment on how much I suck.
I don't mind.
Don't ask.
I'll most likely explain it in a chapter or two.
R/R, please.
Thanks much.
AU, AU, AU!
There, now you can't yell at me too much...
Keep in mind, this is only the beginning.
THE DAUGHTER OF THE NAZGÛL - ChaPTeR oNe ((Darkness Calls))
The moon shone brightly, illuminating the thick fog that shadowed the unnamed fields and forests of Eriador. In the metallic light walked a lone figure, hooded in black and hidden in the night. It passed a small gathering of trees and stepped into a wide glade. It was here that the fog thinned, revealing the beauty of thousands of wildflowers covering the ground. Removing the hood that concealed her face, a raven haired woman was exposed. She kneeled on the damp ground and took into her hands a dark flower of purple hue. As she examined it closely, the rest of the field faded into gray. She stood, the flower still in her hands, drawing in her eyes with all it's splendor. Just as she was about to put the flower into her bag, it changed; The brilliant purple being strangled by the deepest black. She dropped the flower in fear, and looked up to find a black horse standing directly across from her in the clearing. Fear clenched her heart, and she froze. The horse reared and looked directly into her eyes, and she found herself letting out a scream of fright.
She awoke with a start.
'It was only a dream,' she thought to herself, the sound of her scream ringing through the silence of the dream-field resonated still in her ears. She pulled the thick covers of her bed up to her shoulders and closed her eyes, welcoming sleep. Just as she felt the familiar comfort of rest, she heard it again; Only this time it wasn't her. A screech of inhuman sorts cut through the night. Before she could think, the door to her room was thrown open.
"Kyhoril, awaken," a tall man urged, walking quickly to the window and gazing out, cautiously.
The woman threw aside her covers and stepped onto the cold floor. She walked to the man and looked into his eyes.
"They are coming?" she asked, although in her heart she knew the answer.
"Aye. We must hurry."
Together they packed a bag with clothing and a small amount of supplies and headed for the door. The man opened it cautiously, and looked out into the darkness.
"Come, let's get the horses," the man said, stepping out the doorway. Kyhoril followed closely behind.
They made their way around the side of the small house and ran towards a fenced in area where three horses stood.
Another screech shot through the air. The horses reared and kicked, showing obvious fear towards the source of the noises. They reached the enclosure and calmed the horses as much as possible. The man started to load one with the supplies.
"Gondronil," Kyhoril called to him, "he is here."
Gondronil followed her gaze and saw in the night a rider clothed in black atop an equally black horse.
"Get on! Quickly," he shouted to Kyhoril as he threw open the gate of the enclosure. He helped her onto the horse.
"You must go," he said, looking towards the oncoming rider, "it is too late now."
"No," Kyhoril cried, her eyes urged him to ride with her.
"Head for Rivendell," he said, turning to her and looking in her eyes, "Speak with Elrond. Tell him who you are, and what has happened."
Kyhoril shook her head, a single tear ran down her cheek.
"I'll follow behind you," he promised, drawing his sword and turning towards the black rider.
Knowing there was no other option, Kyhoril turned from the only family she had known and rode into the night.
CHAPTER TWO coming soon. That is, of course, if you R/R. :D