Disclaimer: I do NOT own Lord of the Rings! I'm just a hopeless romantic who thinks that Frodo deserved to have a special someone. So please don't sue!
A/N: " " - speaking
' ' - thoughts
Long after Sauron's defeat & before the War of the Ring...
'What place is this? This dark place...All I can see around me is this black cold night. All I feel around me is this ice-cold prison. Ooooooooh...I'm so cold that ...gasp...I CAN'T BREATHE! OH, LORD of All set me free PLEASE! AIR! AH! I NEED AIR!'
Just before the battle with Isildur, in Sauron's throne room...
The Dark Lord Sauron sat on his dark throne...waiting. Suddenly, his captain of the guard returned. Sauron snarled at the frightened orc, "You returned empty-handed? Where is that rebellious musician?"
The trembling orc replied with knocking knees, "The ...musician, Luthor Song, & his wife, Arianna, have been executed, my lord."
"And their little girl?"
The fearful orc whimpered, "She escaped, sire..."
"WHAT!"
The hideous captain of the guard stammered, "Sire, she..."
"SILENCE! You...! Let me see if I comprehend this correctly. You & 20 of my best warriors were able to capture & do away with 2 adult elves, but failed to capture & get rid of one, not two or even three, but ONE little elven girl!"
Sauron questioned further with a growl, "Was it in the girl's parents' possession?"
"No, sire."
"Then their dear little Sachi has it! Where she now?"
"We don't know my lord."
All of the sudden the doors to the throne room flew open to reveal the watchman from the lookout tower. He fell to his knees before his master, "Your majesty, a vast army of men & elves are riding this way!"
Sauron hissed, " Well, the rebels have come out to play! We'll search for the girl later. There's a battle to win!"
Little did the Dark Lord know that this would be the one battle whose outcome would silence him for thousands of years, as well as separate him from the One Ring & delay his search for little elven maiden.
Elsewhere...
A very small elven girl (A/N: I say "girl" but really she's an adult. Most people call her a "girl" because she's so short.) made her way slowly through the ice & snow. She shivered as she tried to keep warm. The poor little one didn't know where she was going, nor what she would do once she got there. She was dressed in a very thin nightgown that on top of that she only had on a robe, & on her small, dainty feet she wore a pair of boots that were way too big for her. At least her feet were somewhat protected from the cold. In her small, ice-cold hands was a gold jewel-studded lyre that she grasped tightly afraid that she'd drop it & not feel it since her hands were going numb.
The girl looked around her & took in her surroundings. She was in a wood that was blanketed in snow. She was walking along a river that was to her right. The young elf looked deep into the wood on her side of the river & could see nothing but darkness. A chill ran up her spine as she looked for some sign of life or civilization or any place she could get warm!
Then she looked off in the direction across the river. Could her eyes be playing tricks on her? No! There were lights in the distance! Lights scattered among the small hills in the distance! Now the only question was how was she going to get to them? How was she going to cross the river?
She looked & saw the solution to her problem! A tree had fallen & formed a bridge that crossed the river!
As she started to cross, the young girl lost her balance & fell into the ice-cold water below.
Years passed. Thousands of years slowly passed by. All memory of the little girl was forgotten.
Beside the river where she fell, a civilization of small people with big hairy feet known as hobbits had settled along the river & established the little town of Hobbiton. Little did these small folk know that the small elven girl lay frozen in a chunk of ice embedded in the riverbank, even in the spring & summer! Until one winter's night...
Continues in the next chapter, so don't flame me just yet. PLEASE,SPARE ME! I BEG YOU!