The Book of Fortunes
Chapter 1: Prophesy
Disclaimer: I don't own Lord of the Rings nor any of the characters, even though I should
The dreams led him here. Prophesies, really. On a journey that would already change his life forever, he would meet someone who would turn it upside down completely. That is all he knew until the summons, the news of the finding of the One Ring. What had once seemed like yearnings of a lonely heart was now shaping into reality.
For, though he was well liked and liked many himself, he still found himself waiting. Waiting for someone he would share his eternal life with, to share everything with. Many of his peers had already settled down, content with their partner. Indeed, many tried to gain the place in his heart. Nevertheless, he never found any of them worthwhile.
Now he was contemplating all of these things, riding to the home of Elrond, who was to head the council. The council was to decide the fate of the world.
On the windswept plains, he felt unease, the absence of trees being a constant reminder of his not belonging in such a place. Indeed, the lack of foliage other than the dried grass underfoot led him to be overly watchful. He easily spotted the black smudge in the horizon. Silently signaling to his companion, he slowly approached the area, wary of an ambush at any point.
As he crept forward, his thoughts drifted back to the dream. What could it mean? If it were true, it could still spell disaster for him. Death would definitely change his life completely, as much as a benevolent meeting would. When his horse finally came into direct view of the blackness, he was pulled abruptly from his thoughts.
There, lying three feet away, was a sleeping girl.