Whirlpool of Thoughts

by EllieDTomlinson

Sunken in her own thoughts, Melaina Brandybuck, sister of the wise Meriadoc Brandybuck, is involved in an adventure around Middle-Earth that she shouldn't be part of. Being part of the Fellowship of the Ring isn't as easy as it seems, and certainly not when you already have problems of your own. All characters, places and plot that you recognise are from J.R.R Tolkien, and I ha

1. Prologue

"Merry? Merry? Where are you?" Melaina's voice rang through the fields of the peaceful and quiet Shire.

Her 12 year old self searched every tree, every rock, but her older brother was no where to be seen.

She looked for hours, till she was so deep in the forest that she couldn't see her way out. She looked and looked, but no path seemed to be taken before.

Tears streamed down her cheeks as she cried for help, hoping her brother would come and lead her way home, and save her from the dark and gloomy forest.

Hours and hours passed, and the little Hobbit was still not found by any person.

Not by any person, but by an orc, who isn't counted as person because of its cruel and heartless nature. They were born for killing the innocent, but is everyone as innocent as they seem?

Its dark shadow moved over to her, drawn by the crying of the lost girl.

It gnarled at the sight of fresh meat and its stomach growled loudly.

It stumbled over to her, drew his sword and licked its lips.

Oblivious to the orc, the girl remained crying until the creature was only ten feet away.

Startled, she started crawling away, tears blurring her vision. She hid behind a tree, trying to think of some genius plan that would save her.

She didn't keep her hopes up, she couldn't. She couldn't fight, and was way smaller than her enemy, the brainless and cruel orc.

Looking around, she noticed the cliff, and breathed in one, possibly last time, again.

The orc came closer and closer, and Melaina took her chance: She sprinted to the cliff, the foul creature hot on her heels.

When she arrived at the edge, she jumped, reaching her arms out for a low hanging branch that seemed to could carry her weight.

Clinging on the the wood, she noticed the orc falling down, but its sword stuck to the branch, since he jumped, trying to reach the branch as well.

The orc drowned in the deep water of the river, leaving Melaina terrified of what she just had done.

She climbed towards the ground, trying to take the heavy sword with her. Succeeding, she revolted in tears the second her hobbit feet hit the concrete.

She had just killed something, her innocence had gone and would never return.