Disclaimer- I do not own Lord of the Rings or any plot or characters
related to it. They belong to J.R.R. Tolkien. However, all original
characters belong to me.
Author's Note 2- Due to an error pointed out to me from the Canon police; I have decided to edit Treebeard out of the story. I am sorry if you enjoyed having him in there but just do not want to have my story to be unfaithful to J.R.R. Tolkien. Oh, and as far as when the story takes place, you will find that out soon enough. I don't want to ruin it for you.
Author's note- This is my first attempt at fanfiction so please be kind. I welcome constructive criticism with open arms but please no flames. I am inventing a character. I am trying to make her different so please give me suggestions on how to improve her. Thank you!
The heat was unbearable. Her skin felt like it was about to melt off her body. She was running through the woods and could hear the trees moaning in pain.
"Honey, wake up." Ethereil looked into the concerned blue eyes of her mother.
"What happened?" Etheriel asked. Her temples were throbbing and the memory of the dream was fading fast.
"This is the third night in a row this has happened." Her mother Threndial was worried about her and she knew it. "Maybe letting you go out there and fight that war wasn't a good idea."
"Mother it was a wonderful idea and I am so happy and proud of myself because I am helping my kin. Please don't make me leave."
"If you keep having these dreams I'll have to honey. You are all that I have and I don't want to lose you. I'm going back to bed now. Call me if you need me."
As her mother left the room, gracefully and silently as was the way of the elves, Etheriel thought back to the day when it was announced that women were allowed to fight in battle. She was so excited. It took many days of convincing but finally her mother agreed. Her hunting and warrior skills were well known throughout the land. Sometimes people asked to show them her skills but they didn't think she could do battle and merely looked at her like she was a sideshow. Even the men she fought alongside with looked down at the women in their group but she knows they think that the women are good warriors, even if they'd never say so.
Etheriel sighed and rolled over. Her mother was right, these dreams were becoming more and more frequent. They puzzled her because she had never experienced anything even remotely close to those dreams in battle. Maybe they were some hidden memory from another life.
Morning had arrived. Ethereil had been puzzling over this mystery for many hours. Now she had other things to attend to now that the day had begun.
She quickly pulled on her tunic that was given to all elven soldiers and washed her face. She had cut her hair short which made her stand out but it was so easy to take care of.
As she walked out of the hut that her mother lived in she absorbed all the commotion that was going on she remembered briefly that her mother mentioned that someone important was coming. It was beyond her why it was necessary for all this preparation for just a person. There were more important things than that. If battle had taught her anything it was that you must do everything that is necessary and extremely important before doing frivolous things.
Etheriel walked through the woods. If there was anything she regretted about joining the army, it was leaving the trees behind. They very seldom came to woods but when they did, the trees were normally burned down, or seriously damaged. They weren't real trees, they were ghost trees.
There was nothing like the trees in her village. These trees were strong, proud, and wise. She loved them dearly. They always made her feel welcome with their silent ways. They would never harm her.
Etheriel walked back to town. She did not like leaving her mother alone when she was the only point of Etheriel's visit. It was still busy and crowded with elves milling around everywhere. She found her mother in Town Square setting up an intricate throne made of flowers.
"Mother, can I help with anything?" Etheriel asked. She was restless. Going so long without doing anything was driving her crazy.
"They need some help over at the entrance. Why don't you go there?" Threndial said without looking up from her work.
"Alright Mother. I will find you when I am done." Etheriel replied. She smiled. Her mother would never discontinue her work when it was absolutely crucial.
When she arrived at the entrance, some young elves were unsuccessfully attempting to put up a giant sign welcoming the arriving person. She assisted them in putting up the sign. With her help the sign went up quickly. Even so, when she returned to Town Square her mother was waiting for her, in front of the throne.
"Come Etheriel. Let us get ready for the ceremony." Threndial said and motioned to Etheriel to follow her in to the hut.
Author's Note 2- Due to an error pointed out to me from the Canon police; I have decided to edit Treebeard out of the story. I am sorry if you enjoyed having him in there but just do not want to have my story to be unfaithful to J.R.R. Tolkien. Oh, and as far as when the story takes place, you will find that out soon enough. I don't want to ruin it for you.
Author's note- This is my first attempt at fanfiction so please be kind. I welcome constructive criticism with open arms but please no flames. I am inventing a character. I am trying to make her different so please give me suggestions on how to improve her. Thank you!
The heat was unbearable. Her skin felt like it was about to melt off her body. She was running through the woods and could hear the trees moaning in pain.
"Honey, wake up." Ethereil looked into the concerned blue eyes of her mother.
"What happened?" Etheriel asked. Her temples were throbbing and the memory of the dream was fading fast.
"This is the third night in a row this has happened." Her mother Threndial was worried about her and she knew it. "Maybe letting you go out there and fight that war wasn't a good idea."
"Mother it was a wonderful idea and I am so happy and proud of myself because I am helping my kin. Please don't make me leave."
"If you keep having these dreams I'll have to honey. You are all that I have and I don't want to lose you. I'm going back to bed now. Call me if you need me."
As her mother left the room, gracefully and silently as was the way of the elves, Etheriel thought back to the day when it was announced that women were allowed to fight in battle. She was so excited. It took many days of convincing but finally her mother agreed. Her hunting and warrior skills were well known throughout the land. Sometimes people asked to show them her skills but they didn't think she could do battle and merely looked at her like she was a sideshow. Even the men she fought alongside with looked down at the women in their group but she knows they think that the women are good warriors, even if they'd never say so.
Etheriel sighed and rolled over. Her mother was right, these dreams were becoming more and more frequent. They puzzled her because she had never experienced anything even remotely close to those dreams in battle. Maybe they were some hidden memory from another life.
Morning had arrived. Ethereil had been puzzling over this mystery for many hours. Now she had other things to attend to now that the day had begun.
She quickly pulled on her tunic that was given to all elven soldiers and washed her face. She had cut her hair short which made her stand out but it was so easy to take care of.
As she walked out of the hut that her mother lived in she absorbed all the commotion that was going on she remembered briefly that her mother mentioned that someone important was coming. It was beyond her why it was necessary for all this preparation for just a person. There were more important things than that. If battle had taught her anything it was that you must do everything that is necessary and extremely important before doing frivolous things.
Etheriel walked through the woods. If there was anything she regretted about joining the army, it was leaving the trees behind. They very seldom came to woods but when they did, the trees were normally burned down, or seriously damaged. They weren't real trees, they were ghost trees.
There was nothing like the trees in her village. These trees were strong, proud, and wise. She loved them dearly. They always made her feel welcome with their silent ways. They would never harm her.
Etheriel walked back to town. She did not like leaving her mother alone when she was the only point of Etheriel's visit. It was still busy and crowded with elves milling around everywhere. She found her mother in Town Square setting up an intricate throne made of flowers.
"Mother, can I help with anything?" Etheriel asked. She was restless. Going so long without doing anything was driving her crazy.
"They need some help over at the entrance. Why don't you go there?" Threndial said without looking up from her work.
"Alright Mother. I will find you when I am done." Etheriel replied. She smiled. Her mother would never discontinue her work when it was absolutely crucial.
When she arrived at the entrance, some young elves were unsuccessfully attempting to put up a giant sign welcoming the arriving person. She assisted them in putting up the sign. With her help the sign went up quickly. Even so, when she returned to Town Square her mother was waiting for her, in front of the throne.
"Come Etheriel. Let us get ready for the ceremony." Threndial said and motioned to Etheriel to follow her in to the hut.