After reading so much fanfiction I decided to give it a try. This is my
first Fic so..be kind! =) I made up the plots by the way I see it so please
don't come and give me the historical facts, thought I would love to learn
more! Everything belongs to Tolkien except for those names that are not
recognized in the book. Please read and review I will love you forever!
This story is going to be a part of a series that I will be working on. Please motivate me!
Chapter One, When History Started
Dark shadows past through the sky. Clouds had gathered and stars collided. All had gone deaf of the elves, the magic of the Elven race no longer reaches afar, the nature has went against them, unwillingly.
War has begun. The betrayal of the deceiver, Sauron, the Dark Lord of Mordor has turned his back against all those who were promised with power along with rings. Three for the Elven kings, seven for the Dwarven Lords, and nine, nine for those who are doomed to die, and desired power and wealth more than any other race, the mortals, Men. Men who are so easily seduced by the thought of great power over the lands, the thought of power within their grasp is too much to take, with no will to fight it, reached their doom. For it is their fate, in the blood.
War, has begun.
The villages no longer look like villages, rather like a dark land with the smell of corpses all around, men, women, children, and Orcs. The Orcs were beasts untamed and filled with hatred and malice, being born and taught with only the knowledge of killing, murder. The sight of man flesh will rise up their tempers, boost their energy, the will to kill cannot be stopped. They are the faithful servants of the Dark Lord of Mordor.
A small sigh left the lips of a young being. Though the screams of terror filled the air it was barely heard. He stood on what was left of a building, which was once sturdy and proud. Dark velvet curtains hung by the windows, very few were left, for all had either fled, or is still out there fighting against the evilness. He was alone.
The bright gray eyes of the being shone like the night sky, though dimmed and shadowed by what was becoming outside the window. He watched the light, slowly being covered by the darkness, he watched the people being slaughtered, he watched..so many things. It was beyond his reach to do anything at the moment, he was forced to do nothing.
" Until the time is right." His superior had said before leaving him. " By the time is right," he murmured, " by the time there will be no one to save."
" Why such a heavy heart?" A new voice rang out against the silence. His eyes did not waver nor did his body move at this sudden change. He knew the voice, he recognized it.
" How can one not have a heavy heart, at times like this? " He asked softly.
The lady stepped into the room. She was tall and slender, slight radiance shone around her as though the light was attracted to her. Long golden hair hugged her shoulders fell gently on the fabric of her white gown. " You have foreseen it."
It was not a question. He sighed again, this time turning around to face her. He was also tall and lithe, younger then she was. His black hair was tied in a royally fashion behind his head, and he was clad in armor ready for battle when time comes. The light showed his young face, tinted with weariness, but his eyes showed no weakness, only strength. " I have seen many things, ever since the discovery of my gift to me from the Valar, I have seen many things," He stopped, " many things I wished I had not seen."
The lady smiled sadly. She knows how much burden her friend held, they were so close, she could see his pain, his helplessness with the world. " There is a reason why, for you are the only one born with such power, use it to know, use it to change, there is so much good you can achieve, only." she paused, " only you have not tried."
He turned away from her, looking back out the window. " I know what you mean, for I had no chance of anything in the past to change things, to make things better. Now, I have my chance, and yet, I am coerced to stay here."
Before she had the chance to say anything, someone came running into the room, nearly crashing into him.
" My lord! My lord! Lord Gil- galad calls for aid!" He cried, panting, his face covered with sweat.
" What?"
The young boy not much older then seventeen replied horridly, " the orcs are covering the lands fast. Lord Gil-galad held them off but there were too many! The power of the elves are too less, against the darkness, it would be a gamble!"
The lady looked at her friend, he was raging, raging with anger, though he did not show it, she could feel it in her heart.
It was time.
" Where is he now? " he asked the boy.
" At the front, I am not so sure he will hold on any.."
Not waiting for the boy to finish, he dashed out the room, with the lady at his heels.
" Where are you going?" she cried.
" Gil-galad needs aid! I do not understand why he did not call for help!" He replied with worry, wanting to get to his lord as fast as he can. He stopped and turned to his friend.
" Galadriel, I will need you to help me." He asked quickly, she nodded. " I will need you to summon all the strong fighters of men, rally them up and send them to the front. The elves cannot fight this battle alone, we need their strength too." Without saying a word, she went flying down the halls. Taking a deep breath, he rushed out of the building to his horse. There was no one at the stables save some horses left behind.
He leaped onto his horse and galloped away. " Noro lim Telir!" He cried out, urging his horse to ride faster, he needed to get to the front.
Orcs were everywhere, the trampling of their iron clod shoes was heard far and wide, jostling and thrusting as they go. Scattered fires burned, battle cries heard. The sky was utterly dark, and the stillness of the heavy air foreboded storm. Suddenly a blinding flash seared the clouds. Branched lightening smote down upon the hills. The orcs screamed, waving spear and sword, shooting at anyone that stood clear across the battleground.
In the darkness, fighting the rain, he rode as fast as his could, because of the weather he could see no more then twenty steps ahead of him. " Noro lim Telir! Noro lim!" He cried against the wind, nature was against him, but he was not about to fail. He soon felt the heaviness of the air becoming damper. His keen ears could hear sounds of arrows shooting into the night. Thunder rolled in the valley, the rain lashed down hard.
Suddenly, something out of the darkness leaped at him. Caught by surprised he fell as the creature crashed into his body. Something shard scraped against his side, he managed to recover himself before the creature struck him again. It was an orc, quickly he unsheathed his sword and lashed at the enemy, the blade soon sunk into the orc's heart and ended his life. Breathing hard, he started to run, losing his horse in the rain, he did not have time to look for it. Every step he took there was always an orc waiting for him. He slashed and fought his way across the hills, his heart nearly stopped when he saw what was on the other side.
The valley was swarming with orcs, few elves could be seen, so many of the fair beings were slain and bloodied. The menace of the enemy was great, the elves were fading. Then he saw a figure, an elf that lay on the hard ground, an arrow sticking out from his back.
" No." he whispered, " Gil-galad!" crying out to his captain, he killed whatever that came to his way with his sword, sending it into the head of an orc he sunk down to the floor and held the elder elf in his arms. " Gil- galad!"
The wounded elf flicked open his eyes, his breathing was labor and hard, blood covered all over his armor and sinking into the earth. He was dying. The younger elf reached for the arrow before a hand stopped him.
" No..." Gil-galad said softly, " it is no use, my time here has ended."
" No!"
" Listen, " he said with pain, " it is your job now, to finish what I have started. I was not able to fight the darkness, but you, you can fight it." He saw tears in the younger elf's eyes, fighting to keep it in. He smiled and reached up to his face, " This is no time for shedding tears, " wiping a tear rolling down his face, " it is time for you to make the world a better place."
" How can I? How can I when I do not have the power?" he cried out, he could not do this alone.
" Have hope, the Valar will bless you with light, Elrond."
Whew.it is now 1:37AM...pretty good I think...lol.well. tell me what you think. Next will be up soon and I NEED all the motivation I can get guys so...REVIEW PLEASE! =)
This story is going to be a part of a series that I will be working on. Please motivate me!
Chapter One, When History Started
Dark shadows past through the sky. Clouds had gathered and stars collided. All had gone deaf of the elves, the magic of the Elven race no longer reaches afar, the nature has went against them, unwillingly.
War has begun. The betrayal of the deceiver, Sauron, the Dark Lord of Mordor has turned his back against all those who were promised with power along with rings. Three for the Elven kings, seven for the Dwarven Lords, and nine, nine for those who are doomed to die, and desired power and wealth more than any other race, the mortals, Men. Men who are so easily seduced by the thought of great power over the lands, the thought of power within their grasp is too much to take, with no will to fight it, reached their doom. For it is their fate, in the blood.
War, has begun.
The villages no longer look like villages, rather like a dark land with the smell of corpses all around, men, women, children, and Orcs. The Orcs were beasts untamed and filled with hatred and malice, being born and taught with only the knowledge of killing, murder. The sight of man flesh will rise up their tempers, boost their energy, the will to kill cannot be stopped. They are the faithful servants of the Dark Lord of Mordor.
A small sigh left the lips of a young being. Though the screams of terror filled the air it was barely heard. He stood on what was left of a building, which was once sturdy and proud. Dark velvet curtains hung by the windows, very few were left, for all had either fled, or is still out there fighting against the evilness. He was alone.
The bright gray eyes of the being shone like the night sky, though dimmed and shadowed by what was becoming outside the window. He watched the light, slowly being covered by the darkness, he watched the people being slaughtered, he watched..so many things. It was beyond his reach to do anything at the moment, he was forced to do nothing.
" Until the time is right." His superior had said before leaving him. " By the time is right," he murmured, " by the time there will be no one to save."
" Why such a heavy heart?" A new voice rang out against the silence. His eyes did not waver nor did his body move at this sudden change. He knew the voice, he recognized it.
" How can one not have a heavy heart, at times like this? " He asked softly.
The lady stepped into the room. She was tall and slender, slight radiance shone around her as though the light was attracted to her. Long golden hair hugged her shoulders fell gently on the fabric of her white gown. " You have foreseen it."
It was not a question. He sighed again, this time turning around to face her. He was also tall and lithe, younger then she was. His black hair was tied in a royally fashion behind his head, and he was clad in armor ready for battle when time comes. The light showed his young face, tinted with weariness, but his eyes showed no weakness, only strength. " I have seen many things, ever since the discovery of my gift to me from the Valar, I have seen many things," He stopped, " many things I wished I had not seen."
The lady smiled sadly. She knows how much burden her friend held, they were so close, she could see his pain, his helplessness with the world. " There is a reason why, for you are the only one born with such power, use it to know, use it to change, there is so much good you can achieve, only." she paused, " only you have not tried."
He turned away from her, looking back out the window. " I know what you mean, for I had no chance of anything in the past to change things, to make things better. Now, I have my chance, and yet, I am coerced to stay here."
Before she had the chance to say anything, someone came running into the room, nearly crashing into him.
" My lord! My lord! Lord Gil- galad calls for aid!" He cried, panting, his face covered with sweat.
" What?"
The young boy not much older then seventeen replied horridly, " the orcs are covering the lands fast. Lord Gil-galad held them off but there were too many! The power of the elves are too less, against the darkness, it would be a gamble!"
The lady looked at her friend, he was raging, raging with anger, though he did not show it, she could feel it in her heart.
It was time.
" Where is he now? " he asked the boy.
" At the front, I am not so sure he will hold on any.."
Not waiting for the boy to finish, he dashed out the room, with the lady at his heels.
" Where are you going?" she cried.
" Gil-galad needs aid! I do not understand why he did not call for help!" He replied with worry, wanting to get to his lord as fast as he can. He stopped and turned to his friend.
" Galadriel, I will need you to help me." He asked quickly, she nodded. " I will need you to summon all the strong fighters of men, rally them up and send them to the front. The elves cannot fight this battle alone, we need their strength too." Without saying a word, she went flying down the halls. Taking a deep breath, he rushed out of the building to his horse. There was no one at the stables save some horses left behind.
He leaped onto his horse and galloped away. " Noro lim Telir!" He cried out, urging his horse to ride faster, he needed to get to the front.
Orcs were everywhere, the trampling of their iron clod shoes was heard far and wide, jostling and thrusting as they go. Scattered fires burned, battle cries heard. The sky was utterly dark, and the stillness of the heavy air foreboded storm. Suddenly a blinding flash seared the clouds. Branched lightening smote down upon the hills. The orcs screamed, waving spear and sword, shooting at anyone that stood clear across the battleground.
In the darkness, fighting the rain, he rode as fast as his could, because of the weather he could see no more then twenty steps ahead of him. " Noro lim Telir! Noro lim!" He cried against the wind, nature was against him, but he was not about to fail. He soon felt the heaviness of the air becoming damper. His keen ears could hear sounds of arrows shooting into the night. Thunder rolled in the valley, the rain lashed down hard.
Suddenly, something out of the darkness leaped at him. Caught by surprised he fell as the creature crashed into his body. Something shard scraped against his side, he managed to recover himself before the creature struck him again. It was an orc, quickly he unsheathed his sword and lashed at the enemy, the blade soon sunk into the orc's heart and ended his life. Breathing hard, he started to run, losing his horse in the rain, he did not have time to look for it. Every step he took there was always an orc waiting for him. He slashed and fought his way across the hills, his heart nearly stopped when he saw what was on the other side.
The valley was swarming with orcs, few elves could be seen, so many of the fair beings were slain and bloodied. The menace of the enemy was great, the elves were fading. Then he saw a figure, an elf that lay on the hard ground, an arrow sticking out from his back.
" No." he whispered, " Gil-galad!" crying out to his captain, he killed whatever that came to his way with his sword, sending it into the head of an orc he sunk down to the floor and held the elder elf in his arms. " Gil- galad!"
The wounded elf flicked open his eyes, his breathing was labor and hard, blood covered all over his armor and sinking into the earth. He was dying. The younger elf reached for the arrow before a hand stopped him.
" No..." Gil-galad said softly, " it is no use, my time here has ended."
" No!"
" Listen, " he said with pain, " it is your job now, to finish what I have started. I was not able to fight the darkness, but you, you can fight it." He saw tears in the younger elf's eyes, fighting to keep it in. He smiled and reached up to his face, " This is no time for shedding tears, " wiping a tear rolling down his face, " it is time for you to make the world a better place."
" How can I? How can I when I do not have the power?" he cried out, he could not do this alone.
" Have hope, the Valar will bless you with light, Elrond."
Whew.it is now 1:37AM...pretty good I think...lol.well. tell me what you think. Next will be up soon and I NEED all the motivation I can get guys so...REVIEW PLEASE! =)
