Breath Of Midnight
( I of course do not own Middle Earth, just in case there was any question. Please
read and review. This is my first Fan Fic.)
Prologue
It has been two ages since the eldest left these shores to the dominion of Men. Our time had past, and we had now diminished into the west. Many of us, however, were unable to tear ourselves away from these shores, choosing instead to live as we always have. While we went about our timeless lives the world of men grew, and flourished, and there was much joy. The Elves loved Men and rejoiced with them in their songs. Always present, but always distant. We respected the old alliances and remembered our friends of old, but Men have short lives and shorter memories. In our efforts to diminish we were forgotten. A new deceiver had joined the council of Men, and had sewed new fears and doubts into their hearts. The same eyes that had once looked upon us with trust were now filled with suspicion. They became envious of our immortality, and they felt threatened by our remaining presence in Middle Earth. They suspected our ambitions were to overthrow Men and rule Middle Earth alone. Suspicion turned into fear, and fear into hatred. Thus the world of Men declared war on the world of Elves.
Middle Earth was torn in two.
Since the beginning of the fourth age those Elves who choose to stay in Middle Earth have been unorganized and without unity. Led by this new deceiver the race of Men made short work and slaughter of our people. We did not foresee the coming of the first attack, and were caught unprepared, and unaware. After the first wave those of us who were left grouped together to take a stand. Fighting against those who should have been our brothers we fought to the bitter end, and many on both sides were lost. Despite the odds, and despite the horrors we fought on, and just when a glimmer of hope began to shine, just when our fortunes might have turned, we were betrayed by our own flesh. The deceiver had found a foothold, and it would devour us from the inside and out.
The battle is over now, and we have lost.
Dragged off the field of war and imprisoned. To be questioned as to the location of others and killed.
The last hope of the Elves.
But we are not yet all gone. I will not let hope die. With all that is in me I will find peace in this world. Many deceivers have come and gone, but none triumph in the end. The end is not yet written, and perhaps I yet have a part to play. Until then I will fight on.
To be continued in Chapter One of Breath of Midnight.