Prologue
The wind was gently blowing the dust in the street. Five figures were patrolling the high wall that surrounded the village. Each figure had a bow in their hands and a quiver full of arrows on their backs. In that village, there was a small clay house with a pale, green, round door. Inside, a male hobbit was sitting in a rocking chair smoking his pipe and making smoke- rings.
He watched his young, by their standards, daughter play on the handcrafted rug with his tall elven wife. His wife had blonde straight hair with soft brown eyes, like most elves. They were forced to move away from her home, Rivendell, because the other elves did not approve of a marriage between an elf and a hobbit.
His daughter had inherited traits of both sides. She had brown curly hair, and bright blue eyes. He knew when she grew up, she would be taller than a hobbit but shorter than an elf; more like the size of a grown human man. She had pale skin yet it was tanned, just the slightest bit. She also had high cheekbones like elves.
Suddenly horns were heard blowing from the walls. The door suddenly burst open and a human man's head peeked in.
"Brandybuck," he said in a sharp voice. "There's an army of Sauron approaching the walls." The hobbit hesitated a moment as he looked at his wife and daughter. He sighed.
"My plain hobbit sense tells me that I shouldn't get involved but then...to save my family and this village." He then snuffed out the fire in his pipe, gently laid it down on a dark wooden chair table, and stood up. "Come, Nathíer. Go and get your sword. We have a village to save." Nathíer nodded as she got up and went out of the room. Brandybuck smiled down at his daughter. "Stay here, Kareesh. Outside is no place for a youngster like you."
Kareesh looked up with her bright eyes twinkling at her father. "Yes, father," she replied. She then went back to playing with the wooden blocks.
Nathíer stepped back into the room. With a soft voice she said, "Come. Our time draws near." Brandybuck nodded. He went over to the fireplace. On the mantle, in a glass case, was a sword. It was not a very big sword, almost like a knife but it fit Brandybuck quite well.
"Goodbye, sweetie," Brandybuck said as he walked over to Kareesh, bent down, kissed the top of her head, and walked out of the door. Nathíer also walked by Kareesh and kissed her on the head and walked out. As she went out, she gently closed the door behind her
The wind was gently blowing the dust in the street. Five figures were patrolling the high wall that surrounded the village. Each figure had a bow in their hands and a quiver full of arrows on their backs. In that village, there was a small clay house with a pale, green, round door. Inside, a male hobbit was sitting in a rocking chair smoking his pipe and making smoke- rings.
He watched his young, by their standards, daughter play on the handcrafted rug with his tall elven wife. His wife had blonde straight hair with soft brown eyes, like most elves. They were forced to move away from her home, Rivendell, because the other elves did not approve of a marriage between an elf and a hobbit.
His daughter had inherited traits of both sides. She had brown curly hair, and bright blue eyes. He knew when she grew up, she would be taller than a hobbit but shorter than an elf; more like the size of a grown human man. She had pale skin yet it was tanned, just the slightest bit. She also had high cheekbones like elves.
Suddenly horns were heard blowing from the walls. The door suddenly burst open and a human man's head peeked in.
"Brandybuck," he said in a sharp voice. "There's an army of Sauron approaching the walls." The hobbit hesitated a moment as he looked at his wife and daughter. He sighed.
"My plain hobbit sense tells me that I shouldn't get involved but then...to save my family and this village." He then snuffed out the fire in his pipe, gently laid it down on a dark wooden chair table, and stood up. "Come, Nathíer. Go and get your sword. We have a village to save." Nathíer nodded as she got up and went out of the room. Brandybuck smiled down at his daughter. "Stay here, Kareesh. Outside is no place for a youngster like you."
Kareesh looked up with her bright eyes twinkling at her father. "Yes, father," she replied. She then went back to playing with the wooden blocks.
Nathíer stepped back into the room. With a soft voice she said, "Come. Our time draws near." Brandybuck nodded. He went over to the fireplace. On the mantle, in a glass case, was a sword. It was not a very big sword, almost like a knife but it fit Brandybuck quite well.
"Goodbye, sweetie," Brandybuck said as he walked over to Kareesh, bent down, kissed the top of her head, and walked out of the door. Nathíer also walked by Kareesh and kissed her on the head and walked out. As she went out, she gently closed the door behind her