Title: Darkness is Coming
Author: Morgan Jain Emery Rating: PG - 13 Email: morgan.emery@ntlworld.com Summary: Darkness is stirring and its target has been decided. Authors notes: This is a prequel to Nwalmaer. All reviews are welcome as is constructive criticism. No flames please!!! Hope everyone enjoys this!! I am also working on a separate story about Gondor and includes our favourite elf. Trying to write a political intrigue but I am finding it hard so all reviews will boost my ego!!! **
Prologue
The tall tree stretched out its branches as the cool wind brushed though its emerald green leaves. Its branches groaned as they moved turning towards the sun. Sighing softly it joined in the song of the trees. It sang of joy of the past and sorrow of the present. Other voices joined in the songs, wood elves. The elves were running through the trees, singing merrily in their golden musical voices. One of the elves rested in the tangle of branches near the top of the tree. It was the youngest prince of Mirkwood. The elf often visited and spent hours resting in his branches, ever since he was a small elfling. Another elf ran lightly across the tree and both elves said their goodbyes before disappearing. The tree basked in the sunlight that seeped deep into its core warming it.
It was then that the whisperings from the trees on the outskirts of the great wood reached the tall tree. Orcs. The air chilled slightly as darkness descended in waves as the creatures travelled through the forest. Their dark voices interrupted the trees song and the smoke and fire of the torches harmed whatever they came into contact with. The tree sensed the darkness coming like a barrier across the forest and it withdrew its branches, crying out as it infiltrated its bark and penetrated deep within it. The cries of the trees grew louder as the orcs ran past them. The tree felt a party of elves run across the branches, one fell and the tree moved its branches to capture the firstborn. The elf was dying it could feel its blood run down its trunk. He soothed the elf's pain as he felt it die and pass into the Halls of Mandos. Raising its voice in grief, the trees of Mirkwood cries echoed through the forest travelling towards the safe haven of the wood elves.
Author: Morgan Jain Emery Rating: PG - 13 Email: morgan.emery@ntlworld.com Summary: Darkness is stirring and its target has been decided. Authors notes: This is a prequel to Nwalmaer. All reviews are welcome as is constructive criticism. No flames please!!! Hope everyone enjoys this!! I am also working on a separate story about Gondor and includes our favourite elf. Trying to write a political intrigue but I am finding it hard so all reviews will boost my ego!!! **
Prologue
The tall tree stretched out its branches as the cool wind brushed though its emerald green leaves. Its branches groaned as they moved turning towards the sun. Sighing softly it joined in the song of the trees. It sang of joy of the past and sorrow of the present. Other voices joined in the songs, wood elves. The elves were running through the trees, singing merrily in their golden musical voices. One of the elves rested in the tangle of branches near the top of the tree. It was the youngest prince of Mirkwood. The elf often visited and spent hours resting in his branches, ever since he was a small elfling. Another elf ran lightly across the tree and both elves said their goodbyes before disappearing. The tree basked in the sunlight that seeped deep into its core warming it.
It was then that the whisperings from the trees on the outskirts of the great wood reached the tall tree. Orcs. The air chilled slightly as darkness descended in waves as the creatures travelled through the forest. Their dark voices interrupted the trees song and the smoke and fire of the torches harmed whatever they came into contact with. The tree sensed the darkness coming like a barrier across the forest and it withdrew its branches, crying out as it infiltrated its bark and penetrated deep within it. The cries of the trees grew louder as the orcs ran past them. The tree felt a party of elves run across the branches, one fell and the tree moved its branches to capture the firstborn. The elf was dying it could feel its blood run down its trunk. He soothed the elf's pain as he felt it die and pass into the Halls of Mandos. Raising its voice in grief, the trees of Mirkwood cries echoed through the forest travelling towards the safe haven of the wood elves.