What Lies Ahead

by Coldens

" 'Perhaps one day we shall understand one another,' the look in his eyes said that he doubted it very much." Herein lies the tale of an elf who, against her better judgement, finds herself on a quest for Middle Earth. Begins as a 10th Walker before morphing into something else. Eventual Eomer/OC.

This story begins much the same as any other: a chance meeting, a glance at the right time, and a tickle of hope. It tells of lives snared by the shaping of an age. And it ends, as all stories must, with the realization that going back is not the same as going home.

It is not the story that is difficult to tell. The problem here lies in deciding which meeting, which glance, is the true beginning. Fortunately, that is not for me to resolve. This telling, my telling, opens with the quest for a ring...

Disclaimer: If you recognize it, I don't own it. This very short chapter – more of a teaser than anything - is the result of a plot that has plagued me for some time now. I admit that it will begin as a 10th Walker fic (please don't kill me), before morphing into something else and an eventual Eomer/OC.