HI! This is like my first serious lotr fanfiction ever, so be gentle. I like it, you should too. ;)
p.s i like reviews ;)
Disclaimer:I own nothing but Ava. She belongs to meee! her and all her weapons! and this hasnt gone through beta-ness. please exuse any misspelling :/
Ava:grumble
p.p.s this is more like a prologue to the prologue, if that makes any sense, ya know?
on a cold, snowy night in February, a woman ran down the street in terror, holding a bundle wrapped in blankets close to her. I don't know who she is, or what her name is, but her part in this tale is great because of the bundle and how she sacrificed herself for it's contents. She ran down empty street after empty street and eventually turning into alleyways to escape the sound of baying hounds and galloping horses who were pursuing her. Eventually, she could run no more, for her lungs were set afire from exhaustion. She staggered along the snowy street she was in before tripping on something under the snow. She fell, and upon hearing the bay of a hound draw closer, dug a small hole in the snow. She set the bundle in it, and uncovered part of it to reveal the tiny, round, cherry red face of a very small child. She gasped for air and heaved "I have no chance, my time is over. Child, it is your time. Learn fast from the streets. Survive. I feel that your part in this world is great." She heard the thundering of hooves approaching, and, thinking fast, kissed the child's forehead. Then she covered it with snow. As anticipated, two tiny tail-tips popped out, and she pushed them back slightly for stealth. Then she got to her feet, still breathing hard, and tore a piece off her own robe, filling it with hard packed snow, and ran again. She didn't make it to the end of the street before the gondorian warriors seized her, and the dogs ripped open the blankets to find naught but snow. They growled in frustration and, oh, I have not the heart to tell you what became of the poor woman. After they had finished with her, the warriors split, each tearing off in a different direction, trying to find the object of what was in the little bundle. Once they were all gone, and their shouts, howls and galloping hooves faded into the distance, the little child made her way out of the snow into the open. The long red tails she had on her head like antlers fell to her sides quivering, as they often did when she was sad. She put her little girl hands on her face as she tried to regain the warmth in them and looked around, trying to think of what to do. Not knowing where to go, she took to wandering, for the woman had taken her deep into the lower streets of Gondor, a place where her knowledge was greatly limited. She thought back to past lives, and where the valar had deposited her before, but she still received no inclination of her whereabouts, for she should have remembered, the valar placed no soul, tormented like her or not, in the same place twice. She finally stopped and looked around, deathly tired, and found a small sewer tunnel mounted up high on the wall. She climbed up to it and sat down in its edge, wrapping her tails around her legs. There was water in it, but at least it was safe and free of snow, she thought as she settled down, wrapping her little cloak made of scraps more tightly around her trembling body. She laid down inside and curled herself up very small, wrapping her arms about her legs and drawing her tails in very close. Shuddering, she fell slowly to sleep, all thoughts of former lives and the Valar drifting out of her head, not to be recalled until her dying day in this life. Her wild brown hair blew about her as she slept, wind howling and cold biting, and the girl shuddered, but kept her sleeping peace. The woman was right when she said Ava had a large role to play in this world.