Introductory
A/N: This is just like the introduction type thing, not a chapter. This is also only my second fanfic so it may get off to a rocky start but hey, it'll improve:D I'm not sure how to tell you how to pronounce the name of the girl in the story. I took my name and tried to make it sound elvish :p ( la-ren-dil) the "dil" is like the word "deal" if that helps you. Anyways, enjoy :D
It's late, but that does not matter. The only thing that matters is getting out of here! I cannot wait any longer for them. I must move on, and find a new path. As I tell myself this memories of my father and step-brothers flow into my mind. Why did they have to go fight? Why couldn't men from those far off places called Rohan and Gondor come and fight? Why men from Bree? I continue to ponder these questions through-out the rest of the night until morning.
"Larendil, come down here! Guests will be awake soon and the place is a mess!" Yelled that familiar voice from Mr. Barliman Butterbur, the owner of the "Prancing Pony".
I sigh and do not even bother to ask myself why I am working here, that question would have to be asked another day. I rise from my bed and put on my red cotton dress that I put on every day, since there is no chance that Mr. Butterbur will buy me a new one. He was mad enough when father asked him to take care of me for awhile. I pull down my dark, chestnut brown hair and brush it thoroughly. Not that it would matter to anyone how I look. I'm just a lonely, young women forced to work as a waitress at the Prancing Pony until my family returns from battle.