Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Lord of the Rings characters or places or items. I do own Evangle (pronounced E-ven-jewel). She is my character, and I don't like when people steal my characters so bah! Um, what else, don't sue. Yea, you'll most likely get nothing. Flames are welcomed and warm my feet...damn, they're freezing!
Author's Note: Yes, I'm turning into a Lord of the Rings fan fiction writer. I'm actually going to write a good story this time though. Not a humor fic or anything, but a real good chapter fic. This is my first time writing something like this, so could you please review if you like it. I will continue on if I like it, but I also love to know that people out there are reading these. Thanks!
A woman with silky black hair that fell to the floor slowly made her way to a desk in her room. A single candle in her hand gave a flimsy light as she set in a holder. The light from it gave just enough to allow her to see. Her deep brown eyes searched the desk briefly as she picked up a pen nearby. She drew a book from a drawer and opened it to the first page. As her pen began to flow across the paper gracefully, a single tear slid down her face.
45 Coirë, 3019
Third Age
The One Ring is destroyed and so ends the War of the Ring. As the last particle of the Ring melted in the fires of Oredruin, Sauron passed. I shall soon depart as well to follow my love to wherever he may go.
But, before I also pass, my story must be told. Those who know bits and pieces will depart or have already left Middle-Earth. The time of the Elves draws to a close and so the truth will pass with them to the Grey Havens. Men who knew the story have been long dead and it has faded into a mere myth, passed on from generation to generation to amuse teenagers and children. Hobbits know not even my name. Dwarves could care less about the troubles of an Elf.
I leave behind this diary, from which my story can be read in full. From this page on, it shall tell my story. One of love that flows deeper than family. One of a girl who transformed into a woman while searching for a meaning to her life. One of a great evil. One of the lover of Sauron.
Evangle
The woman closed the book, her eyes filled with tears; yet, she refused to shed them. She knew if she let go, then her story would never be told and it had to be. She got up from where she sat and crossed the room to her bed. Sliding the sheets back, she got in and covered herself, her eyes going vacant as she slipped into the dream world.
Author's Note: So what do you think? Please review! Thanks!