Sunrise
By StarWolf
09/16/2003
Written: 12:24 A.M.
Typed: 9:59 P.M.
Title:
SunriseAuthor:
StarWolfFandom:
Lord of the RingsPairing:
NoneRating:
PG, because it's creepy, if I do say so myself.Contact:
elendraug@yahoo.comReviews:
Are nice to get, and much appreciated.Archive:
Please don't put it anywhere without my permission; I'd rather my fics stay where I place them.Disclaimer:
Yeah, I'm Tolkien. Because I died thirty years and fourteen days ago, but managed to resurrect myself just so I could write this. *rolls eyes* Duh, I don't own it.Warnings:
It's dark. I think so, anyway.Summary:
Just the start of another day.==============================
The sun rises, its light growing stronger as it approaches the horizon, and covers the lush countryside of the Shire with its bright rays. It glints, a sparkling golden light that hints of an inner fire. It stirs something within my soul:
Hope.
I jog along the well-worn path on the way to my cousin's house. Naturally, he is ecstatic to see me as I enter his line of sight, and soon he warmly embraces me.
We'll spend the rest of the afternoon romping through gilded fields of corn, wheat, and barley. As we tumble to the ground, we'll be laughing so hard that we'll cry. His tawny hair will shine in the sun, mimicking his inner radiance.
And all will be good.
Years pass, and things change.
The sun sets, its light fading after a brilliant crescendo of yellow. Darkness smothers the rows of ashen crops, luminous in the pale, now visible moonlight. It shows with stunning clarity what former illusions really are, and betrays the faux innocence of this place.
I race along a war-beaten road, dust flying into the air as I trample weeds underfoot, hurrying on my way to my cousin's pathetic attempt at shelter. Naturally, he is terrified as I enter his line of sight, and soon he desperately sprints away from me.
We'll spend the rest of the night playing an exhausting game of cat-and-mouse through tarnished fields of wreck, ruin, and despair. As he stumbles to the ground, he'll be shaking so hard that he'll cry. His grey eyes will reflect the slight illumination the moon provides, revealing the panic that seizes his body.
And all will be lost.
A gold ring hangs suspended on a silver chain about my neck. It glints, sparking golden light that veils an inner fire. It ignites something within my soul, but this emotion is far too dark, far too evil, far too powerful to name.
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Yes, it was pretty short. But we need more "Pippin-takes-the-Ring" fics, even just for the sake of unsettling the audience. XP Fear me, for I love angst, darkness, and deathfics.
Wanna buy a dozen? Discounts on bulk rates. XD