Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings, nor am I getting any form of payment for this fanfiction. I only own my characters. I know that everyone in middle earth speaks a different languages, however I am not going to even try to create one for the tribes in the east. This is my first fan fiction and I will do my best.
Prologue
The battle field was filled with the foul smell of decaying corpses, elves, man, orc, trolls, even a great black dragon. Under whose great wings two small children had taken shelter. The battle had been cruel to all, nowhere was there a sign of victory. Grief and pain were all that was left.
The children where two of the Easterlings, no more than ten years of age. Each bore a startling resemblance to one another, although one was a boy and the other a girl. Each wore dark hair in braids, their faces were caked with dirt and making the white of their blue eyes all the more startling amongst their Sharp features. Their clothes were black and only added to the heat, with their water skins barely half full now. There they sat under the shade of the massive wing hiding from the heat of the southern noon day sun. The boy say quietly glaring at everything in the light, while the girl stood closest to the edge of the wing. Her hand touched the dry scales of the dragon as her eyes roamed the screen before her with excitement.
"How much longer? Lan?," the girl asked, brightly turning towards the boy. The boy looked at her and smiled.
"As long as it takes." he replied, watching as her face fell he sighed and firmly added ", He will come for us."
"I know papa will come for us silly." she said, happily sitting next to her brother ", I meant, how much longer until we can fight too?"
"Lin! You always ask that and you already know the answer, we can join in battle when we can fight our way throw the ranks." Lan said, exasperated. His sister was infected with what the elders called in the common tongue battle lust.
"Let's do that soon." Lin cried out loudly coming to her feet and excitedly pulling on Lan's arm.
Lan looked his tiny sister up and down puzzled as he compared her to the body of the chard westernise man. Her spirit was commendable and her determination was brutally signal minded and yet he feared for her.
"We'll do it when we get back, if you can beat me." Lan said, calmly standing next to her, taking her smaller hand in his.
Lin smiled, looking at their joined hands, she knew her brother and she knew how to beat him. It was just a matter of time before she could begin her destiny. The land was quiet and still, under the sun as the children waited.