This is somethings new that came to me at 1 o'clock in the morning so i don't know if it'll become of anything but I'm willing to give it a go, right?
So enjoy, tell me what you think and hopefully I'll have a new chapter up later today. Disclaimer: Only my OC and her back story belongs to me. Otherwise, it all belongs to the great mind of J.R.R. Tolkien.
Prologue
When the world was young and naïve, during the Great War of the Rings, many creatures walked upon it; the honorable men, the beautiful elves, the rugged dwarves, the humble hobbits, the tricky orcs and many more. But there was one species that was unlike any other.
In Common tongue they are called The Wanderers. They walk about Middle Earth both alive and dead, here and there, forever being unlike any other before them. They look to belong of man, but have the life of elves, the sharp minds of the wizards, and the kind and gentle nature of the hobbits.
When the Great War was called upon to any who wished to fight against the evil of Mordor every man and able child stepped forward to reclaim their home. It was a bloody war. None of the Wanderers that had left behind their wives and children survived. Soon, out of heart break, one by one, so says the legend, the women and children died. An entire species went extinct, forever gone from the world. Or so they say.
One child was left untouched by grief and sorrow; one small baby girl that was gifted from her mother and her heavily grieving heart, to the elves of Rivendale who took the child with open arms and raised her as their own.
Years passed and as she grew and learned of her own heritage, she left her home of Rivendale and sought out any survivors of her own kind.
This is where her story begins.
Eilonwy, the last Wanderer of Middle Earth.