Prologue of middle earth story
Gondolin was falling
Those that would believe that the hidden city was not only being attacked but would fall to the tide of evil were scrambling around packing and preparing to leave through the tunnel Tuor had built.
King Turgon sat with his wife in the royal apartment holding his baby daughter in his arms while her older sister, the famed Idril, cast a spell over the infant. The child, only days old, was too young to travel.
Turgon had ignored the warning of the Vala, Ulmo had sent with the human who was his son in law and now he was going to pay the price for it but his children would not suffer the same fate.
Idril finished the spell and an azure glow surrounded the little girl. She began to giggle as if the glow tickled her. The glow faded away and as it did the little child faded out of sight as well.
After a second or two Turgon rose and bid his remaining daughter Farewell and good luck as she also left the city through her husband's tunnel. As he turned away Idril saw the double grief of the betrayal of Maglor and the loss of his own true children.
Helena and Ginny were sitting in a clearing in the Litchfield national park. They had not long left the home of Helena's uncle in Darwin and were camping out.
Helena was 22 and tall at 6'. She had mid brown hair with the slightest hint of red that only showed in certain lights. She absolutely loved that colour. Her eyes were the shade of grey found in classical paintings. Her figure was a willowy one that was the envy of many of her female friends. Her skin was the colour of alabaster that no matter how hard they tried would never tan, no matter how hard she tried though at least it would not burn either.
Ginny on the other hand was 23 and much shorter at 5'5". She had strawberry blond hair and equally pale skin. Her eyes were bluish grey and like her best friend had a delicate figure.
The two girls sat under the stars trying to identify what few constellations they knew and trying not to remember that this was the last leg of their post university trip and soon they would have to join the real world.
The girls were now officially University of Kent Alumni, something that had come a somewhat of a shock to the pair who had been linked at the elbow since the fresher's week of their first year. Helena was studying Philosophy and Politics and Ginny Classical Civilisations and Archaeology.
The pair had been united by the joint first year module of Classical Mythology. They both disliked the "youth culture" or lack thereof to be more precise and got on because neither was interested in getting drunk or sleeping around they had been brought closer as joint oddballs of the university society. Their other uniting interest was pretty dresses, a subject they could talk on for hours.
After a while they tired and curled up under the stars oblivious to two pairs of equally storm grey eyes fixed on the taller girl curling up in her sleeping bag.
The two girls drifted off unaware that dawn would not bring them one step closer to having to enter the real world but one large jump closer to entering the very unreal world. Comparatively speaking.