BORN OF FIRE
The fire crackled like mad and the lava boiled over like hot water in a pan. The Orcs screeched like banshees and crowded around the base of the volcano and stared down into the bubbling pit of lava, squirming with anticipation and shoving each other aside to get a look themselves. Some sneered or even go so far as to threaten one another.
A scream pierced through the hot air of Mount Doom and a pale hand shot out from the lava that made all the Orcs fidget even closer to the edge. The hand flapped around in the lava pit till it grabbed a hold of the edge where all the orcs were standing. The scream was muffled from underneath the pit till the shrilling voice of a woman broke through with scarlet hair as red as the lava. The woman who pulled herself out of the lava was deadly pale with not a single burn on her perfect skin. What ran underneath though were strange ashen veins that covered all over her body. Her hair wrapped around her body like a shroud to keep her modesty while the ends were still swimming in the lava.
The Orcs inched closer to the woman. She said nothing and her head was to the ground. One Orc inched a bit to close and caused the rocks below him to shuffle a bit. The woman's head snapped up. It was all too fast to witness when she suddenly grabbed the sword that was at his side and slashed across his body. The orc didn't even make a sound and wasn't even sure if he was cut...till the upper half of his body slid off his torso and onto the floor. The Orcs scurried away from the woman and gave out this frightful shriek.
The woman looked at them with deranged, wild eyes that weren't black as coal, but as blue as the clear sky. She hissed out a low growling voice. "Do not...touch...me!" Her voice was rough and raw sounding. Her whole being burned hotter than the volcano. No one uttered a single word to this woman but gazed upon her hair as it danced in the hot winds like scarlet flames.
Inside the heart of Mount Doom, birth a woman with hair as red as the lava bubbling within it. This was different from what anyone could foretell or even imagine. The heat raiding off her body was not like how it used to be but doubts were true in the end when the ashen veins covering her body disappeared and they knew...that this was going to be troublesome. So, to stop the trouble from running amok, the Orcs did the only thing they could to and locked her away in a tower where they could keep a watchful eye on her. At first, it was difficult even though she was treated like a princess. She acted like a wounded animal that would hide away from the orcs even while they brought things for her. She would latch out when they approached and yell out them to 'Leave her alone'. She fought and hid like a frightened child who lost her parents. Her eyes were deranged and stained with fear and hidden malice.
This woman was an anomaly, something that took the place of someone very, very old. Something..that should have long since departed from this world and that Middle-earth should have forgotten about. Something...that shouldn't exist.
Author's Note:
And so we have a new story. This is going to be a long one so strap down my lovelies!
The story is going to go through all the movies (Since I didn't read the books) It's gonna start in the Hobbit series and migrate into the Lord of the Rings afterward.
And fair warning, this story isn't going to be updated as much as my others. I have a lot of other projects I really need to do but that don't mean I'll discard this story. I don't know really. Now, please let me know with reviews about what you think so far about this story. I'm serious guys. It really does burn me out when all I get is radio silence. I hate to ask of them every time but I lose motivation really easily if all I get is silence. Let me know what you think. It doesn't have to be a drawn out and detailed review. I'm happy with just a 'Cool story bro'.