AN: So, first and foremost, DISCLAIMERS- I do NOT own any of Tolkien's characters, nor do I own anything of Peter Jacksons. This only thing that is my own is my OC, Alma. This prologue burst furth from seemingly nowhere, but I decided to go with it. Enjoy and review if you please!
There once was a hobbit and a human.
A bastard Took and a banished Easterling.
A fair skinned lass and a dark skinned lad.
A petite, brown haired woman and lithe, black haired man.
And there was a child, born of the East with the deserts and oceans in her eyes and the Shire in her veins.
There was once an elf and a dwarf.
A dark elf and a Blacklock dwarf.
A warrior of a tribe and a Prince of a clan.
A dark skinned beauty and a tough nut to crack.
And there was a child, born with Mahal in his bones and the stars of the Valar imprinted onto his skin.
Then years passed.
And times changed and stayed the same as they do.
They are amazing, the things that history often forgets.
The things Gods and time seem to erase with ease.
And then there was a meeting.
And a loving and a hurting and an enduring.
And a hating and a bruising and a healing.
And a birth that happened in the space between two breaths.
And all of the sudden
All of everything became one.
For a child had been born.
To Yavanna and Aulë
To Manwë and Varda
And she was all of everything in one.
A child of the Four.
Yavanna named her May,
Varda sang her name to be Saryn.
Aulë gave her the name of Arya
And Manwë, he called her Lila.
Her parents, however, named her Alma.
They named her "soul".
And the Gods found they really could not contend with that, no, not at all.
And so, Middle Earth was never the same.