A/N: Ok, please be kind, this is my first Lord of the Rings story. Flames
will be used to toast marshmallows.
A/N 2: I haven't read anything but The Hobbit, so if my story doesn't sound much like the books, please don't burn me. I'll use them to start safe, relatively well-made campfires for Lachiel or the Men. Or to fry Sauron at the end of my story if I decide he deserves to die.
A/N 3: Ok (wow, I seem to like that word...), I'm going to start with... well, it'll make sense as the story goes on. But don't forget this prologue, or this probably won't make sense later. After this prologue... I will go on a time-jump alllllllllllllllllllll the way to something that also isn't in the books, so this is an AU. If you don't like them, there's a nice little button in the top left hand corner of the screen labeled 'back' which you can use to leave. :-) Have fun!
Oh, my disclaimer. I forgot, so here it is: I own nothing except Lachiel, the beginning, the middle, the end, Lachiel's mom, and Sauron. I wish. Well, cheers and have a good time!
Ah, yes, and my last thing (she said while everyone else began muttering 'What is *with* this person?! Just get on with the story, already!') Sorry, I'll make it quick. ~*~*~ means it is a dream sequence, and ~*~ means scene change. Bye now! ;-)
A/N. Again: Oops, I forgot something. These ' ' (apostrophes) means the person speaking is talking in Sindarian or Quenya. " " (quotation marks) means common speech. :: :: (weird little dottie things) means black speech.
~*~
There was a slight rumbling, all that broke the misty blanket of silence of the rosy dawn, reaching out with long fingers of light. The sun peered over the tips of the mountains of Eredo Alata* at the strange, new sounds coming from the soil. The sound of caves collapsing upon caves grew louder, fast. A crack formed on the hard ground, deep and black. It spread, and even the sun hid behind the black, looming clouds, which, in turn, tried to hide behind the rise of the mountains in the lands of Nimdor** from the land's very heart. A crouching form rose out of red mists, hugging the ground, black hair spilling down over thin shoulders, like dark shadows. It sat, almost like a cat, then stood. His thin, white face was framed by a few strands of black hair; black eyes looked the world straight in the face. Full, red lips stood out against his white skin, the only color, it seemed, that he had upon his sharply angular face. He brought spidery hands before his features, and examined them as if for the first time. He was clothed in a long, black robe, a shimmering article which he eyed with contempt. He began to walk toward the green forest in the distance, curiously but warily. And then the nameless being turned his face to the wind, his hair was pushed back, revealing pointed ears. And he walked on, forming a name for himself: Belegon, the Mighty. He did not understand the language, but knew the words for some reason, the same reason that magic-and he-existed.
* Mountains of Radiance
* White land
A/N 2: I haven't read anything but The Hobbit, so if my story doesn't sound much like the books, please don't burn me. I'll use them to start safe, relatively well-made campfires for Lachiel or the Men. Or to fry Sauron at the end of my story if I decide he deserves to die.
A/N 3: Ok (wow, I seem to like that word...), I'm going to start with... well, it'll make sense as the story goes on. But don't forget this prologue, or this probably won't make sense later. After this prologue... I will go on a time-jump alllllllllllllllllllll the way to something that also isn't in the books, so this is an AU. If you don't like them, there's a nice little button in the top left hand corner of the screen labeled 'back' which you can use to leave. :-) Have fun!
Oh, my disclaimer. I forgot, so here it is: I own nothing except Lachiel, the beginning, the middle, the end, Lachiel's mom, and Sauron. I wish. Well, cheers and have a good time!
Ah, yes, and my last thing (she said while everyone else began muttering 'What is *with* this person?! Just get on with the story, already!') Sorry, I'll make it quick. ~*~*~ means it is a dream sequence, and ~*~ means scene change. Bye now! ;-)
A/N. Again: Oops, I forgot something. These ' ' (apostrophes) means the person speaking is talking in Sindarian or Quenya. " " (quotation marks) means common speech. :: :: (weird little dottie things) means black speech.
~*~
There was a slight rumbling, all that broke the misty blanket of silence of the rosy dawn, reaching out with long fingers of light. The sun peered over the tips of the mountains of Eredo Alata* at the strange, new sounds coming from the soil. The sound of caves collapsing upon caves grew louder, fast. A crack formed on the hard ground, deep and black. It spread, and even the sun hid behind the black, looming clouds, which, in turn, tried to hide behind the rise of the mountains in the lands of Nimdor** from the land's very heart. A crouching form rose out of red mists, hugging the ground, black hair spilling down over thin shoulders, like dark shadows. It sat, almost like a cat, then stood. His thin, white face was framed by a few strands of black hair; black eyes looked the world straight in the face. Full, red lips stood out against his white skin, the only color, it seemed, that he had upon his sharply angular face. He brought spidery hands before his features, and examined them as if for the first time. He was clothed in a long, black robe, a shimmering article which he eyed with contempt. He began to walk toward the green forest in the distance, curiously but warily. And then the nameless being turned his face to the wind, his hair was pushed back, revealing pointed ears. And he walked on, forming a name for himself: Belegon, the Mighty. He did not understand the language, but knew the words for some reason, the same reason that magic-and he-existed.
* Mountains of Radiance
* White land