This story is completely unrelated to my past ones which I know were actually bad. This one or these ones will be different I hope. This will be a glance of the start of what's to come. Hope you all like it.
This is a story about one man. A man who wasn't in history books or legends, or had titles or maids or anything. This man was a normal civilian to most. No high ranking family or town, just a little village, and he will have two unexpected journey's for he lives in middle earth, and adventure is all that happens nowadays as his father says. He was half elf, half man. He had the spirit and courage of a man, and the age limit and skill of a elf and his adventure starts when he reaches the age of 100 or 10 to a man as he will live a expected age of 1000 years. It is the day of his birthday that a old wizard walks through his little out of the way, map-less village and this day will change his life, wanting or not.
Our main character isn't actually in the village when the wizard visits. He is actually out fishing as a birthday present as he isn't allowed far from the village but he is with his friend, Elandil, a full elf and about 250 years old and he knows the area and promised to keep him safe. He had short brown hair, unusual for a elf. His eyes were sharp and blue like a elf, his face tranquil and young. He was taller than our character by about 15inches and they would challenge one another daily in archery, it is still undecided. He wore a black cloak but green fur jacket and boots. He was born an elf, but raised by multiple humans more than an elf. They were at the large lake in the middle of nowhere, only a few miles away from the village. They were surrounded by large trees and many, the lake stretched for miles. Birds were chirping and animals were gathered around them happily. It was a clear day and the sun shone brightly, reflecting off the water beautifully. They had both been sitting there for about 3 hours when Elandil's trap wiggled. "Got one!" He shouted and pulled it out almost instantaneously. His voice was young and reckless, he wasn't one for rules but he loved adventure.
He had caught a red herring. In this area, these are quite rare. Taste horrible however can be sold for a good price to the collectors. "This will sell for a good price, you think?" He held it towards our character. A twig snapped in the distance and Elandil dropped the fish as the animals and birds fled, leaving silence and a small soft wind. Another twig snapped and they instantly readied their bows, preparing for what was coming. In combat, the two perfected sign language to communicate, to reduce the amount of sound they make for stealth such as hunts or ambushes and Elandil told our character to hide at the tree opposite him, aiming towards the sound like he was. Twigs snapped closer and closer, coming right for them. Now they pulled their arrows, ready to fire at the incoming noise. A few seconds of silence and then a figure appeared between the trees. Elandil knew the figure had seen them. "Who are you? We are armed and will fire on you if you mean us harm". The figure walked forward a few steps. It was too dark to see him. "I come in search of someone. Are either of you two elves called Eradan?" His voice was deep and calm, like he planned for this. "Yes." Elandil answered. "I have a proposition for our said friend. An adventure, if you will." "Before we talk deals or adventures, we need a name for our, new friend." Elandil asked as he lowered his bow. The figure walked forward into the light. He wore a grey wizard hat and cloak, a brown staff and grey wizard clothing. "My name is Gandalf, and Gandalf is me."
