Prologue…
The scene before her was a blur. A sea of dead men, dwarves, orcs. Her hands were stained with dried blood. Her hair, hanging like rat tails, discoloured as a bright red shade instead of the comforting white one. She looked about her, standing in the middle of the grounds, where death hung about like a bee to a flower. There was a distant muffled voice somewhere far off.
Estrein turned to look. A familiar figure was racing towards her, catching her just as the exhausted girl collapsed to her knees. She looked up into his eyes, blinking a few times to focus on his features.
"Estrein you must come… its Thorin – " the rest of that sentence remained cut off. Estreins mind swirled into a dark vortex and her eyes shut. Her limp frame falling into his arms.
I know I have labelled this as Lord of the Rings, but I am currently on the Hobbit part of the tale and doesnt allow for me to post two categories. Struggles! But please bear with me while I work on the first chapter which is to come shortly... - Royal