… Aníron…
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O môr henion i dhû
Ely siriar, êl sila
Ai! Aníron Undómiel
Tiro! El eria e môr
I lir en êl luitha uren
Ai! Aníron…
From darkness I understand the nightDreams flow, a star shines
Ah! I desire Evenstar
Look! A star rises out of the darkness
The song of the star enchants my heart
Ah! I desire…
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Before the War of the Ring*
There was something about the dark stranger that rode into Bree that stormy night. He had a mysterious air about him, as if he was one to be reckoned with. He was dangerous, she was sure. Her eyes narrowed. How she wished she could live a life like this mysterious stranger.
She sighed and went back to washing mugs. Her arms were soaked to the elbows in suds and the skin was beginning to be irritated and turn red. She wished she had never taken this job at the Prancing Pony, being a waitress of sorts. She'd rather be outside. It wasn't in her nature to wait on people.
The door of the inn opened and the dark figure strode through. She smiled at the irony. It was the stranger she had seen on his black horse, riding into the town. She dropped the half finish mug into the soapy barrel and dried her hands on the holey dishrag.
She strode over to where the stranger sat and placed her hands on the edge of the table, leaning on them slightly. "Can I help you?" she asked, smiling sweetly. The man's jaw hardened behind the hood of his cloak.
"A pint, please," he said, leaning forward. "What is your name?"
"I have many," she replied shortly.
The man considered this. "Then I shall call you Ara, if that is to your liking."
The girl's eyes narrowed. "What does it mean?" she asked, wary of men's tricks.
"Dawn," the man said simply. "In Elvish."
"You tell me your name," Ara demanded.
"You can call me Strider," said the man. Ara stood straight and went to get him his mug. When she returned he was no longer in his seat. Ara sighed harshly and threw the mug back into the soapy barrel. She cleaned it vigorously with a damp rag as she thought about this Strider. He's strange, and dark, she thought. I must find out more about him.
For in her heart of hearts she was a little afraid of this Strider, and what she was afraid of, she drew closer to.
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A/N- okay, I know that this was really short but someone else needs the computer now and I must go (don't be sad!) I hope I got your attention with this, anyway, and I hope you come back and review the next chapter which I will *try* to make extra long to make up for ^this^ disgrace!
Disclaimer- duh. You know what belongs to me and what does not.