Heyy!

This is mine and matthews first fanfic, we hope you enjoy it..

This chapter is a prologue to explain the basics and background (live threw it, it does get better i promise)

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keep reading Katie xx

Hey guys just wanna say that the prologue isn't a good representive to the rest of the story so please do read on as i swear it will get better as me and katie get better at writung. Keep rockin it dudes ! Matthew :D


Prologue

A war rages on in Middle Earth between the hobbits and the Dark Lord Sauron's followers.

I mounted my horse and looked upon the scene of death and destruction that lay before me, this battle wasn't going well like many others recently. Men lay wounded at the gates, others strewn dead around them. Some of my best elite warriors gone victims of swarms of orcs or crushed by a ballistic troll. Now it was my time to ride in I had to turn the tides of this battle at least force there troops backwards, try and at least salvage some hope for my men.

I gallop towards the highest number of enemy troops and fire a flaming Greek fire arrow straight towards a trolls head. The troll falls over erupting into glitter dust.

"How the hell can these monstrosities turn into something so nice after death?" I thought bewildered.

I run straight into the horde of enemies, slicing my way through the monsters using my blade; a gift from my beautiful Queen Sophia, the monsters vaporise into glittery dust all around me until my visibility of the surroundings is gone.

A sword sliced through the glitter and everything went black.

Suddenly I was in a large majestic looking bedroom with a large four poster bed in front of me. On top of the bed sheets was a large bowl of water, a shimmering image of a godly figure was projected out of a rainbow.

"I'm sending help now, Sophia, he's a trusted friend he will take care of your son." With that the figure disappeared.

She stood from the bed as the sound of a conch horn echoed of in the distance and then a sound of rolling wheels approached the chamber doors.

"Sophia?" A low friendly voice queried from behind the wood.

I picked up a bundle of cloth and pulled back the top to stare into my baby's eyes one last time; I placed a kiss on his forehead and placed a gold inscribed ring on top of the baby's chest. I opened the door and handed it to the out stretched arms of a shadowed man sitting in a wheelchair.

The words take care of him echoed as the scene went white.

Matthew woke with a jolt to the cry of:

"Happy birthday!"