a'mael (beloved)
Disclaimer: I don't own anything in this story except for Aerandir, Iraliante, and Casey. The rest belongs to J.R.R. Tolkien and to sue me would resolve in getting nothing. I'm merely borrowing the world of Middle- Earth and it's inhabitants for this.
Summary: What if Middle-Earth actually did exist? What if there really were Hobbits, Elves, Dwarves and Wizards? What if the War of the Ring really did take place? What if the true author of the books was Frodo and Sam? What if a link to that world survived and lived in todays world? What if the love between a Hobbit and Elf was a forbidden one? The daughter of Frodo and Aerandir is here to tell that story to a small town writer. But, would you believe her tale or think it a fantasy?
Elvish Translation:
A' mael- Beloved
Aerandir- Sea Wandered
Iraliante- Jade Spider
::pats her Casey muse:: Hey, everyone has their own muse, mine happens to be the geeky Stephen king kid.
Casey: o.o I'm not going to get rammed into anything or chased am I?
Snickers: No no, not at all!! That's all saved for Legolas and Frodo. ^.^
Legolas & Frodo: O.O!!!
Legolas: Fangirls from Mordor!
Frodo: HIDE!!
Snickers: -.-; Moving on..
The room was small, almost empty with a table sitting in the middle and two chairs next to it one on each side. To the left, nearest a window that over looked the city sat a young woman, leaning back into the chair waiting for someone. Her hair was black as night and silken to the touch, skin as pale that you would think her a porcline doll and eyes as blue as the sky on a cloudless day. She sighed, crossing her jean covered legs while the fingers of her left hand twirled a black curl around her finger tips. Looking out the window from her seat, she could see the sun starting to set over the vast ocean and smiled to herself.
"There's a sight I'll never tire of seeing.", she spoke softly to no one.
Keeping her gaze out on the sea, the door to the small office opened and in stepped a young man. He was barely into his twenties, shirt dark brown hair, pale blue eyes, an opened bookbag slung over his left shoulder with papers sticking out. Shutting the door he muttered to himself quietly about how buses should arrive when they said they will and not make people wait 20 mins longer then necessary. Walking over to the desk he paused, staring at the girl who sat at there, gazing out the window without a care in the world.
"You're late." She spoke to him, her accent a soft, English one, not taking her eyes away from the rolls waves.
"I'm..I'm sorry. Public transportion you know. Always there when they're ready to be and not when you are.", he replied, plopping his bag onto the table. She slowly turned, a smile playing on her lips,
"I wouldn't really know. I walk to most places. Fresh air is good for you. Plus you get to take in the sights and smells better. And.. how is you put it? 'Stop and smell the roses'? "
The young man smiled back to her, giving a soft chuckle. "As I said, I am truly sorry for being late, Miss Baggins." The girl put up her right hand, shook her head lightly, "Please, let's not be so formal. It's Iraliante." She chuckled lightly, noting the confused look on his face on how to pronouce it. "Blame my mother for it.I had no say in my name. Call me Jade to be easier."
Sighing with a small amount of relief, he nodded. "Alright Jade, I'm Casey Hawke, but since we're not being formal here, it's just Casey."
Casey reached into his bag and pulled out a small tape recorder, setting it into the middle of the table. Iraliante took another look out at the sea for moment, seeing the reds, pinks and oranges mixing together in the sky. Casey looked up , about to ask if she was ready to start when he froze. He found himself staring at her. 'Well, she is attractive. Is there a crime in looking?' He took in her shoulder length hair, her slender form, the fact she wore no jewelry like most women her age, save for two silver bands on each of her middle fingers and pendant that hung from her neck. His eyes wander to the way she could sit perfectly still, like a statue to the slight point of her ears, the soft curls of her hair and the.. Wait a min. Slight point in her ears? He blinked and looked back again, even rubbed his eyes thinking they were playing tricks on him. 'Must be the lighting in here. My eyes are playing tricks on me.' She could feel his eyes on her, but said nothing at first, till the silence was starting to get to her. Just about to turn and speak to him he did first. "So, are you ready?"
She nodded, turned her attention back to him. "Yes, I am. But, are you?" Casey had just pressed play on the recorder when he looked at her. "What do you mean? You said you wanted to tell the story of your parents, how they met, came to be, and of you." Uncrossing her legs, she sighed, "Yes, that is all true, but I fear you may hear things that you, well.. may not believe. I don't want you to think I've gone completely mad in telling you." She paused him before he could open his mouth to speak. "Please, hear me out love. I don't need you running up from this table and calling the next doctor to have me tied in a straight jacket and thrown into a loony bin. The story I'm about to tell you is of love. Many forms of it. Most of it a forbidden kind you could say. How my mother came to be, to how she met my father. How I came to be. Despite all the odds. How the world was facing total darkness to triumph over it and bring us to where we are now. Do you think you can handle it?" Casey stared in wonder, taking in all she said and trying to make sense of it. 'Either this girl is crazy or she has the best idea for a fiction novel yet. Well, only one way to figure it out.'
"I'm ready for anything you have to tell me."
~TBC
Author note: Well there's the Prologue. Please read and review. All comments are welcome, flames will be ignored. Any comments to help will be accepted. Please be gentle though, this is my first large fanfiction. My last one was one chapter only.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything in this story except for Aerandir, Iraliante, and Casey. The rest belongs to J.R.R. Tolkien and to sue me would resolve in getting nothing. I'm merely borrowing the world of Middle- Earth and it's inhabitants for this.
Summary: What if Middle-Earth actually did exist? What if there really were Hobbits, Elves, Dwarves and Wizards? What if the War of the Ring really did take place? What if the true author of the books was Frodo and Sam? What if a link to that world survived and lived in todays world? What if the love between a Hobbit and Elf was a forbidden one? The daughter of Frodo and Aerandir is here to tell that story to a small town writer. But, would you believe her tale or think it a fantasy?
Elvish Translation:
A' mael- Beloved
Aerandir- Sea Wandered
Iraliante- Jade Spider
::pats her Casey muse:: Hey, everyone has their own muse, mine happens to be the geeky Stephen king kid.
Casey: o.o I'm not going to get rammed into anything or chased am I?
Snickers: No no, not at all!! That's all saved for Legolas and Frodo. ^.^
Legolas & Frodo: O.O!!!
Legolas: Fangirls from Mordor!
Frodo: HIDE!!
Snickers: -.-; Moving on..
The room was small, almost empty with a table sitting in the middle and two chairs next to it one on each side. To the left, nearest a window that over looked the city sat a young woman, leaning back into the chair waiting for someone. Her hair was black as night and silken to the touch, skin as pale that you would think her a porcline doll and eyes as blue as the sky on a cloudless day. She sighed, crossing her jean covered legs while the fingers of her left hand twirled a black curl around her finger tips. Looking out the window from her seat, she could see the sun starting to set over the vast ocean and smiled to herself.
"There's a sight I'll never tire of seeing.", she spoke softly to no one.
Keeping her gaze out on the sea, the door to the small office opened and in stepped a young man. He was barely into his twenties, shirt dark brown hair, pale blue eyes, an opened bookbag slung over his left shoulder with papers sticking out. Shutting the door he muttered to himself quietly about how buses should arrive when they said they will and not make people wait 20 mins longer then necessary. Walking over to the desk he paused, staring at the girl who sat at there, gazing out the window without a care in the world.
"You're late." She spoke to him, her accent a soft, English one, not taking her eyes away from the rolls waves.
"I'm..I'm sorry. Public transportion you know. Always there when they're ready to be and not when you are.", he replied, plopping his bag onto the table. She slowly turned, a smile playing on her lips,
"I wouldn't really know. I walk to most places. Fresh air is good for you. Plus you get to take in the sights and smells better. And.. how is you put it? 'Stop and smell the roses'? "
The young man smiled back to her, giving a soft chuckle. "As I said, I am truly sorry for being late, Miss Baggins." The girl put up her right hand, shook her head lightly, "Please, let's not be so formal. It's Iraliante." She chuckled lightly, noting the confused look on his face on how to pronouce it. "Blame my mother for it.I had no say in my name. Call me Jade to be easier."
Sighing with a small amount of relief, he nodded. "Alright Jade, I'm Casey Hawke, but since we're not being formal here, it's just Casey."
Casey reached into his bag and pulled out a small tape recorder, setting it into the middle of the table. Iraliante took another look out at the sea for moment, seeing the reds, pinks and oranges mixing together in the sky. Casey looked up , about to ask if she was ready to start when he froze. He found himself staring at her. 'Well, she is attractive. Is there a crime in looking?' He took in her shoulder length hair, her slender form, the fact she wore no jewelry like most women her age, save for two silver bands on each of her middle fingers and pendant that hung from her neck. His eyes wander to the way she could sit perfectly still, like a statue to the slight point of her ears, the soft curls of her hair and the.. Wait a min. Slight point in her ears? He blinked and looked back again, even rubbed his eyes thinking they were playing tricks on him. 'Must be the lighting in here. My eyes are playing tricks on me.' She could feel his eyes on her, but said nothing at first, till the silence was starting to get to her. Just about to turn and speak to him he did first. "So, are you ready?"
She nodded, turned her attention back to him. "Yes, I am. But, are you?" Casey had just pressed play on the recorder when he looked at her. "What do you mean? You said you wanted to tell the story of your parents, how they met, came to be, and of you." Uncrossing her legs, she sighed, "Yes, that is all true, but I fear you may hear things that you, well.. may not believe. I don't want you to think I've gone completely mad in telling you." She paused him before he could open his mouth to speak. "Please, hear me out love. I don't need you running up from this table and calling the next doctor to have me tied in a straight jacket and thrown into a loony bin. The story I'm about to tell you is of love. Many forms of it. Most of it a forbidden kind you could say. How my mother came to be, to how she met my father. How I came to be. Despite all the odds. How the world was facing total darkness to triumph over it and bring us to where we are now. Do you think you can handle it?" Casey stared in wonder, taking in all she said and trying to make sense of it. 'Either this girl is crazy or she has the best idea for a fiction novel yet. Well, only one way to figure it out.'
"I'm ready for anything you have to tell me."
~TBC
Author note: Well there's the Prologue. Please read and review. All comments are welcome, flames will be ignored. Any comments to help will be accepted. Please be gentle though, this is my first large fanfiction. My last one was one chapter only.