Hello, this is my first try at a story on here. I really haven't written in so long so I'm not sure how good I am anymore. But I had this idea swimming around in my head and I thought I'd give it a try. So try it out with me and tell me what you think. I know nothing exciting is happening in this short chapter but I want to introduce my character into the journey.
Something wicked was festering beyond the horizon, a dark ominous presence that was growing diligently over the Greenwood forest. Though the slopes and plains of the valleys and hills left ages to travel on foot from Greenwood to the Woodland Glades it would not be long until the entire forest undertook the name Mirkwood, and the Glades would not be far behind.
"If the elves cannot fight off the darkness, how will we?" Azruphel muttered, lightly stroking the tulip petals that she sat upon as she watched the black cloud, hardly visible above the hill- that covered the Woodland realm of the elves.
"Off in your musings again, Az?" A deep voice bellowed from up above, the rush of wind accompanied with it rocked her flower harshly, her fingers gripping into the small grooves as a foothold to stay abroad. When her surroundings finally settled she quickly tossed the golden mess of curls that had attached themselves to her eyelashes behind her head and looked up.
A huge man, handsome in appearance with long dark hair the color of wet bark, with large green eyes stared down at her. His ears, though pointed like an elf had a deep slope that curved dramatically to its point (and wiggled when he laughed too harshly) and his cheekbones were as delicate and high as any elf.
Azruphel huffed and jumped up, the transparent appendages on back whizzing her up and out of the tulip, and when she was safely away from the flower she closed her eyes and changed her body, feeling her legs, arms and torso grow to that of a child -size (unless you were a hobbit), and though her height was that of a seven year old human, her body was that of a woman. Her golden curls, which kinked all the way to her round hips were bathed in teardrop jewels, her sloped (yet pointed) years jutting out slightly at the tips. Her eyes, the color of rain on a summers eve was surrounded by pink petal dust, from the corner of the eye up across her arched eyebrow and down, much like a raccoons mask. She grinned, smoothing out her loincloth like skirt, which traveled to her ankles, but allowed her to move freer than any human woman and looked at the man, who she now stood eye level with.
"You should know by now, Malgelir that my musings are not musings at all, but profound thoughts." She said as she walked over to her tulip, sliding her hand above it and watching as a cluster of water droplets poured from her stretched fingers to the flower. A thanks for letting her use it as chair.
"Ah," He said, a teasing smile on his face, "and what sort of profoundness are you thinking of?"
"The darkness." Was all Azruphel said as she looked on beyond the hillside to the cluster of every darkening sky. "It grows every fortnight- that I can notice- and I fear it will be on our doorstep soon."
Malgelir looked on with her, only nodding his head in affirmation of her comment.
"Something must be done. Someone has got to know something about it. It's as if everything is frozen there. I see no geese flying overhead; I see no deer making their trail from there to here. Something is amiss."
"Who would know any of the going ons in that forest save for Thranduil himself?"
"Radagast of course."
"And you mean to go find him, Az?" He asked shooting her a knowing look as she leered over at him, sly smile making its way on her lips.
"I see no one better but me."
"And you will go alone?"
"Yes. Someone needs to tell my father."
"And that would be me?"
"Well, there's no one else here, Mal."
"And what do you wish me to tell him, Az?" Malgelir asked, grinning at his long time friend.
She grinned, stopping momentarily and looking up the sky, a pondering look on her face, the corners of her eyes crinkling in thought causing the bright pink petal dust to pucker.
"Why, you shall tell him the truth."
"That I let you alone to brave the Mirk of Greenwood?" Another smile lit her face.
"Tell him that I am in a hurry, and had to go alone for I had no time to go gallivanting back home to tell him I am leaving. And furthermore, tell him I have no time to go waltzing about to dinners with boring Fae princes! I have much better company to keep."
"You wish for me to tell him all that? Do you want me to spend a decade in your dungeon?"
"Well if you don't wish to say that… Well then I'm sure you'll think of something!" And with the words said over her shoulder her body once again morphed to the size of a mere butterfly, her transparent wings carrying her over the hills and around the trees towards the Brown Wizards home.