Chapter 1
Prologue
A New Beginning
Pain—a burning searing pain that seemed to root from her very soul itself—was all that she knew in the next moments. It was all encompassing, consuming her entire being. Though she could not hear it, she knew she was screaming, she could feel the air forced across her vocal cords, felt the strain in her throat. Icy tear rolled down hollow cheeks, burning her skin as they went. Her body convulsed in agony.
She heard what she thought to be a door slam open, but she could not open her eyes to see as hard as she might, they were squinted tight against the onslaught of pain. Though her own screams remained muted to her, voices began to filter through as they yelled above her own. One, voice, a female, stood out above the rest. She knew that voice, but from where? She could not recall, could not force her mind into recollection trough the torment of her body.
'Make it stop,' she pleaded to those around her, not caring who they were. She just wanted relief, wanted the pain to stop. 'Just make it stop.' She could not be sure if she spoke aloud or to herself, but she continued nonetheless.
Strong arms gripped her, and her uncontrolled writhing turning into panicked thrashing, the pain in her body increasing by tenfold. There was nothing she could do as the hands that held her forced her into a seated position; she was helpless against them. Something cool pressed against her lips, strange voices urged her to sip. She did not want to. It could be poison; they could be trying to kill her. They told her it would stop the agony—make it all go away. She felt her lips part, felt the liquid rush into her mouth, warm and tart, felt it spill down her chin.
She swallowed. The liquid warm and thick as it went down. She felt it spread through her body. She heard words she did not understand being spoken, though she knew she should understand them. Ever so slowly, she felt the pain subside, it did not disappear, but neither did it consume her any longer. She felt her muscle release the tension, felt her body slump, as she was laid against something soft.
Slowly, ever so slowly, she forced her eyes to open. They white light that filled her vision stung, and she tried desperately to focus. After what seemed an eternity, her eyes began to focus. She found herself starring at a man's face, with long dark hair, and sharp features. She found his eyes; clear grey eyes looked back at her with concern. Not a man's eye she knew at once—too much, pain, sorrow, and loss. She looked into an elf's eyes. "Who are you?" she croaked. Her voice barely above a whisper, it was all she could produce, her vocal cords damaged.
"I am Elladan, Son of Elrond of Rivendell." He replied, his voice smooth and lilting. It was his voice that had been speaking earlier, in the language she could not comprehend—she knew now he had been speaking in Sindarin.
"Elladan." She repeated, her vision starting to fade again. She was with the elves, but how? She did not know. However, if she was with the elves, then she was safe-for now. She was going to sleep; closing her eyes, Evelyn embraced the peaceful dark slumber that enveloped her.
A/N: Well This was a short start to the new story, however, It lets you find out her choice, and introduces again a new character to the story, who will have fairly large role in this story. My wedding is coming up in 6 weeks, so I cannot promise I will be able to update like I have been the coming weeks, but I promise I will do my best! I at least wanted to give you all a little something to go on. Please read and review and let me know your thoughts and ideas!
