Defying the Odds
Disclaimer: JRR owns the world, the languages, the people, and the concept. I just drew from his vision.
Chapter 1- Sea dreams
The sea was in his dreams. He knew not why, for he never longed for the sea. He had only seen it once from a distance. It was only a faint memory of the sky abruptly meeting the water in a harsh kaleidoscope of color as the sun set on the water. Now, in his dreams, he looked on it in a different light. The air was crisp upon his face, the sea roaring in the pull of the tides, and the sky a golden color from what could only be explained as a storm coming in. The sun glinted on the waters and they danced on the surface reflecting into his waiting eyes. He felt more alive as he followed the dancers in the water.
The waters danced until they appeared to produce a stare of blue eyes and a spark of radiant color. Hair fell from the image in black curls. Pale porcelain skin revealed a figure as beautiful as the water around her. And she danced. Oh how she danced on those waters. She wore a sparkling light blue dress that seemed to come out of the waters itself. He had never seen anything like it. Who was she?
The dancing continued and now he was outside his body looking on everything around him. He saw a castle of blue in the distance protruding from the rock face and colliding with the soft sand. He saw the small palm trees in the distance and green fields beyond. If he strained his eyes enough, he could even see in one little nook of the horizon, beyond the mountains, a field of yellow grasses and harsh winds, and finally he felt some familiarity in the world of so many beautiful things. He continued to stare like a curious child seeing the world for the first time. It was then that he saw himself, and it was not a pleasant sight. He was a mess of blonde hair in the wind and dirt stains on everything. He had dirt on his face, in his clothes, in his hair. He was also shocked to see he wore no shirt and even his muscles were covered in dirt.
Suddenly before anything else could be discovered the lady in the water that danced like a lovely jewel in a miners eyes walked upon the water toward him. He was now in his body again looking at the image in blue taking tiny steps. The little foot of porcelain touched the water causing baby ripples to escape the light contact. She met sand with her foot and was no longer a shining image of beauty but a little girl who captured the light of the ocean in her eyes. She moved like the sea and as she grew closer he could see the waves in her eyes.
She caressed his face with that porcelain hand and then the world came together in one perfect moment. She moved in and touched those silken lips of the reddest ruby to his harsh lips, his warrior lips. His heart came out of his chest in that moment, and he felt the sea warming it. She wrapped her arms around him and continued to kiss him. She opened her mouth and whispered upon his lips, but he took advantage of the moment and deepened the kiss. She moaned in his mouth, which gave him more control. He gave way to his passion in waves as he heard the crashing of the sea on the shore.
"E," she said in a familiar voice. It couldn't be her, for he had heard this voice before.
"E!" but she moved her lips as she said it.
"E!"
Suddenly the sea melted away as he opened his eyes. The room was dimly lit and the smell of pine and cinder filled his nose. It was the smell of his childhood. He was back to the real world. The room was filled with its normal decor. The wall had paintings of horses and the trim was colored in a golden accent. He had a table beside his bed that was littered with papers. And he, Éomer of the Mark, was wrestling with a pillow in his sleep.
"E! Will you get up already?" When he turned toward the door he saw his blonde haired sister with a ruffled brow. "You have been sleeping all morning! We have to have breakfast and then set out for Gondor. We don't have time for this." She looked like she was having a crisis as her hair fell in shambles.
"Ugh," he replied and rolled out of bed, literally. The ground was more comfortable than his bed anyway. It only remained so for about a minute when his sister abruptly put her foot into his stomach.
"Maybe that will inspire you to get up. I know you have no desire to go to Gondor, but I would like to see my fiancée."
"Yes, your highness," he said into the floor.
"That's right, now listen to me before I have you beheaded." He was off the floor in a second and chasing her out of the room. She screamed and ran out as he stopped and closed the door. He rubbed his eyes and went to his closet to pick out his ridding attire.
It was going to be a long day.
A/N: This is my first attempt at this. Bear with me. The story is complete I just have no idea how to submit a story with chapters all at once. So this is the start. Hope you like.
