Hello, this is a story I just started writing for fun, but then my little
bro loved it and wanted me 2 post it on ff.net. So here it goes, I think
I'm gonna do that thing where I wait 4 a certain amount of reviews be4 I
continue. So Read and Review if you want me 2 continue.
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Chapter 1 - The Eye of Sauron
My name is Halkira, daughter of Haldir, assistant woodland guard of the woods of Lothlórien, my home. Though I am only 16 years of age, my father has trained me well in the arts of the sword, archery, and self-defence. During the day, starting at the crack of dawn through till the rising of the moon, I wander the woods surrounding my home, keeping an open eye for strangers. In recent days, however, we have the need to be merciless even to the innocent looking. We do not only approach and ask the stranger of their business in our woods, we must surround them silently hidden in the trees, then approach, bows ready to fire. I suppose you are wondering why we must take such pre-cautions, well I shall explain to you. Rumour has been spread of fires growing in Mount Doom, of the Black Lands of Mordor. Haldir, my father, will not tell me what it means, nor of what took place 60 years passed when such happenings were active. All I do know is that the last time was much less reckless than what shall come to pass. I know this, for in desperation to understand, I went to the Lady of Lothlórien, who has forever been my friend.
One night, I awoke from disturbing dreams of Mordor, and Mount Doom, increasing my curiosity. I sat up in the white hammock that hung between trees, high up in the branches of the woods, within the protective walls of Lothlórien. Three trees dwell in a circle, three hammocks were tied in between them, one was my own, one, inhabited by Haldir, and the last, of my mother, Mirlocko. Circling this enclosure, was a wooden balcony. The stairs leading down from our home was closest to my father's hammock, so if anyone were to come to do his family any harm, they would answer to Haldir first, the pantry and garden house, my mother's, and our house, for rainy days and the winter, was closest to my hammock. I enjoyed the feeling of being suspended, it seemed, in mid air during my sleep. The air of Lothlórien ever fresh and clean, beautiful woods surround them, it was like living in a dream. I looked up through the leaves on the branches of the trees of which my people depend on for survival so as to not be discovered, at the shining moon. It's white, pale light illuminated much, casting shadows through the branches gently rustling in the cool night breeze. I closed my eyes, and breathed in deeply the scent of oak and fresh air, while the breeze swirled around me, lifting my long brown hair slightly. I exhaled slowly and opened my eyes. It was wonderful to live here in these woods, you may learn all the secrets to nature, and it's beasts. Being of Elf Kind, animals trust us, for we may tame them with ease, and we respect all nature and it's creatures, such is our way. I glanced again at my father. His long blonde hair, which was done up the into it's normal style, rest over his broad shoulders, his hands crossed on his chest as he lay motionless, dark grey eyes open, but unaware of his true surroundings, for he was lost in peaceful dreams. This was how the Elves rest, lost in their dreams, and unaware of what was happening around them, though their eyes were still open. This was another thing that bothered me about my recent dream: the Elves dream peacefully, whereas I had just dreamed of destruction and despair. I looked over to my mother, sleeping just as all Elves do, I have inherited my brown hair from her, though the shade was lightened by my father's blonde heritage. My hair colour was the only trait that separated me from looking just like Haldir. All his facial features, eyes, lips, and all I had inherited, but in more of a feminine form. Haldir was my idol and still is, I always wanted to be just like him. Which is why I begged to guard the woods of Lothlórien along side him He taught me all: how to fight, how to ride a horse, everything. I was also fascinated by his wisdom, I could sit for hours and hours listening to Haldir talk about anything at all. When I was a child he taught me his wisdom through tales and songs, but now, I am old enough to know more, which is what surprised me when he would not speak of what took place 60 years ago. Was it that treacherous? I moved to the side, slowly sliding off my hammock to the wooden balcony, so as not to wake my father or mother. I slowly crept to the stairs, looking back at Haldir before setting foot down them. He was as motionless as ever, and I slowly walked down the stairs that were wrapped around the trees. I needed somewhere to think about my dream.
Soon I reached the ground beneath a flight of stone steps. Some white caught my eye, and I looked round. There stood Galadriel, the Lady of Lothlórien.
"The hour is late, Halkira, daughter of Haldir. What troubles your mind, young one?" She said, her voice was soft, and rang out like a melody.
"My Lady, I had a very confusing, yet disturbing dream." I replied.
"Please, describe it to me." Galadriel insisted, motioning for me to sit beside her on a bench.
I sat, and told her about my dream of Mordor, and the fires within the Mountain of Doom.
"I see," She said, looking at me with an expression of surprise and curiosity. "Did your father tell you anything about recent rumours?"
"No." I said, shaking my head. The Lady of Lothlórien, looked away in deep thought. "My Lady?" I asked after a while.
She looked back at me. "Come here, Halkira. I wish to show you something." Galadriel rose and lead me to a large circular silver pan it, water was in it. "Come, look into the mirror." She motioned for me to step up and look into the water.
I stepped up, and looked into the sparkling water. At first, only my reflection I saw, but then it was over clouded by visions. Fire, smoke rising from burning villages, women, children, screaming and fleeing for their lives. Orcs, killing, being killed, by Men and Elves. These horrible visions continued to flash before my dark grey eyes until a red eye with a small black slit for a pupil appeared, I knew what it was, so I automatically pulled back. Breathing heavily, I backed away from the mirror.
"What is it?" My Lady asked of me.
I was silent for a few seconds. "The eye of Sauron." I finally breathed.
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And there you go, the first chapter. I've got lots more written, and I'm still writing, but I'm not gonna post the next chapter until I see whether or now you guys want me 2 continue posting the chapters I've already written, and will probably tease you with in the future. Mwuahahahahaha! Anyways, please click that button that says "Submit Review" and tell me what u think. Should I continue, should I not? Or what?10 reviews till I continue, take care every1, I'm off 2 write some more!
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Chapter 1 - The Eye of Sauron
My name is Halkira, daughter of Haldir, assistant woodland guard of the woods of Lothlórien, my home. Though I am only 16 years of age, my father has trained me well in the arts of the sword, archery, and self-defence. During the day, starting at the crack of dawn through till the rising of the moon, I wander the woods surrounding my home, keeping an open eye for strangers. In recent days, however, we have the need to be merciless even to the innocent looking. We do not only approach and ask the stranger of their business in our woods, we must surround them silently hidden in the trees, then approach, bows ready to fire. I suppose you are wondering why we must take such pre-cautions, well I shall explain to you. Rumour has been spread of fires growing in Mount Doom, of the Black Lands of Mordor. Haldir, my father, will not tell me what it means, nor of what took place 60 years passed when such happenings were active. All I do know is that the last time was much less reckless than what shall come to pass. I know this, for in desperation to understand, I went to the Lady of Lothlórien, who has forever been my friend.
One night, I awoke from disturbing dreams of Mordor, and Mount Doom, increasing my curiosity. I sat up in the white hammock that hung between trees, high up in the branches of the woods, within the protective walls of Lothlórien. Three trees dwell in a circle, three hammocks were tied in between them, one was my own, one, inhabited by Haldir, and the last, of my mother, Mirlocko. Circling this enclosure, was a wooden balcony. The stairs leading down from our home was closest to my father's hammock, so if anyone were to come to do his family any harm, they would answer to Haldir first, the pantry and garden house, my mother's, and our house, for rainy days and the winter, was closest to my hammock. I enjoyed the feeling of being suspended, it seemed, in mid air during my sleep. The air of Lothlórien ever fresh and clean, beautiful woods surround them, it was like living in a dream. I looked up through the leaves on the branches of the trees of which my people depend on for survival so as to not be discovered, at the shining moon. It's white, pale light illuminated much, casting shadows through the branches gently rustling in the cool night breeze. I closed my eyes, and breathed in deeply the scent of oak and fresh air, while the breeze swirled around me, lifting my long brown hair slightly. I exhaled slowly and opened my eyes. It was wonderful to live here in these woods, you may learn all the secrets to nature, and it's beasts. Being of Elf Kind, animals trust us, for we may tame them with ease, and we respect all nature and it's creatures, such is our way. I glanced again at my father. His long blonde hair, which was done up the into it's normal style, rest over his broad shoulders, his hands crossed on his chest as he lay motionless, dark grey eyes open, but unaware of his true surroundings, for he was lost in peaceful dreams. This was how the Elves rest, lost in their dreams, and unaware of what was happening around them, though their eyes were still open. This was another thing that bothered me about my recent dream: the Elves dream peacefully, whereas I had just dreamed of destruction and despair. I looked over to my mother, sleeping just as all Elves do, I have inherited my brown hair from her, though the shade was lightened by my father's blonde heritage. My hair colour was the only trait that separated me from looking just like Haldir. All his facial features, eyes, lips, and all I had inherited, but in more of a feminine form. Haldir was my idol and still is, I always wanted to be just like him. Which is why I begged to guard the woods of Lothlórien along side him He taught me all: how to fight, how to ride a horse, everything. I was also fascinated by his wisdom, I could sit for hours and hours listening to Haldir talk about anything at all. When I was a child he taught me his wisdom through tales and songs, but now, I am old enough to know more, which is what surprised me when he would not speak of what took place 60 years ago. Was it that treacherous? I moved to the side, slowly sliding off my hammock to the wooden balcony, so as not to wake my father or mother. I slowly crept to the stairs, looking back at Haldir before setting foot down them. He was as motionless as ever, and I slowly walked down the stairs that were wrapped around the trees. I needed somewhere to think about my dream.
Soon I reached the ground beneath a flight of stone steps. Some white caught my eye, and I looked round. There stood Galadriel, the Lady of Lothlórien.
"The hour is late, Halkira, daughter of Haldir. What troubles your mind, young one?" She said, her voice was soft, and rang out like a melody.
"My Lady, I had a very confusing, yet disturbing dream." I replied.
"Please, describe it to me." Galadriel insisted, motioning for me to sit beside her on a bench.
I sat, and told her about my dream of Mordor, and the fires within the Mountain of Doom.
"I see," She said, looking at me with an expression of surprise and curiosity. "Did your father tell you anything about recent rumours?"
"No." I said, shaking my head. The Lady of Lothlórien, looked away in deep thought. "My Lady?" I asked after a while.
She looked back at me. "Come here, Halkira. I wish to show you something." Galadriel rose and lead me to a large circular silver pan it, water was in it. "Come, look into the mirror." She motioned for me to step up and look into the water.
I stepped up, and looked into the sparkling water. At first, only my reflection I saw, but then it was over clouded by visions. Fire, smoke rising from burning villages, women, children, screaming and fleeing for their lives. Orcs, killing, being killed, by Men and Elves. These horrible visions continued to flash before my dark grey eyes until a red eye with a small black slit for a pupil appeared, I knew what it was, so I automatically pulled back. Breathing heavily, I backed away from the mirror.
"What is it?" My Lady asked of me.
I was silent for a few seconds. "The eye of Sauron." I finally breathed.
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And there you go, the first chapter. I've got lots more written, and I'm still writing, but I'm not gonna post the next chapter until I see whether or now you guys want me 2 continue posting the chapters I've already written, and will probably tease you with in the future. Mwuahahahahaha! Anyways, please click that button that says "Submit Review" and tell me what u think. Should I continue, should I not? Or what?10 reviews till I continue, take care every1, I'm off 2 write some more!
