Fate and Path
PROLOUGUE
The world is chaos itself.
The horizon was dark and no stars are gleaming with life, it was only illuminated by the moon.
The black and blue foggy view of the sky says it will be raining the next day.
As it blends with the cold and damp climate. The trees sing their hush tones, while the mountains sing its nightly dew
Follows a handsome elf having brilliant stature with aristocratic nose, and ears that are pointed, and trained.
He sports raven locks that flows within the winds and blend darkness
His eyes hold the abyss, dark and empty for his life had never been fair.
The never ending wars, betrayal, and chaos, were the reason for everything. He never understood emotions, nor the real reason for love's existence.
He was once a dreamer but that was shattered by the very existence of his curse and the blood that run along his veins. He believes that dreams are only a figment of the livings imagination. It is but an illusion that the mind has been creating. This is why the races of these livings are blind to the real persona of the Middle earth. They have only been seeing the other side of it and none on the other side were real pain and hatred existed.
Through his walk he can only remember the fragments of his past travels and experiences. Every tear and blood was shed during his attempt of revenge. He was nothing but a criminal yet today he didn't really know which word labeled him. But that was not the point. It didn't matter anymore.
As his men and acquaintances die. His walls build up, higher, and higher, surrounding him. Every time he hears the horrible screams.
It becomes stronger and mightier, until he hears nothing…
Until he feels nothing.
He didn't care anymore, if he did, he will only lose himself and fall into darkness. He almost lost himself to Sauron but if it wasn't for his brother's deep loyalty for him he would have never been walking towards these roads. Travelling, finding the remains of this Middle earth before it shatters.
He was a dark king. And for now, he is but a living shell, a shell whose feelings and emotion disappeared into the wilderness. He is nothing but a shell, with a lost soul and heart.
A strong shell that can never be broken, a soul that is cursed and can never be bound. That was his fate. And no path could lead him to the opposite.
He is mysterious, he, is dangerously beautiful
Being dark, noble and all mighty, with his makeshift bow, arching above his head, as his arrows slung on his back. He slowly travels the Middle earth, for his own path. Marveling what was left on this rubbles to see.
He killed of those in favor of blocking his way… And unlocks all of the mystery and secret unbeknownst to this earth. The more he learns upon it, the more his mind becomes grim and void of light.
Being orphaned so young and being the only heir to royalty. He didn't particularly grow normal as a child. For at the age of 8 he already began ruling the kingdom that was forcefully handed to him, while his brother was out there somewhat protecting him from the shadows. And unbeknownst to the real matter he himself imagined of ways how his brother would die by his hands. His mind matured too early.
The truth was evoked by the very death of his brother. And the real reason why it had to happen.
He was a fool, for he did not know first of the situation at hand. He was too hasty, and excited, he was too young. His adrenaline could not be stopped. He'd let bloodlust control his being. He remembered the last complexion of his brother before his eyes. Limb to limb were the blood splattered on his dear brother as he gave him the most serene smile he could ever muster.
After that, he was in ruins.
He couldn't forgive himself. The bitterness in his heart spread like wildfire as his thoughts became dark and unfeeling. The heart that was once fooled began to fall into nothingness. But before anything else, he did something else that was much foolish. He almost hoped. He believed that if he knew. He and his brother would have been fighting side by side and not on each other's deaths. A non-existent hope was much painful than waiting for a hope to happen. There was a chance for him to live a life unimaginable and peaceful and yet he didn't know, because his brother had to sacrifice that. His brother had to hide his pain.
And it turned him into a monster. He started lusting for blood. Screams and popping bones were melodic to his ears, yet before he could stoop any lower, a voice in his mind saved him. He didn't particularly know what it was, but the pull was powerful and strange. It came to his senses that all of his brother's sacrifices would be futile if he kept falling into darkness. So he settled off and took a breath for this was not what his mother would have wanted of him. If she was watching, he can already imagine her pleads and cries as he ends another man's life.
The result of this numbed him of all sorts. He lived, but there was nothing but emptiness and suffering. He was almost numb to all sorts of pain.
He left the kingdom for 3 years at the age of 17 as he made a pact from a snake seeking for a great deal of power. He believed it was the only way he could end his brother. After gaining much needed power his mentor was considered worthless to him and decided to cheat death and tried to kill him, he didn't leave unscathed but he was somewhat successful. After his bitter glory from his brother he gained an immense power that was passed onto him and killing his brother was the only way to obtain it.
He came back and began to rule as king for 3 years. Life in the kingdom was busy. But not physically tiring enough for him to be challenged. After the endless of continuous paper works, contracts, boring etiquette lessons and playing king. He got tired and decided he would step down for a while and travel the Middle earth and plan a route for the village and his kingdom to continue prospering without him.
He would eventually write to his mentor, every two months, to inform him of his survival and to get daily updates upon his country. This person saw him grow up and leave. He thought that this wizard would resent him after his reckless leave upon the kingdom. He remembered after that 4 years he took off and came back suddenly after 3 years it would surprise the 'mentor' but much to his dismay he only waved him off and said he already knew and that he was already too tired to rant and lecture him.
The knowledge of the citizens upon him, is unknown. They now believe, that the kingdom has vanished. And that they are not ruled by a royalty anymore. But of a democratic field. His mentor is the president. He made it sure of it so that the council would not sniff throughout anything he was hiding. That wizard was the only person he could entrust the kingdom to.
He planned on hiding his kingdom, for others not to see. So that all of its royalties, and riches would be safe along with its dark secrets and curse.
He planned on making the agricultural sources big so that the elves living upon the country can export more foreign goods. And not depend on the kingdom's aid.
After his three years of ruling. The spell that he had been learning was released and he made his kingdom invisible for all livings. He even had to tame a dragon to protect it.
The once kingdom, is now replaced by a dark and musky forest. Every creature whom got across the barrier would be the dragon's dish. There was no return. Only death and a message of caution.
And now, as he walked straight ahead, on the lush dark forest for another kilometer, he stumbled into a village that burn upon the grounds.
It described despair in ruins.
The world is much fuller of darkness, for hell is already empty and the real demons have long set foot on this earth. Lurking, hiding, seeking lost and weak souls that could be devoured as it dreams to own the Middle earth. An earth where only pain and hatred existed.
He has been doing this for more than six years. He will unravel all of this Earth's mystery until he dies with it. He will try to delay as much darkness as he could muster because he wants to live for them, for his brother and for his clan. Because he deserves to suffer living in his own despair. He does not deserve death, but non ending suffering.
He quickly ran, and got ready for a long upcoming battle, his sharp senses helped him look for the enemies, which needed to be disposed of.
And eventually find out what happened.
WHAT YOU NEED TO READ TO FURTHER UNDERSTAND THE STORY:
There are three kinds of hobbits: hobbit have naturally big, hairy and heavy feet. And sports brunette lock sometime on rare occasions it would be blonde.
Falohide – Fair skinned people, much more humane, and is a friendlier entertainer. The tallest kind of hobbit. They wear normal clothes like humans. (They wear boots…)
Stoor- they grow beards, and does not wear shoes, a hairy hobbit. It's much shorter than of the fallohides. Are good at boat and swimming. Adventurous people.
Harfoot – the shortest of the kind does not also wear boots and are called the norm. Where hobbits were originated.
There are 3 clans of elves (I did some research but I will also mix it up with a bit of fanfiction.)
1st clan is 'Minyar' The Extinct Rinnegan Clan
2nd clan is 'Tatyar' The Sharinggan Clan
3rd clan is Nelya (Lindar) The Hyuuga Clan
There are 6 elf languages
Sindarin - Sindarin was the Elven language most commonly spoken in Middle-earth during in the Third Age - in our world, it is universally referred to as, when not in canonical context, "Elven".
Quenya – A language spoken by non telerin elves "The high elves"
Telerin - Telerin, also called Lindalambë or Lindárin (tongue of the Lindar) was the language of the Falmari.
Nandorin - The Nandor (Quenya; were Elves of Telerin descent
Silvan- I have no definition for this
Westron- universal language among middle earth. Like English and stuff…
tbc
Author's Note:
Lotr is a bit complicated and this is my first time in the field of writing. So I'll do my best to make a better approach and understanding in this story because lotr basically has a lot of terms, languages, charts and fictioned histories that Tolkien has created. Some definitions I got were from google and the minors I've come to learn so that I could make the story seem more realistic from the lotr timeline. There are a lot of facts to be kindled and explored in the lotr field and it's making my head dizzy since I'm not much of an avid fan. I've only come to like the intensity of the story and timeline because it has this majestic and powerful approach, not only did kishi make that amazing lotr cover. But it widened my sense of imagination that I had to hoard on learning and starting how to write a story for myself that I could end for my liking. And Kishi's character designs were a top notch! I just couldn't help myself
Anyways this wasn't supposed to be long but I needed a fellow monetary author whom would give me pointers since I don't want to make a fool out of myself. And English isn't necessarily my native language. So yea
This is my first story pls. Forgive me if there were any mistakes. I'm new to this stuff. But this will be my first and last author's note so goodbye for now.
R&R!