beautifulwanderer: just a note I do not own LOTR characters they belong to the Tolkien foundation. I do not own the plot from the book, the movie or anything else. The only thing that I own is my character, my storyline and props, and names/language. All 'misspellings' that are w/ Arina are suppose to be there. Thankyou.

(This is a LegoxOC fic)

The day was young and bright. The world of Aronia was full of life, there was peace between all nations. The nation of Kinatora was going about their everyday business. On the edge of the nation was the small village of Hinotasia, where its people were going about their normal lives. The priests were doing the morning prayers. Warriors were training. People were haggling for their items of interest, and children played in the street. On the outskirts of the village a young woman was practicing with an older man. The man could be easily recognized as a priest. The woman, was not as easily placed. She had silver hair that seemed to be originally up in a bun, but was slowly coming out. Her eyes were a mixture of silver, lavender, and blue. She was very pale and was rumored to glow at night by the moonlight, since that was her source of power. She seemed to be wearing a simple outfit in black. It hugged her body like a second skin.

"Arina, stay calm. Concentrate. You'll never get the hang of it if you don't practice." the old priest said to the young woman, who had stopped her practice.

"Mochon, I am trying my best, honest. It just doesn't seem to be getting easier." Arina said.

" sigh Arina, it's not suppose to get any easier. As you grow you come into more of your power. I'm trying to teach you to the best of my knowledge. Please, continue to train." Mochon says, exasperated with the teen.

"Fine…. But I still think it's useless." she replied.

In Aronia, it was very rare for a priestess to be born. But that is exactly what happened to Arina. She was the only priestess to be born within the last 20 years. One reason why priestesses were rarely born was because they were a select few who were blessed by the Gods. Since the beginning of time there has been a priestess of one type of blessing, and there is never two of the same type. And Always the priestess has an unnatural hair color to represent that she has been blessed by the Gods.

The priestess blessings are characterized as:

A bright auburn to dark orange hair is a fire/strength priestess.

A deep aqua to light blue hair is a water/ice priestess.

A forest green to brownish green hair is an earth/plant priestess

A beige to cream hair is an air/illusion priestess.

Pure gold hair is a light/shape shift priestess

Silver hair is a healing/spiritual priestess

Dark violet to midnight black hair is a dark/shadow priestess

Bright yellow to golden yellow hair is lightning/energy priestess

With each blessing comes a different types of power/abilities. Some priestesses can be more powerful than others, but usually not by much. Since priestesses are rare, it is hard to find a teacher. Usually a priest teaches a priestess, to the best that they can. It is an honor to be a priestess, but it is also a curse. During Arina's time, almost every priestess that had come before her had gone to the 'dark side'. In her world there was the 'dark side' and the 'light side'. The 'light side' had won some peace for the time being. It had been 15 years since the last war, and Aronia was past due for another.

Now, let us return to the young priestess and her teacher.

"Mochon, I'm tired can't I take a break?" Arina asked.

"Oh, alright. But as soon as your done you need to continue training. Your going to turn 18 tomorrow and you'll be coming into more power. If you think it's hard now, wait till tomorrow. Your training will have to increase." Mochon replied.

"Fine." Arina sighed out as she sat down.

Her training continued throughout the day and at sunset she was allowed to return home. She entered her home and heard her younger brother and father fighting again. Arina had an older brother and younger brother. Arina's older brother was a general in the army. Her father was a Lord, so they had lived pretty well for the past 20 years. Her younger brother on the other hand, he wanted to become a baker. Sure, it seemed okay, if you weren't in her family.

You see, in Aronia, bakers were in the bottom low class, and Arina's family refused to let their son go into that level of society. Arina's mother didn't really care about it that much, she wanted her children to be happy. Her father on the other hand, wanted the family name to continue and stay in this level, the high upper class.

"I can't believe that you still want to be a baker!" Arina's father spat at her younger brother. Sure, he may have been only 8, but he was set on what he wanted to do. Their father originally thought it was a phase, it surely wasn't.

"it's fun dad!" Kutobi says in response.

"Nanitsia! Talk to you son." their father sighs, exasperated.

"alright, Byannto. Kutobi, come here." their mother, Nanitsia says.

Arina's family always had this talk almost every other night. Her elder brother, Sonori, came home for dinner. He had moved out, but always came home for dinner. The dinner was very nice and her family went to bed. Arina was having trouble going to sleep. Since she was in training, her priestess powers were more open than normal and she could feel that something bad was about to happen. She had a feeling of dread, and it scarred her.

Arina sat upright instantly as soon as she felt a strange force. Since her power was over spiritually, she could sense when something was amice in the spirit world, in nature, or anything else. She was what you would call, empathic in a way. She could feel the world around her shudder with an unseen fear. She got out of her bed and put on some clothes. She then continued to go outside.

As soon as she exited the house she could feel the force even stronger. She felt as if she was being pulled toward it. She looked up and saw that she had walked all the way to the outskirts of town to the village temple. She went inside and could not feel anything, it was as if it had all stopped. The earth itself seemed to not breath. She turned around to exit the temple and felt herself being pulled backwards. The only thing that escaped her mouth was, "Ah….." and she soon fell into darkness.

End prologue

Just a couple of notes on Arina's languages

In her world there is a common tongue. It sounds a lot like Westron except for these differences:

1. She enunciates her vowels; A, E, I, O, U, and never Y

2. She rolls all of her R's unless otherwise stated.

3. H is almost always silent, exceptions will be stated when written.

4. Some words are different sounding, but the same meaning. (an example is 'tree' and 'teree')

5. Just think of Westron being pronounced and said differently. I will specify when there is a large difference.

Her natural tongue for her nation will be written as this: "Kinarian" because I don't have the entire language planned out. When I get it I'll be sure to update.