Disclaimer: I do not own LOTR or Twilight. It all belongs to Tolkien, and Stephanie Meyer. I don't even own this computer, but I do own Lily!
Prologue
Lilliandil ran she was always late for everything, except for every meal. I do not want to say it, but I really do feel that she is not an asset to Middle Earth. She was always wandering, she could be gone for hours, she could have an entire elven army searching for her, yet she would still continue to skip in the stream, or climb trees.
She ran, as fast as her feet could carry her, clutching her book, and pen in one hand, and her skirt in the other. She was leaving for Valinor today, and like most days she was late, she raced, and ran for her life. The elleth skidded to a stop as she arrived at the Grey-Havens. She looked on in horror as the ship pulled out of port. She shouted for it to come back, but to no avail.
What would you do at the moment? She did that exact same thing she jumped into the water, held her breath and waited, waited for her to feel the warmth of the water. It never came.
Lilliandil yelped as she hit the water, it felt as is a thousand needles were piercing her skin. This is not how it was supposed to feel like, she finally used all her strength and swam as hard as she was able to the surface, when she finally broke the surface, she was forced back under by some person diving in.
The girl screamed as she was plunged under, she swam back to the surface, but yet the same thing happened. And again, and again until she felt a warm pair of hands reach around her and pull her up onto the beach. She gasped as air screamed back into her lungs, collapsing onto the beach one though crossed her mind where am I?