I don't own anyone or anything except the noble people of Imtros. Many props to J.R.R.T. for writing such an awesome trilogy (and many other killer stories). Trust me, if I owned anyone from LOTR they would be locked in my basement. This is the first fanfic I have ever written based on the Lord of the Rings and I hope it comes out okay. I have written three sample chapters here. Having not read the books as many times as I have read the Harry Potter books, I'm not sure if I'll be able to get the feeling right. (If I misrepresent anything in any way please oh please won't you tell me?) This is an OC story and I don't give a flying fuck if that makes me a sad fangirl type person. OC stories are meant to be enjoyed by the writer, not the reader. I'll try to make this interesting for you though. (see if you can't find another books' influence*wink*) Much love, Missus Wicked -or- 6brigid_maiden6 on Vampirefreaks.
The Shreya Jaidev (pronounced "Sh-ray-ah Jay-Dehv") manuscript is the earliest known eyewitness account of The Quest to Destroy the One Ring. Here I have translated it to a context which can be understood by modern people. I have tried to abridge as little as possible, for it is an extraordinary document, describing in vivid detail events which occurred thousands of years ago.
A word should be said about Shreya Jaidev who speaks to us with such a distinctive voice despite the passage of so many years, and the filter of transcribers and translators from a dozen linguistic and cultural traditions. We know almost nothing of her society but what she divulges in the following passages. Apparently in current maps the Island of Imtros has disappeared or has been renamed as much of the ancient cities and lands have been. From what Shreya states, it was somewhere in the Mid- Atlantic, that it was not particularly large, and that it was a rich nation when Shreya lived there. Precious sea stones were said to wash upon it's shore, and it's main river flowed with silver. Such tales are easily dismissed. What cannot be dismissed however, are the tales of a great power her people were in possession of, thought by most historians to be the refined use of solar power (though this is debatable as you will read on), perfected by the Imtrans, and lost when the civilization was. It is possible that the fables of Atlantis were based on this nation. Of Shreya Jaidev herself we know more. She is clearly an intelligent and observant woman, although she writes for none but her own record. She is interested in both the every day details of life and the beliefs of the people she meets. Much that she witnessed struck her as both barbaric and obscene, and other things as highly civilized as her own culture, perhaps more so. She has a fascination with the elves and their culture as you will read, and every word that she writes sings true. In any case, the reader may judge for him or her self.
The fifteenth sun of the seventh moon of my second journey to Middle Earth ~ Rivendell.
Long has it been since I, Shreya Jaidev, daughter of King Amar and Queen Avanti of The Great Kingdom of Imtros have seen the wide plains and high cold mountains of Middle Earth. I have missed it so. Under the influence of my mother, I have begun to keep an account of my experiences. It seems prudent however, to tell the tale of my first visit to Middle Earth before recording the second.
Two hundred and four moons (Seventeen years) have passed since My father, the King received envoys from the Elves of Valinor and was urged to visit Middle Earth. My father was mistrustful of the Elves and indeed, all other races and nations. He felt in his heart that others would try to steal the secret of The Asim, our power, our life source. My father, the King, could not decide what to do. Finally, after several years, he passed the issue to the Senate to be voted upon. The men of the Senate have much greed in their hearts and perhaps in the hopes of finding an even brighter source of power, they consented to send an ambassador to Middle Earth. My father was in a bind yet again. Who to send? Being a thoroughly suspicious King, he could not decide this either.
Eventually he deemed that He himself would go and see this Middle Earth. His company included my mother, myself, his second wife Divya and her daughters, Dipka and Dipiki who were (sixteen and twenty) at the time, his third wife Esha, and the Elven envoy, Elaebrylla of the House of Fëanor. In his stead as king, he left my brother Rama, a man he "trusts in more than the power of The Asim."
With us came many of our best soldiers, sailors and servants to protect us, though we needed it not with the power of The Asim on our weapons and the teachings of the Chanda in our minds.
(She does not state exactly what the Chanda is, but we can assume from these writings that it is a fighting technique with both offensive and defensive purposes.)
But my father insisted. We bore gifts to the Elf kings, their wives, and their children. My father protested this much, but under the influence of my mother he relented. My father is a noble man, but sometimes he is tedious, miserly and talks overmuch.
We spent three moons on the open Ocean, although we could have reached the shores of Middle Earth in a more timely manner if we had traveled straight across The great sea of Belegaer and come to the Ethir Anduin delta, I believe it was, in the great Kingdom of Gondor, but under the council of Elaebrylla, my father proclaimed that this was not a safe road. We traveled by way of the primitive ships of the Elves to the gulf of Lhun and something called the Grey Havens. Forgive me if my memory troubles me, I was merely a child when all this was decided.
What I do not forget however, is how these Grey Havens looked to me as a girl of (eleven.) Such beauty and grace as I had never seen before. Our buildings and palaces are grand but simple in design; these were exquisite. Long, twisting pillars hold up tall and richly carved walls. The designs are so intricate you'd think that the Elven hands had painted them on the walls instead of carving them. The veiw from the pier is a spectacular scene, showing the vastness of the Ocean, our mother. All this I saw with my own eyes.
In the moments when I caught my first glimpse of Middle Earth, all that I knew about the way a world can be, expanded tremendously. It expanded ever more with each step we took. I never imagined such high rocks and mountains, such wide and endless plains, and such deep forests with trees that reached the sky it seemed. Before Middle Earth I only knew the small island nation that I called home. I knew only dense jungle, salty endless sea, and towering white stone. I only knew the dark tan faces, long jet black hair, and turquiose eyes of my own people. The fairness of the Elves was something amazing and beautiful to me. Elaebrylla had been shocking to me, when I first met him, but to see so many of his kind gathered together here was astounding. And when I learned of their immortality, I nearly fainted with awe. So fair, yet so hardy and ancient a people! To think that there was still more to learn and to see was pure ecstasy.
I feel this is enough for one day and I should like to sleep now.