Destiny Means Choosing
(Reposted due to new rules)
By: Shadowwolf of Rivendell
Rating: PG- R eventually
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the things you recognize. Most of the stuff belongs to Tolkein but I was also inspired by a line from the wonderful Scott Stapp of Creed in the prologue. It's starred and is from 'What's this Life For'. Stapp's read 'purpose on your plane' but when I wrote the line I was thinking of him…and Elrond and Legolas and all of the other wonderful men of LOTR. So I'm just a lonely college student with some free time on my hands, so don't sue me for doing something semi-constructive with my time.
Author's note: Words in '' are in Elvish and "" are Common/ Westron ie English. Any telepathic communication is in italics. Pardon any mistakes and let me know your comments at shadowwolfofrivendell@att.net. I have not read anything except The Hobbit and The Fellowship of the Ring. Hopefully I'll get them all for Christmas and be able to write accurate information then. Until that time, I'm just going on what I've read from the net and tweaking (ok scrapping and writing my own endings) the stuff.
Prologue
UFO's , Stonehenge, angels, many wonder if we are alone in this universe. In this one maybe, but there are some that believe in reincarnation, that our souls will continue to be reborn until we know the secret of life; our purpose on this plane.* So what happens in these other lives? Why is it that we are inexplicably drawn to certain subjects, have a 'knack' for certain tasks, or have fantastic works of fiction spontaneously manifest themselves in our minds?
I have discovered that the lines between reality and fantasy aren't blurred; they never existed. What seems to be a dream is merely a glimpse of things forgotten: of events, places, and people of past lifetimes?
Middle Earth is a place quite real for my kin of the past, though for the present, at least the present as it once was before I know the truth, Middle Earth was nothing but a fairy tale. A fairy tale invented by professor JRR Tolkein and continued by his son. Here is a story before the Tolkein tales of Middle Earth and the true ending, not the one written in Tolkein's Appendixes for the masses of both worlds.
It is a rare day in Lothlorien when its Lord can take time to patrol his lands with his guards. It is not a lack of trust of his Guardian that he does this every few years, for he has known the Guardian for centuries having raised him and his brothers after their parents were killed on patrol. It is the need to feel alive again, not just a ceremonial object that rules without knowing the needs of his people and his lands. It is also a chance to practice the skills honed centuries ago as a warrior and re-discover the cacophony of emotions of battle. Yes, even a seasoned warrior feels those emotions. They've simply learned how to control them. It is also a time to discover things once though lost were not.
TBC in Chapter 1. I will try to post one chapter each week.
* Borrowed from Creed.
