The Hunt For Gollum

Prologue

The mountains in the horizon were smothered in a deep fog. The subtle clip-clop of an elven horse's hooves was the only audible sound carried over the silence of the wind. An occasional rustle of branches or snapping of a twig would cause the she-elf's back to stiffen. For she knew of the evil that stalked through Middle Earth; a relentless, restless shadow. Her mind was heavy with an itch that couldn't be scratched. So many questions ran through her mind as yound yet wise as she was. To an outsider's perspective she appeared to be merely a teenager, although she was just reaching the ripe age of 117. Even though there are elves that have lived through many more ages, her heart and minder were ageless. Her knowledge was greater than that of a high king of any race, she may even know too much. Eomyth Elendil, daughter of the wood, is what she is called. She belongs to that of the Mirkwood Forest and watches greatly over the Woodland Realm. She spent mant nights and many meals in the house of Lord Thranduil. A father he then became of the fatherless girl. Legolas Greenleaf became as of a brother to her and was held dear to her heart. Although she was not of true Greenleaf descent, her looks were very decieving. Long light blonde hair laced with she-warrior braids cascading down her back. A clear glowing complextion, along with elvish pointy ears. Her body was lean and thin, yet generously muscular. She rode a white steed that was faster than the wind could blow. To children, she was an enjoyable bed time tale of epic greatness and pure heart.

This morning, at the crack of dawn, is when she rode out. She made for the refuge of Bree. Light water droplets of mist scattered her face as she rode west. She meant to meet with a very dear friend of many years, a great wizard known as Gandalf the Grey.

The road was long, the road was tiring. So a great rush of relief came upon her when her elven eyes could see the gate to Bree off in the distance. Her appearance was of grave importance for what was about to take place would spark the beginning of a new age. A journey would happen so tremendous that the future of all Middle Earth would depend on it.