Ok here it is…an angst. Well, it will be. I haven't actually gotten to the angsty stuff yet. But I will, and it'll be great, you'll see. Oh, and Sabrina, I don't care what you say, this ain't a mary-sue! To you, all romances are mary-sue. Ok. So yeah. Here it is, read and review, don't own, don't sue! (haha, that rhymed!)

Prologue

Say you had the chance to meet someone with whom you could have the most satisfying love imaginable-like a fairy tale, perfect and pure and passionate- but you knew that in a short time this person would die a tragic death. Knowing the pain that would follow, would you still want to meet that person and fall in love? Think hard before you answer, for the choices you make can haunt you for the rest of your life. I did not ask for the gift of prophecy. To see the future is a rare gift that only the Valar can give.

But it is no gift for me. For me, it is an affliction, a horrible stigmatic torment. It is my curse.

My father was a noble man of Rohan. He commanded it's great armies, and was a valiant warrior who fought many battles. My mother was not of the race of men, but an elf. Her father was a chief advisor to Lord Elrond of Imladris, and was part of the Last Alliance. Long before I was born, my mother met my father when he came to take refuge in the calm borders of Rivendell, to reflect upon his life thus far, and make plans to settle and take a wife. What else is to be said of that, but that they met by chance and fell deeply in love, and my mother forsook her immortality, traveling to Rohan with my father where they married and started a life together. My parents wanted desperately to have sons to carry on the family's legacy, but it was not to be. They were given only my sister and me, and my mother never conceived again. Though my sister and I were twins, we showed early on to be quite different from each other. Talian wanted nothing more than to be a Lady, receiving schooling in the most necessary subjects, such as etiquette, and spending the rest of her time learning the role of a noble woman. I received lessons in etiquette as well, for I was, after all, a girl, but I more than happily took on the role of son to my father. He taught me how to wield a sword, and hand to hand combat. I was schooled in philosophy and science, and was taught to ride. But perhaps the most important and useful skill he introduced me to was archery. He never rightly taught me how to master the bow, for he was no great archer himself, but he showed me the basics. For some years I spent any free time I had in the gardens, honing my skill and becoming arguably equally as talented as the great elven archers of Mirkwood.

Even though Talian and I had different interests, we did not envy each other. She was my best friend, and our childhood was filled with many happy times. But the joy was not to last. A year before my sister's and my coming of age, my father was called upon to protect the borders of Rohan from sudden orc attacks. The Orcs were many and fierce, and we barely saw our father in that time, for he was forever with the great riders, scouting the borders for ant of the nasty creatures. One night, as I lay in my bed waiting for sleep to come, I had a vision of a great battle, thousands of orcs advancing upon the armies of Rohan. The carnage and violence was more terrifying than a nightmare. It was My first vision, a premonition of the horrors yet to come.