Disclaimer: as you most likely know, I don't own anything from LOTR... wish I did though. Also, my goal in life is not to make sense, and I realize that I'm probably the only person who's going to understand this until chapter 2.
A lone traveler in a long, black cloak walked slowly towards the village of Bree. She was headed towards the Prancing Pony. Her weary eyes looked up from the road on which they had been fixed. With a sigh of relief at what she saw, she walked on. For all she had done, this had not been touched. Yet. The mysterious traveler had come full circle. She had started in this village, and now she would end the long journey here, in the Prancing Pony.
She wasn't of an ordinary build. Her height could be considered hobbit-like, (and perhaps just a little taller) but the rest of her was obviously elvish, down to the rather large, pointed ears, and the grace with which she moved. There was no creature like her in all of Middle Earth, or anywhere else, for that matter. Her name was Fain.
Although Fain hadn't left the Prancing Pony with much of a purpose, she was coming back with only one intention. To leave Middle Earth. She would've done so, too, if it wasn't for the nasty malfunction in the system which left her stranded. Stranded in a computer program. She realized how stupid that sounded, but that was what it essentially was. This whole virtual reality program had malfunctioned, and so the failsafe was no longer functioning. An oxymoron if I ever heard one. That's why it's called a failsafe. It's not supposed to fail! She thought to herself. In her own mind, she had been over this many times before. Fain stopped in front of the Prancing Pony, where at last, she could end this whole crazy mess she had somehow gotten herself into, and walked inside. As he had once upon a time, the bartender looked down at Fain with curiosity. "Well, young miss, if it's a room you're looking for, I do have one-"
"I don't want a room." Fain said, her voice dripping venom. "I need to see the Programmer. That's all I want. I won't be staying here long enough to take one of your rooms."
"Can't think of anyone by that name, and it's not a common one by that."
Fain's eyes narrowed. She wasn't in the mood to deal with his stupidity. Although she realized that no one would know him by the name of "Programmer." Still... Fain was never known for her patience. She drew her sword. To a normal man, the sword would've been slightly large, but to her it was bordering on enormous. The edge of this giant was wickedly sharp, and it now rested against the bartender's throat. "Listen to me very closely. This man is an elderly type. Long white hair with a beard to match. His eyes are what set him apart from others as old as he. They are a solid black. He has no whites in his eyes, nor any pupils, or irises. No in them at all, and they reflect no light like our eyes do. Do you know who I'm talking about now?"
The bartender nodded slowly. Although this stranger had used many words he had never heard, he knew the eyes of the man she meant, and frankly, he was terrified. Those eyes were unnatural. Fain smiled. At some point, the smile would've actually been sincere. Now it was as unnatural as the old man's eyes. She sheathed her sword.
"Good. Now lead me to him."
Could that be considered a cliffie?? Hmmm... I wonder. I'm not holding out for a certain number of reviews, I just can't type very much on weekdays. Anyone else in school probably understands. Reviews are appreciated, though.