Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I don't own any Lord of the Rings characters,
except for Remington, Adelnen Rochirield, Nethmeldis, and Thaithien.
Before you read, I should explain that this story flashes back a lot, so watch out for that. Also, Adelnen Rochirield has some meaning to her name, Adelnen means Behind Water in Sindarin. Adelnen was born in a cave behind a waterfall. Rochirield means Horse Master Daughter. You'll learn about that when the story continues. Thaithien I got from a name translator. I know those are random, but when I typed in "friend" and it came out Thaithien... I thought it was so pretty that I would use it. I'm not even sure what language it is supposed to belong to. Friend in elvish is mellon, meldis, and meldir. Not Thaithien. Nethmeldis means Young Friend in Sindarin.
This takes place in the third age during the Last Alliance of Elves and Men. This is roughly 5,000 years before the Fellowship of the Ring was created.
I am floating. I feel weightless. Nothing touches me; there is no gravity, no pressure. Emptiness.
There is no light, no shades, no shadow. Just darkness, emptiness. I feel like I was born yesterday, my muscles do not ache and my skin is smooth without scars or blemishes. My mind is cooled and mellow, and my ears rest with the silence.
A brilliant, irritating light pierces through the darkness. I am blinded- my eyes water with the whiteness. It feels like I was dropped from a cliff, and as if I have been laying here for 200 years. My mind screams and the rush of sound drills into my ears and rattles my brain.
Black, white, black, white. I cannot see, my eyes hurt.
My ears control the noise that continues to split my head and it sounds like distress, and anger.
Please, let me pass out again. I don't want to live. Too much pain. Let me pass out-
-pain, I am bleeding. Let me die. Let me sleep.
My lungs scream when I try to take in air. My head spins and I feel upside down, then right side up, then upside down. My stomach collapses and my throat burns as I loose all the contents my stomach held.
I feel a sound near me discord and change pattern, and it draws near. My hands are lifted hastily and harshly, and my body begins to move- dragging across the earth. Stones turn under my body and bite angrily into my skin, tearing it- bleeding it.
Oh Valar- stop this. Help me, help me-
My lungs collapse and my throat closes, and I gasp for air. It hurts when my stomach lurches- trying to take in air, hot air that doesn't move. Pressure closes around my lungs and I continue to lurch harder- struggling for one wisp of air- of oxygen.
I feel life draining, as if someone poked a hole and it drains from me. For one fleeting moment it is brilliantly white and hot- I am on fire- my lungs, my head- burning, burning. Bleeding. The stones roll under me, and in a world of blinding pain one simple stone bites hardest into my back, and I last remember that stone and that pain before all goes black again.
Before you read, I should explain that this story flashes back a lot, so watch out for that. Also, Adelnen Rochirield has some meaning to her name, Adelnen means Behind Water in Sindarin. Adelnen was born in a cave behind a waterfall. Rochirield means Horse Master Daughter. You'll learn about that when the story continues. Thaithien I got from a name translator. I know those are random, but when I typed in "friend" and it came out Thaithien... I thought it was so pretty that I would use it. I'm not even sure what language it is supposed to belong to. Friend in elvish is mellon, meldis, and meldir. Not Thaithien. Nethmeldis means Young Friend in Sindarin.
This takes place in the third age during the Last Alliance of Elves and Men. This is roughly 5,000 years before the Fellowship of the Ring was created.
I am floating. I feel weightless. Nothing touches me; there is no gravity, no pressure. Emptiness.
There is no light, no shades, no shadow. Just darkness, emptiness. I feel like I was born yesterday, my muscles do not ache and my skin is smooth without scars or blemishes. My mind is cooled and mellow, and my ears rest with the silence.
A brilliant, irritating light pierces through the darkness. I am blinded- my eyes water with the whiteness. It feels like I was dropped from a cliff, and as if I have been laying here for 200 years. My mind screams and the rush of sound drills into my ears and rattles my brain.
Black, white, black, white. I cannot see, my eyes hurt.
My ears control the noise that continues to split my head and it sounds like distress, and anger.
Please, let me pass out again. I don't want to live. Too much pain. Let me pass out-
-pain, I am bleeding. Let me die. Let me sleep.
My lungs scream when I try to take in air. My head spins and I feel upside down, then right side up, then upside down. My stomach collapses and my throat burns as I loose all the contents my stomach held.
I feel a sound near me discord and change pattern, and it draws near. My hands are lifted hastily and harshly, and my body begins to move- dragging across the earth. Stones turn under my body and bite angrily into my skin, tearing it- bleeding it.
Oh Valar- stop this. Help me, help me-
My lungs collapse and my throat closes, and I gasp for air. It hurts when my stomach lurches- trying to take in air, hot air that doesn't move. Pressure closes around my lungs and I continue to lurch harder- struggling for one wisp of air- of oxygen.
I feel life draining, as if someone poked a hole and it drains from me. For one fleeting moment it is brilliantly white and hot- I am on fire- my lungs, my head- burning, burning. Bleeding. The stones roll under me, and in a world of blinding pain one simple stone bites hardest into my back, and I last remember that stone and that pain before all goes black again.