Silencia's Tale
One Ring to Rule them All
One Ring to Find Them
One Ring to Bring Them All
And in the Darkness Bind Them
Cassandra muttered the words over and over as she prepared her young daughter for her journey. Wrapping her in many cloaks and cloths she slipped a silver necklace around the young nine year old's neck. The necklace had one small black stone set in a silver ring that glimmered and glittered in the light. 'The Black Star of the Moon' was it's name and it gave the power of hope in complete darkness. A power that Cassandra hoped would be used now. 'CASSANDRA TAKE HER AND GO! GO NOW!' Her hobbit husband Velbi shouted from a distance.
The Fire was lapping up the people and the hobbit holes, setting them alight from the inside. Cassandra picked up her old bow and arrow given to her by the elves and pressed it into her young daughter's hands. 'You know how to use these,' she reassured her and kissed the brown hair on her head. Picking the small child up in her arms she ran. Ran from the Orcs. Ran from The Fire. Ran from the Nazgul that hunted her innocent daughter.
What they wanted with such a young girl was unknown but they were certain to get her. To trap her in their icy snare like grip and escort her, unscathed, to The Eye of Sauron himself. Suddenly a Ringwraith appeared from the darkness, knocking the young one out of her mother's hands and then killed her Mother by a wound to the heart. He tried to grasp the child in his long bony hands but instead was blinded by a ray of light, radiating out of her necklace. This gave her time to load her bow and arrow, and to jump off the Nazgul's horse before running into the wilderness.
The small Hobbit girl crashed through the bushes, her long brown curly hair flying behind her until she bumped into something or someone. Someone far taller than her. She looked up, a long way up, to see a man with long blonde hair flowing around him. Apart from this was far from a man. He was an elf. His pale milky skin blinded the girl and he knelt down gently. 'Well if it isn't a hobbit, what's your name child?' he asked gently, putting down his bow and arrow. 'Silencia, I don't know the rest of my name, the Nazgul they destroyed my village and all it's inhabitants!' she cried hugging the stranger elf. 'The Nazgul,' he whispered and picked her up quickly. 'We must leave this place! We'll head to Hobbiton, someone there will surely adopt you,' he said in a much louder voice.
They travelled to a White Horse and he swung Silencia on top, then gave her some food and her bow and arrows. Patting the horse it began to gallop and started to sway her to and fro. 'Wait who are you?' she shouted as the horse swept her away. 'LEGOLAS!' he shouted back and then ran off, presumably to join the rest of his kind.
Meanwhile in the fiery stations of Mordor The Voice of Sauron was overcome with rage. 'You fools! SHE WILL RUIN EVERYTHING!' he growled in his famous booming voice. The Ringwraiths jumped in their saddles and the Witch King of Angmar flinched ever so slightly. 'We will let her grow up, then when the time comes destroy her,' he growled quietly.
One Girl in Plain Sight.
One Girl to Triumph.
One Girl with the Gift from the Gods.
That will in the Darkness Find Them.
Silence.
Silencium.
Silencia.
