The Birth of Dawn and Twilight
Written By: Shelly LeBlanc
~Author's Note: This is the prologue to the first story to my Light of Dawn and Star of Twilight Trilogy. I will be posting a new chapter every Sunday night or afternoon. I would like to say I have only seen the movies and have not had a chance to read the books. This is an A/U story, so if it doesn't match either the movieverse or the bookverse, I either did it by accident or on purpose. You can point out the mistakes, but I might not change them.~
**Disclaimer - I do not own an of the characters in this story except for Isawien, the Queen of Mirkwood. All characters are copyrighted by J.K.K. Tolkien, and who ever else owns the Lord of the Rings trilogy.**
Prologue
A stunning light shown through the forests of Lorien, making the night seem almost day. It was neither a star nor a fire that lit these woods, but an Elf, a fair Elf by the name of Galadriel, the Lady of Golden Wood. She was the fairest maiden Elf in Middle Earth, the brightest light in the land. Many have compared her to a star; beautiful, but untouchable.
If any eyes had set their gaze upon her that night, they would have wondered what the Lady of Lorien would be doing out of her bedchamber at this hour of night. She was a walker of night, indeed for many have seen her do so. But rarely a few have seen her when the lights of night had completely disappeared and the hour was so late, many would call it too early for the day yet to come.
But if the Lord of Golden Wood were to have awoken at that moment due to the loss of warmth next to his place in bed, he would have known the reason and would not have pursued to follow his wife's night walk. He knew it was the mirror that called her out of her bed at this hour; it was the need to see into it that drove her.
And indeed, would he be right, for Lady Galadriel entered the courtyard that held her gift and burden, the Mirror of Galadriel. Something whispered in the air and in her dreams, telling her to see into the Mirror, to take a glimpse was has yet to come. And look she did, for the White Lady could not ignore its calling, no matter how hard she tried. She poured water upon the surface of the glass and took a deep breathe before gazing down into the liquid.
The Lady of the Golden Wood almost jumped back in surprise. When she heard the voice calling her in the night to look upon the future of the Middle Earth, she had expected to see a horrid sight, for most of her future seeings were just that. But the future she saw looked peaceful, except for the bloodstained lands and wearied earth. But there was no fighting to be seen, for what Galadriel could tell, a war had just ended and peace was returning to the lands. The shadows that were present to this day were gone, and Galadriel knew that the evil behind it was gone, destroyed in the War that would take place. But it wasn't the land or the absent of shadows that caught Galadriel's full attention, it was the two Elves standing side by side, faces lifted up to the sky.
One was a maiden, tall and fair, the perfect image of a Twilight star. Her raven hair matched the night sky and her skin dimmed the appearance of the moon. Her eyes were closed, yet the White Lady knew the eyes would show a light, a star that could help travelers find their way through the dark of night.
The elf standing next to her was lad, equally tall and fair, yet the total opposite in appearance. His hair looked as if it were spun from gold, and while his skin was still pale, it glowed as brightly as the sun. Unlike the maiden, his eyes were open, showing the color of the mighty sky. His orbs showed the depth of them too, despite the youth that showed upon his features. He was young, even for an elf, they both were, yet they held the wisdom of many years of pain and sorrow.
'Light of Dawn and Star of Twilight
For twins of love, a future not bright.'
The gentle words had entered Galadriel's head suddenly. She placed a hand over her heart and backed away from the mirror with a gasp. But the words continued, despite her intrusion on the thought.
'Immortal but for the pain of grief
Or a mortal wound to ones belief
A Ring will come and tear them apart
And one will leave this world a broken heart
Save a Man with Elven tongue
From the evil bell does war rung
A king shall return to the throne of Gondor
And with that the defeat of Mordor.'
The White Lady closed her eyes to the soft whisper, continuing to hold her chest. She started to speak the next words with the voice, for she already knew it by heart.it was a prophesy she had heard long ago, when she first came to Middle Earth. The Prophesy of Dawn and Twilight.
'And at his side is Dawn and Twilight
It is their will that will stop the fight.
One will journey with him in the days
To protect and help him out in many ways,
The other will comfort him through the night
And make all their true love deem right.
And the Immortals will sail to the West
And it is up to Men to know what's best
As long as Dawn and Twilight are strong
The right will undo all of evil's wrong.'
Galadriel opened her eyes as she finished the spoken words of long ago. So this was the voices had wanted her to hear. The shadows that plagued this land grew stronger, another battle between Good and Evil would begin soon. The birth of the twin stars, Dawn and Twilight, has come.
The thought gave her great hope, and great sorrow, for it was a prophesy that was not only known to the Elves. Many old beings were told the tale, and it was almost certain that they had passed it down to their kin. Though most would regard the prophesy as an old fairy tale, made up to put little children to sleep, some would recall it as what it proved to be, a foretelling of the future.
Now Galadriel knew the truth. The War of the Ring was coming.
Written By: Shelly LeBlanc
~Author's Note: This is the prologue to the first story to my Light of Dawn and Star of Twilight Trilogy. I will be posting a new chapter every Sunday night or afternoon. I would like to say I have only seen the movies and have not had a chance to read the books. This is an A/U story, so if it doesn't match either the movieverse or the bookverse, I either did it by accident or on purpose. You can point out the mistakes, but I might not change them.~
**Disclaimer - I do not own an of the characters in this story except for Isawien, the Queen of Mirkwood. All characters are copyrighted by J.K.K. Tolkien, and who ever else owns the Lord of the Rings trilogy.**
Prologue
A stunning light shown through the forests of Lorien, making the night seem almost day. It was neither a star nor a fire that lit these woods, but an Elf, a fair Elf by the name of Galadriel, the Lady of Golden Wood. She was the fairest maiden Elf in Middle Earth, the brightest light in the land. Many have compared her to a star; beautiful, but untouchable.
If any eyes had set their gaze upon her that night, they would have wondered what the Lady of Lorien would be doing out of her bedchamber at this hour of night. She was a walker of night, indeed for many have seen her do so. But rarely a few have seen her when the lights of night had completely disappeared and the hour was so late, many would call it too early for the day yet to come.
But if the Lord of Golden Wood were to have awoken at that moment due to the loss of warmth next to his place in bed, he would have known the reason and would not have pursued to follow his wife's night walk. He knew it was the mirror that called her out of her bed at this hour; it was the need to see into it that drove her.
And indeed, would he be right, for Lady Galadriel entered the courtyard that held her gift and burden, the Mirror of Galadriel. Something whispered in the air and in her dreams, telling her to see into the Mirror, to take a glimpse was has yet to come. And look she did, for the White Lady could not ignore its calling, no matter how hard she tried. She poured water upon the surface of the glass and took a deep breathe before gazing down into the liquid.
The Lady of the Golden Wood almost jumped back in surprise. When she heard the voice calling her in the night to look upon the future of the Middle Earth, she had expected to see a horrid sight, for most of her future seeings were just that. But the future she saw looked peaceful, except for the bloodstained lands and wearied earth. But there was no fighting to be seen, for what Galadriel could tell, a war had just ended and peace was returning to the lands. The shadows that were present to this day were gone, and Galadriel knew that the evil behind it was gone, destroyed in the War that would take place. But it wasn't the land or the absent of shadows that caught Galadriel's full attention, it was the two Elves standing side by side, faces lifted up to the sky.
One was a maiden, tall and fair, the perfect image of a Twilight star. Her raven hair matched the night sky and her skin dimmed the appearance of the moon. Her eyes were closed, yet the White Lady knew the eyes would show a light, a star that could help travelers find their way through the dark of night.
The elf standing next to her was lad, equally tall and fair, yet the total opposite in appearance. His hair looked as if it were spun from gold, and while his skin was still pale, it glowed as brightly as the sun. Unlike the maiden, his eyes were open, showing the color of the mighty sky. His orbs showed the depth of them too, despite the youth that showed upon his features. He was young, even for an elf, they both were, yet they held the wisdom of many years of pain and sorrow.
'Light of Dawn and Star of Twilight
For twins of love, a future not bright.'
The gentle words had entered Galadriel's head suddenly. She placed a hand over her heart and backed away from the mirror with a gasp. But the words continued, despite her intrusion on the thought.
'Immortal but for the pain of grief
Or a mortal wound to ones belief
A Ring will come and tear them apart
And one will leave this world a broken heart
Save a Man with Elven tongue
From the evil bell does war rung
A king shall return to the throne of Gondor
And with that the defeat of Mordor.'
The White Lady closed her eyes to the soft whisper, continuing to hold her chest. She started to speak the next words with the voice, for she already knew it by heart.it was a prophesy she had heard long ago, when she first came to Middle Earth. The Prophesy of Dawn and Twilight.
'And at his side is Dawn and Twilight
It is their will that will stop the fight.
One will journey with him in the days
To protect and help him out in many ways,
The other will comfort him through the night
And make all their true love deem right.
And the Immortals will sail to the West
And it is up to Men to know what's best
As long as Dawn and Twilight are strong
The right will undo all of evil's wrong.'
Galadriel opened her eyes as she finished the spoken words of long ago. So this was the voices had wanted her to hear. The shadows that plagued this land grew stronger, another battle between Good and Evil would begin soon. The birth of the twin stars, Dawn and Twilight, has come.
The thought gave her great hope, and great sorrow, for it was a prophesy that was not only known to the Elves. Many old beings were told the tale, and it was almost certain that they had passed it down to their kin. Though most would regard the prophesy as an old fairy tale, made up to put little children to sleep, some would recall it as what it proved to be, a foretelling of the future.
Now Galadriel knew the truth. The War of the Ring was coming.