Hello everyone! This is my first serious fic, and I hope people will like
it!
Disclaimer: I OWN ALL! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA! *coughs* Anywho on with the story.... oh wait, Saruman has come back, even though he died but that will be explained later. Ok? Ok,
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The sun rose and there was the smell of morning spring still clinging to winter's chill. A large boat, with pearly white sails and white-gold portholes, could be seen drifting out the bay of Belfalas, laden with many passengers headed to the undying lands of Valinor. The ship floated gently on the bosom of the glistening water and began heading north. A darkened figure could be seen at the front of the ship. It was stooping, hooded and cloaked. At closer quarters, many may have seen an old face with a gentle smile. So calm and filled with benevolence.
The voyage out of Middle-earth was long. There were women, and children.
Eventually the sun began to set, casting a blood red glow over the calm, black water and the first few stars of night, that were beyond mortal sight, pin-pricked the darkening sky. Anias was harboured under the vale of Valinor; a great forest, old as time itself, whose leaves hung over the shore acting a shaggy curtain or vale. Thus: The vale of Valinor.
The stooping figure descended the large and magnificent ship and set off, striding silently eastward........
***
The rain danced like tiny fairies and settled on the dark leaves in the fair land, men once called Vathilien. A slim, female figure could be seen weaving in and out of trees, leading a wondrous black horse. The female was evidently an Elf. There was no mistaking those pointed ears. She had a light brown-red hair, long and wavy and her eyes, her eyes were of a hazel, flecked with green. She wore a trailing black dress, rimmed with silver and she sang a tale of old;
" Gil-galad was an elven king, Of him the harpers' sadly sing, The last who's realm was fair and free, Between the mountains and the sea......"
"His sword was long, his lance was keen, His shining helm afar was seen, The countless stars in heavens field, Were mirrored in his silver shield......."
"But long ago, he rode away, And where he dweleth, none can say, For into darkness fell his star, In Mordor where the shadow's are......."
Naturally, the people of Valinor would not sing of the affairs of middle Earth but this elf longed for the battle and excite of it all. She then turned to the horse and sighed,
"We ought to have been there, Eothain. The battle of Middle Earth. We will go there one day, I promise you that; One day we will go to Middle Earth. We have lingered here, in Valinor too long." Eothain was a very Rohirrihic name, again Middle Earth. She stroked the horse fondly, then carried on her path, when suddenly, out of the dark, loomed a hand, grimy and blood- stained. It closed tightly around her neck, another her wrist, pulling her into the shadows.
" 'Ello, love! What's a girl like you doing out at this time?" The Elf turned and gazed in horror and disgust at the creature holding her. It's grip tightened; "Go on, scream! 'Cause nothing's gonna save you now!" The Elf kept her head high, averting her eyes from this thing clutching her and replied,
"You may be right, sir. Save......" her thin hand slid slowly down to her waist and grasped a sword hilt. "Save only.....Myself." The creature laughed. It was a cold laugh full of malice.
"A respectable statement!" At this point, she pulled the sword sharply upwards and drew it twice over the Orc's neck. It let out a deafening cry, that sent ravens wheeling upwards from trees and the orc fell, bloody, to the ground. There was a rustling in the bushes and more orcs appeared, carrying knives and flaming torches. The Elf held her sword up high, and twirled it around her head and brought it swinging down. She was wonderful at wielding. "Stay back!"
"Well, well. Look at this.......Bind her. Take her to the Hide!" Cried the evident leader. The she elf's eyes grew wide. There was no winning battle for her here, yet she tried; Slashing out with her sword, that was so stolen off her.
"Nay! You must let me go! Let me be...Eothain! Eotha- ........" She screamed, then was cut short........
***
The Lord Aragorn sat high in his throne, with the Lady Arwen on his left.
"Five months my Lord, five months until your heir is born..... Yet we hear evil is stirring in the east. Wither will you do?" Aragorn smiled at his wife and replied, soothingly,
"Arwen, my wife, do not let this news be trouble to your ears. A band of my men have left the hall with my leave and are scouting eastward, scouring the land once owned by the dark lord. They say all is free once again, like it was.........back when the world was new."
***
"Tell me your name, Elf." This voice was soothing to Sairwyn, yet she did not reply. "Speak Lady." Sairwyn opened her eyes and looked at the figure in front of her. He was bent over, and looked old. He had a gentle face and gazed intently upon her. Long white hair and a grey beard covered most of his benevolent countenance.
"I am Sairwyn, shield maiden of the North."
"What business do you have here?"
Sairwyn did not answer promptly, but asked:
"Who are you?"
" I, lady, am probably one not wanted here in Valinor. My name is Curunir or otherwise Sharky." Sairwyn woke from her doze and everything came rushing back to her; the capture. And the orcs. She looked at herself. Her elven dress and cloak had gone. Also her sword and belt. She had been stripped of all her belongings and was clothed in a brown rag, that scratched and bit painfully at her skin. She returned her eyes to the old man, or Curunir and confronted him;
"Where are my belongings, Sir?"
"Somewhere you can't reach them." He replied in a more mocking voice.
"Very well. Then pray, tell me, where is Eothain, my horse?"
"Well, lady, my orcs and spies are hungry and have not eaten for a very long time." Curunir sneered.
"No. No. You wouldn't." Sairwyn's mouth went dry. She felt as if she were falling. Angry tears welled up in her eyes and she could not hold them back. "Why? What do you want from me?" Curunir laughed, no longer gentle and soothing but cold and dark.
"Sairwyn. You have wandered freely into the land where my strong hold is set to be. Therefore, I cannot let you go until I find you are not a threat to me or my growing orc hosts......." Sharky pulled her up and led her to a door. He slowly opened it and pushed her out into a dark, stone corridor. "You should be grateful, Elf, that I am even keeping your life! Your room, she Elf is the first in the west wing..." And with that the door was slammed.
"My room............?" Sairwyn whispered, scrambling to her feet and staring around. She looked round and started aimlessly wandering down cold corridors to warm herself up. Eventually, Sairwyn saw a scratchy old sign that read; West wing. "West wing.......... first room." Her cold hand reached to the door handle, shaped in a skull, and turned it.
If it was possible, this room was colder than the corridor outside. There was a small basin in the corner with a stone gargoyle above, who spouted water from its lips and in the other corner was a wooden bed, with one small, torn and dirty sheet. There were no windows. Sairwyn sighed and curled up on the bed. More tears spilled down her pale cheeks, and on to the hard wood beneath her.................... What good would come of this?
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Soooo, what did you think? Please no flames, they slay me. But review comments and suggestions. Thanx! Princess Plankton
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Disclaimer: I OWN ALL! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA! *coughs* Anywho on with the story.... oh wait, Saruman has come back, even though he died but that will be explained later. Ok? Ok,
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The sun rose and there was the smell of morning spring still clinging to winter's chill. A large boat, with pearly white sails and white-gold portholes, could be seen drifting out the bay of Belfalas, laden with many passengers headed to the undying lands of Valinor. The ship floated gently on the bosom of the glistening water and began heading north. A darkened figure could be seen at the front of the ship. It was stooping, hooded and cloaked. At closer quarters, many may have seen an old face with a gentle smile. So calm and filled with benevolence.
The voyage out of Middle-earth was long. There were women, and children.
Eventually the sun began to set, casting a blood red glow over the calm, black water and the first few stars of night, that were beyond mortal sight, pin-pricked the darkening sky. Anias was harboured under the vale of Valinor; a great forest, old as time itself, whose leaves hung over the shore acting a shaggy curtain or vale. Thus: The vale of Valinor.
The stooping figure descended the large and magnificent ship and set off, striding silently eastward........
***
The rain danced like tiny fairies and settled on the dark leaves in the fair land, men once called Vathilien. A slim, female figure could be seen weaving in and out of trees, leading a wondrous black horse. The female was evidently an Elf. There was no mistaking those pointed ears. She had a light brown-red hair, long and wavy and her eyes, her eyes were of a hazel, flecked with green. She wore a trailing black dress, rimmed with silver and she sang a tale of old;
" Gil-galad was an elven king, Of him the harpers' sadly sing, The last who's realm was fair and free, Between the mountains and the sea......"
"His sword was long, his lance was keen, His shining helm afar was seen, The countless stars in heavens field, Were mirrored in his silver shield......."
"But long ago, he rode away, And where he dweleth, none can say, For into darkness fell his star, In Mordor where the shadow's are......."
Naturally, the people of Valinor would not sing of the affairs of middle Earth but this elf longed for the battle and excite of it all. She then turned to the horse and sighed,
"We ought to have been there, Eothain. The battle of Middle Earth. We will go there one day, I promise you that; One day we will go to Middle Earth. We have lingered here, in Valinor too long." Eothain was a very Rohirrihic name, again Middle Earth. She stroked the horse fondly, then carried on her path, when suddenly, out of the dark, loomed a hand, grimy and blood- stained. It closed tightly around her neck, another her wrist, pulling her into the shadows.
" 'Ello, love! What's a girl like you doing out at this time?" The Elf turned and gazed in horror and disgust at the creature holding her. It's grip tightened; "Go on, scream! 'Cause nothing's gonna save you now!" The Elf kept her head high, averting her eyes from this thing clutching her and replied,
"You may be right, sir. Save......" her thin hand slid slowly down to her waist and grasped a sword hilt. "Save only.....Myself." The creature laughed. It was a cold laugh full of malice.
"A respectable statement!" At this point, she pulled the sword sharply upwards and drew it twice over the Orc's neck. It let out a deafening cry, that sent ravens wheeling upwards from trees and the orc fell, bloody, to the ground. There was a rustling in the bushes and more orcs appeared, carrying knives and flaming torches. The Elf held her sword up high, and twirled it around her head and brought it swinging down. She was wonderful at wielding. "Stay back!"
"Well, well. Look at this.......Bind her. Take her to the Hide!" Cried the evident leader. The she elf's eyes grew wide. There was no winning battle for her here, yet she tried; Slashing out with her sword, that was so stolen off her.
"Nay! You must let me go! Let me be...Eothain! Eotha- ........" She screamed, then was cut short........
***
The Lord Aragorn sat high in his throne, with the Lady Arwen on his left.
"Five months my Lord, five months until your heir is born..... Yet we hear evil is stirring in the east. Wither will you do?" Aragorn smiled at his wife and replied, soothingly,
"Arwen, my wife, do not let this news be trouble to your ears. A band of my men have left the hall with my leave and are scouting eastward, scouring the land once owned by the dark lord. They say all is free once again, like it was.........back when the world was new."
***
"Tell me your name, Elf." This voice was soothing to Sairwyn, yet she did not reply. "Speak Lady." Sairwyn opened her eyes and looked at the figure in front of her. He was bent over, and looked old. He had a gentle face and gazed intently upon her. Long white hair and a grey beard covered most of his benevolent countenance.
"I am Sairwyn, shield maiden of the North."
"What business do you have here?"
Sairwyn did not answer promptly, but asked:
"Who are you?"
" I, lady, am probably one not wanted here in Valinor. My name is Curunir or otherwise Sharky." Sairwyn woke from her doze and everything came rushing back to her; the capture. And the orcs. She looked at herself. Her elven dress and cloak had gone. Also her sword and belt. She had been stripped of all her belongings and was clothed in a brown rag, that scratched and bit painfully at her skin. She returned her eyes to the old man, or Curunir and confronted him;
"Where are my belongings, Sir?"
"Somewhere you can't reach them." He replied in a more mocking voice.
"Very well. Then pray, tell me, where is Eothain, my horse?"
"Well, lady, my orcs and spies are hungry and have not eaten for a very long time." Curunir sneered.
"No. No. You wouldn't." Sairwyn's mouth went dry. She felt as if she were falling. Angry tears welled up in her eyes and she could not hold them back. "Why? What do you want from me?" Curunir laughed, no longer gentle and soothing but cold and dark.
"Sairwyn. You have wandered freely into the land where my strong hold is set to be. Therefore, I cannot let you go until I find you are not a threat to me or my growing orc hosts......." Sharky pulled her up and led her to a door. He slowly opened it and pushed her out into a dark, stone corridor. "You should be grateful, Elf, that I am even keeping your life! Your room, she Elf is the first in the west wing..." And with that the door was slammed.
"My room............?" Sairwyn whispered, scrambling to her feet and staring around. She looked round and started aimlessly wandering down cold corridors to warm herself up. Eventually, Sairwyn saw a scratchy old sign that read; West wing. "West wing.......... first room." Her cold hand reached to the door handle, shaped in a skull, and turned it.
If it was possible, this room was colder than the corridor outside. There was a small basin in the corner with a stone gargoyle above, who spouted water from its lips and in the other corner was a wooden bed, with one small, torn and dirty sheet. There were no windows. Sairwyn sighed and curled up on the bed. More tears spilled down her pale cheeks, and on to the hard wood beneath her.................... What good would come of this?
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Soooo, what did you think? Please no flames, they slay me. But review comments and suggestions. Thanx! Princess Plankton
-x-