[Part One]
He should never have left his father and his borther alone.
Isildur rode along a road which was covered with stones. He tried to find a reason why he had left his family in that danger. Well, it had been the wish of his father that his eldest son should leave for Rivendell, where a council was set to decide about the Last Alliance between Elves and Man. Originally it had been the idea of the elves, but elves and man decided to hold a meeting to see if everybody agreed with this idea. Now they all went to Rivendell, and Elendil had commanded his son to represent the race of Man there.
Isildur rose his head and closed his eyes. Elendil was needed in Gondor, he was responsible for the defence of Arnor and Gondor. He trusted his eldest son more than the younger and so Isildur was sent alone. Although the Heir had to suffer from the usual strains and difficulties of such a long journey, he was happy at first.
But after the Nazgûl had appeared and had haunted him, he began to think about Gondor and its future. He came to the conclusion that he should never have left Elendil and his brother. Although he was just a single man, he could have changed the course of history.
He began to ride faster. Although this journey had been very strenous, he didn't allow himself or his horse a break, he feared the Nazgûl and the Great Lidless Eye.
Isildur looked round: He was surrounded by green plains, on the horizon he could see moutains disappearing in the dust. But also here, where the land was peaceful and quiet, he could feel the presence of the Dark Shadow.
Sauron had enlarged his power. Isildur shivered and tried to think of something else. Yet his fear remained in his heart, he felt as if Sauron stood behing him and watched every breath Isildur took.
Isildur tried to concentrate on the road in front of him. Rivendell was not far away, and there he would be save. Mountains appeared on both sides of the road and the air smelled fresh and cold. The road got lost and Isildur saw a small path in front of him.
The Heir stopped and looked behind him. No person stood there, he was alone. Then Isildur road along this path.
After a while he crossed a river and entered the world of the Elves. The trees were golden and everything seemed peacefully.
After the next bend Isildur stopped in surprise:
Elves moved slowly around, a river passed the beautiful houses, leaves of great trees fell to the ground and the air was full of voices. Isildur was sure that he had found Imladris and he rode down to search for Elrond.
[End of Part One]
Just a try, this is only the short beginning of a fanfic. I'm sorry for any grammar mistakes, my native language is German…. If I find the time, I'll continue this fic, yet first please r&r!
He should never have left his father and his borther alone.
Isildur rode along a road which was covered with stones. He tried to find a reason why he had left his family in that danger. Well, it had been the wish of his father that his eldest son should leave for Rivendell, where a council was set to decide about the Last Alliance between Elves and Man. Originally it had been the idea of the elves, but elves and man decided to hold a meeting to see if everybody agreed with this idea. Now they all went to Rivendell, and Elendil had commanded his son to represent the race of Man there.
Isildur rose his head and closed his eyes. Elendil was needed in Gondor, he was responsible for the defence of Arnor and Gondor. He trusted his eldest son more than the younger and so Isildur was sent alone. Although the Heir had to suffer from the usual strains and difficulties of such a long journey, he was happy at first.
But after the Nazgûl had appeared and had haunted him, he began to think about Gondor and its future. He came to the conclusion that he should never have left Elendil and his brother. Although he was just a single man, he could have changed the course of history.
He began to ride faster. Although this journey had been very strenous, he didn't allow himself or his horse a break, he feared the Nazgûl and the Great Lidless Eye.
Isildur looked round: He was surrounded by green plains, on the horizon he could see moutains disappearing in the dust. But also here, where the land was peaceful and quiet, he could feel the presence of the Dark Shadow.
Sauron had enlarged his power. Isildur shivered and tried to think of something else. Yet his fear remained in his heart, he felt as if Sauron stood behing him and watched every breath Isildur took.
Isildur tried to concentrate on the road in front of him. Rivendell was not far away, and there he would be save. Mountains appeared on both sides of the road and the air smelled fresh and cold. The road got lost and Isildur saw a small path in front of him.
The Heir stopped and looked behind him. No person stood there, he was alone. Then Isildur road along this path.
After a while he crossed a river and entered the world of the Elves. The trees were golden and everything seemed peacefully.
After the next bend Isildur stopped in surprise:
Elves moved slowly around, a river passed the beautiful houses, leaves of great trees fell to the ground and the air was full of voices. Isildur was sure that he had found Imladris and he rode down to search for Elrond.
[End of Part One]
Just a try, this is only the short beginning of a fanfic. I'm sorry for any grammar mistakes, my native language is German…. If I find the time, I'll continue this fic, yet first please r&r!