title: Shrouded Eyes of Green
author: Isabel DeVore
rating: pg-13
disclaimer/claimer: I don't own anything that I didn't make up. J.R.R.T. and whatnot owns way over half the stuff I'm writing about but that other little sliver is mine. So take it and die. :-)
e-mail: Stardustpixie01@hotmail.com
other: please read and review. or e-mail me! btw: I changed some things around to fit what I needed/wanted for this story. yes I have read the books, I just choose to rearrange, move, delete, and add to it a bit. :-p
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Prologue
In the glorious days of old there had been four great Elven kingdoms. There was the lovely Rivendell sitting on the side of the cliff above the water so clear, the strangely beautiful Mirkwood with it's dangerous creatures hiding in the deepest corners of the area , the almost holy Kingdom of Lothlorien, and the bordering darkness and eerie mystery of the Moving Forest. The four Kingdoms were great and wondrous as any Elven land could be. Each was rich in culture and magic. But the Moving Forest was the grandest by far of all four.
There were stone statues made of the grand rocks found in the forest that depicted all the creatures on the old lists and were found all around the great forest kingdom. Fountains made of old curving reeds sprouted and sprayed crystalline blue pond water in the most beautiful ways for miles. And the giant gray Sleeping Silver trees bound together to make the palace while the smaller red Futhermoor trees made up the houses and shops of the kingdom. Roads were of yellow rice grass and wild flowers the color of the golden and red hues of the sunset sprinkled the ground. Through out the living kingdom animals that seemed wild to any other race were walking and talking with the Elven inhabitants. Eternal life was great in the forest and the creatures as well as the Elfs saw many a wondrous things. Unlike Rivendell or the Lady of the Wood's kingdom that were hidden away from the world that knew nothing about them or like the lands of the kingdom of Mirkwood that held all sorts of dangerous creatures, the Moving Forest was very different. For the Moving Forest held to it's name, the land was never in the same place twice. Since the beginning of a time that no one remembers the mystifying wood has always roamed from place to place. It's whole entire terrain was alive and moved with the seasons to always stay green taking any and all who reside within it.
But then as the Valas would have it fate dealt the Kingdom of the Moving Forest an ugly hand. The forest moved to the Valley of Shadows bordering the evil lands of Mordor. At first the Elfs and the forest creatures were content with their new area but when the spring and summer had passed, autumn was there, and winter was closing near, still the forest did not move. Only danger could be seen ahead now. With the Moving Forest halted for an unknown reason and winter on it's way the Elf's began to worry more about the ghostly, wicked shadows of Mordor coming closer with every passing day.
Then one night the shadows crept into the forest kingdom with a deadly silence. But the silence didn't last for long and was soon filled with the Elven screams of pain and torment. In a matter of a few days the shadowy darkness had spread through out the whole kingdom consuming every Elf in it's path. Taking them for it's own and mutilating their bodies and killing their immortal souls. Every Elf was now what it feared to ever become, an Orc. Alas, for those few days that the shadow passed through the sun never came up and when the shadow had gone leaving mass turmoil in it's wake the sun came back. But now the woods were far to dark for the rays to enter leaving the Moving Forest in eternal darkness.
When news of what happened to the Moving Forest came to the other three kingdoms the rulers of the lands closed their doors to the once Elven people. With no one to turn to and no where to go the Orcs went back to the Moving Forest to live on. From then on the Orcs of the Moving Forest Kingdom lived in the darkness of their land. Sauron came to them once in the beginning, calling on them to join him. Many did leave to become his minions but some stayed, trying to cling to the memories of the light they once had. But soon the years began to grow and a hundred years and more had gone by. Over the time the understanding for the other Elven kingdom's refusal to help them turned to hatred for all Elfs, and the memories of the light faded into a dream, then a myth, and soon fell out of knowledge completely. And the War of the Ring comes closer to the long forgotten Moving Forest as the winter winds blow through the old kingdom's hallow trees.
to continue or not to continue...that is the question.
author: Isabel DeVore
rating: pg-13
disclaimer/claimer: I don't own anything that I didn't make up. J.R.R.T. and whatnot owns way over half the stuff I'm writing about but that other little sliver is mine. So take it and die. :-)
e-mail: Stardustpixie01@hotmail.com
other: please read and review. or e-mail me! btw: I changed some things around to fit what I needed/wanted for this story. yes I have read the books, I just choose to rearrange, move, delete, and add to it a bit. :-p
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Prologue
In the glorious days of old there had been four great Elven kingdoms. There was the lovely Rivendell sitting on the side of the cliff above the water so clear, the strangely beautiful Mirkwood with it's dangerous creatures hiding in the deepest corners of the area , the almost holy Kingdom of Lothlorien, and the bordering darkness and eerie mystery of the Moving Forest. The four Kingdoms were great and wondrous as any Elven land could be. Each was rich in culture and magic. But the Moving Forest was the grandest by far of all four.
There were stone statues made of the grand rocks found in the forest that depicted all the creatures on the old lists and were found all around the great forest kingdom. Fountains made of old curving reeds sprouted and sprayed crystalline blue pond water in the most beautiful ways for miles. And the giant gray Sleeping Silver trees bound together to make the palace while the smaller red Futhermoor trees made up the houses and shops of the kingdom. Roads were of yellow rice grass and wild flowers the color of the golden and red hues of the sunset sprinkled the ground. Through out the living kingdom animals that seemed wild to any other race were walking and talking with the Elven inhabitants. Eternal life was great in the forest and the creatures as well as the Elfs saw many a wondrous things. Unlike Rivendell or the Lady of the Wood's kingdom that were hidden away from the world that knew nothing about them or like the lands of the kingdom of Mirkwood that held all sorts of dangerous creatures, the Moving Forest was very different. For the Moving Forest held to it's name, the land was never in the same place twice. Since the beginning of a time that no one remembers the mystifying wood has always roamed from place to place. It's whole entire terrain was alive and moved with the seasons to always stay green taking any and all who reside within it.
But then as the Valas would have it fate dealt the Kingdom of the Moving Forest an ugly hand. The forest moved to the Valley of Shadows bordering the evil lands of Mordor. At first the Elfs and the forest creatures were content with their new area but when the spring and summer had passed, autumn was there, and winter was closing near, still the forest did not move. Only danger could be seen ahead now. With the Moving Forest halted for an unknown reason and winter on it's way the Elf's began to worry more about the ghostly, wicked shadows of Mordor coming closer with every passing day.
Then one night the shadows crept into the forest kingdom with a deadly silence. But the silence didn't last for long and was soon filled with the Elven screams of pain and torment. In a matter of a few days the shadowy darkness had spread through out the whole kingdom consuming every Elf in it's path. Taking them for it's own and mutilating their bodies and killing their immortal souls. Every Elf was now what it feared to ever become, an Orc. Alas, for those few days that the shadow passed through the sun never came up and when the shadow had gone leaving mass turmoil in it's wake the sun came back. But now the woods were far to dark for the rays to enter leaving the Moving Forest in eternal darkness.
When news of what happened to the Moving Forest came to the other three kingdoms the rulers of the lands closed their doors to the once Elven people. With no one to turn to and no where to go the Orcs went back to the Moving Forest to live on. From then on the Orcs of the Moving Forest Kingdom lived in the darkness of their land. Sauron came to them once in the beginning, calling on them to join him. Many did leave to become his minions but some stayed, trying to cling to the memories of the light they once had. But soon the years began to grow and a hundred years and more had gone by. Over the time the understanding for the other Elven kingdom's refusal to help them turned to hatred for all Elfs, and the memories of the light faded into a dream, then a myth, and soon fell out of knowledge completely. And the War of the Ring comes closer to the long forgotten Moving Forest as the winter winds blow through the old kingdom's hallow trees.
to continue or not to continue...that is the question.