A Lonely Soul
The moon had already vanished behind dark clouds
covering the nightly sky.A deep silence veiled the thickets and stifled every noise.
Merely the murmuring of withered leaves was to be heard when suddenly
a cold breeze made the twigs shiver.
The tall elf crouched thoughtfully beneath an ancient tree with his
back leaned against the mighty trunk.
Silvery twilight illuminated his gloomy face framed by long dark hair
that had the shadowy colour of a raven's lustrous plumage.
It seemed as if he was thinking about something painful for some
wrinkles bearing witness to his grief and suffering suddenly appeared
on his pale forehead.
Sometimes his keen-sighted eyes silently watched the velvet sky and
then he sighed despairingly as if the whole firmament pressed heavily
upon his shoulders.
Countless nights he had spent in such loneliness and self-disdain by
now, always wondering what else destiny could offer him except
sorrowful imprisonment under fading and dying stars.
Deciding to hide away from cruel deeds his people had had to suffer
from, the woods of Nan Elmoth had once been his shelter indeed. But
one cold winter's night when hope was nothing but an empty word he
began to despise the way of life he had chosen for himself.
Since then bittersweet longings quite unknown to his petrified heart
tormented his lonely soul.
Often his servants found him walking through the endless woodland's
pillared halls and speaking some odd muttered words to himself: …
Author's note:
This is only one short paragraph of my first chapter. I'm going to
post following paragraphs and chapters soon, but first of all I'd
like to hear your opinion about this piece of work. Do I have to be
ashamed for writing such stuff or am I allowed to be content with
myself?
Reviews are desired:-)
Disclaimer:
All places, landscapes, characters etc. belong to Tolkien. I'm not making money with this.