Note: hopefully, this story is told in a unique perspective, it might have been done before…I wouldn't know. This story will follow her life, living beside her curropted husband, and later he exciled children as they fled the city. Will probably flash into the second war of the ring eventually…I hope you enjoy. Please read and review!
From one of the nurses stations set up all over the field I could watch the dark lord walking slowly towards my husband's father. A chill ran down my spine, as I'm sure one did for everyone, as the source of all middle-earth's current state of disintegration hacked away at our soldiers. There was no hope in sight. For a brief momet I managed to catch Isulder's eyes from all the way across the battlefield and my heart fluttered as I realized what he planned to do should he continue onward. I guess I always knew Isulder was not one to give up, but this seemed as folly would. THERE WAS NO HOPE! That he would rather die than be imprisoned, or enslaved, was patriotic but at the same time, we needed him. His children needed him…I needed him, but as I fell into despair I realized my mind had been drifting and while it had the dark lord had arrived in front of the King. And I gasped as I saw him maimed, realizing along with everyone else that our King would die this night, but not comprehending that Isulder would be King now. I sometimes believe that part never hit me, I sometimes believe this was all just a dream and one day I'll wake-up and things would be as they were before Sauron. I watched as Isulder lay on the ground beside his father and said a silent prayer as I watched Isulder raise his sword. And gasped as the dark lord's finger was cut off. Gasped as I realized that he held the ring no longer…gasped as I finally realized that not only was I now Queen of the mightiest kingdom of man on middle-earth, but that my husband now had with in his grasp the ring of power…