A young girl sat in a small, abandoned shed in Rohan, light leaking through
the boards and onto her dull blonde hair, which was whisking slightly in
the faint breeze that came from the creaking door. Her rags were torn and
old, and in her hand she held a small doll, straw hair sticking up over the
fluffed body, miniature arms made of old sleeve protruding from the side.
The doll, as well as the girl, was dirty from head to toe.
She smiled as she rocked it from side to side; humming a song she had learned from her beloved brother. It was a soft tune, and was, in fact, written especially for her. Orphan as they were, as long as they had each other, they would be filled with all the love and bliss that Arda could have. She was caught in a moment of tranquility as the aged door screeched open, and she jumped with a start, before turning and having a new light come into her face. A light no fire could make.
"Linif!" she cried happily, jumping from her spot on the dirt floor and running to her brother, whose own radiant hair was full of mud, his features looking as grimy, if not more, than his little sister's. His clothes were, however, more intact than the girl's.
"Ah, dear sister, I said I would come back before dark, did I not?" he said, running his coarse hands through his sibling's locks, as she buried her head in his garments. She looked up, a grin finding its place on her visage.
"Aye." She replied, pulling away from the hug, and looking at her sibling's hair with an amused expression. "What did you do?" she asked, chuckling softly at his appearance.
His face became grim for a second, but he shrugged, not wanting to trouble his sister. "Nothing, Lintae. Just. . . fell. Yes, I fell." he said with a satisfied nod. That would please his infantile sister as a reasonable answer. His thoughts were confirmed when she nodded her head happily, setting the doll on the ground.
She thought for a moment, before jumping up and down eagerly. "Can we go to the stables?" she asked, love for horses shining through as she clutched to his attire again. "Please?"
He smiled kindly, squeezing Lintae's small shoulders softly. "Of course." He picked her up gently as she grinned into his face contently, and like that they walked out of their shack, and headed toward the famous stables of Rohan, and though they were only a few steps away from their home, it seemed as though they could already smell the horses.
The stables came into view, the sounds bringing Lintae out of her state of drowsiness. She looked up, her tresses cascading forth over her face as she nodded in recognition, tugging on Linif's sleeve to get down. Once he lowered her to the ground, she shot off, running as fast as her minute legs would carry her. Her brother laughed, and at once set off after her, chuckling softly.
He caught her by the shoulders, catching her in a soft net of his figure. "Lintae, we must not get in trouble. Now let us enter the stables as good children." he said quietly, but was grinning from ear to ear. Lintae pouted slightly, but nodded. They walked along the horse trodden grass, entering the structure in which they were kept.
Both of them took in the sight before them. Though they frequently visited, it never ceased to amaze them. All the horses, colors mixing into a wonderful design that made Lintae gasp in awe. All muscular, hearty, and simply wonderful. And because of this, the odor was resistible.
The girl immediately ran to a nearby blue gelding, muttering "Hey, boy. I bet you want to go outside. . ." Linif, however, was in a totally different situation. He felt his throat constricting, and was finding it very hard to breathe. He leaned again the wood wall, a pain in his shoulder, and he rubbed it as he took jagged breathes. He began to get dizzy as he saw black clouds form over his eyes.
"Linif?" A voice broke through his pain as he glanced over, using all his willpower to stay awake. He smiled gently as he ruffled her curls. Her look of concern did not falter, however.
"I'm just tired, sister. I'm fine." He did his best not to make his voice waver. She finally nodded, returning her attention to the horses. The boy sighed, not knowing how much longer he could hide his problems. And how much farther would they go?
The sun began to cascade beneath the plains, colors weaving in and out of the grass in an almost heartbreaking scene to the onlooker. The world was becoming evil, and even the least wise could sense it. The red in the sun wasn't reassuring.
The two finally set home, to the undecided future that fate had bestowed upon them. The next part of their life was a fog. Even the next day was as if a rose. The flower or the thorns?
~To be continued~
A/N- Muse booming. Seriously. I'll probably introduce Eomer as a kid later. Now, you must decide, should I make him nice or not? Heh, this is going to be my favorite story ever!
Big plans. ^^'
She smiled as she rocked it from side to side; humming a song she had learned from her beloved brother. It was a soft tune, and was, in fact, written especially for her. Orphan as they were, as long as they had each other, they would be filled with all the love and bliss that Arda could have. She was caught in a moment of tranquility as the aged door screeched open, and she jumped with a start, before turning and having a new light come into her face. A light no fire could make.
"Linif!" she cried happily, jumping from her spot on the dirt floor and running to her brother, whose own radiant hair was full of mud, his features looking as grimy, if not more, than his little sister's. His clothes were, however, more intact than the girl's.
"Ah, dear sister, I said I would come back before dark, did I not?" he said, running his coarse hands through his sibling's locks, as she buried her head in his garments. She looked up, a grin finding its place on her visage.
"Aye." She replied, pulling away from the hug, and looking at her sibling's hair with an amused expression. "What did you do?" she asked, chuckling softly at his appearance.
His face became grim for a second, but he shrugged, not wanting to trouble his sister. "Nothing, Lintae. Just. . . fell. Yes, I fell." he said with a satisfied nod. That would please his infantile sister as a reasonable answer. His thoughts were confirmed when she nodded her head happily, setting the doll on the ground.
She thought for a moment, before jumping up and down eagerly. "Can we go to the stables?" she asked, love for horses shining through as she clutched to his attire again. "Please?"
He smiled kindly, squeezing Lintae's small shoulders softly. "Of course." He picked her up gently as she grinned into his face contently, and like that they walked out of their shack, and headed toward the famous stables of Rohan, and though they were only a few steps away from their home, it seemed as though they could already smell the horses.
The stables came into view, the sounds bringing Lintae out of her state of drowsiness. She looked up, her tresses cascading forth over her face as she nodded in recognition, tugging on Linif's sleeve to get down. Once he lowered her to the ground, she shot off, running as fast as her minute legs would carry her. Her brother laughed, and at once set off after her, chuckling softly.
He caught her by the shoulders, catching her in a soft net of his figure. "Lintae, we must not get in trouble. Now let us enter the stables as good children." he said quietly, but was grinning from ear to ear. Lintae pouted slightly, but nodded. They walked along the horse trodden grass, entering the structure in which they were kept.
Both of them took in the sight before them. Though they frequently visited, it never ceased to amaze them. All the horses, colors mixing into a wonderful design that made Lintae gasp in awe. All muscular, hearty, and simply wonderful. And because of this, the odor was resistible.
The girl immediately ran to a nearby blue gelding, muttering "Hey, boy. I bet you want to go outside. . ." Linif, however, was in a totally different situation. He felt his throat constricting, and was finding it very hard to breathe. He leaned again the wood wall, a pain in his shoulder, and he rubbed it as he took jagged breathes. He began to get dizzy as he saw black clouds form over his eyes.
"Linif?" A voice broke through his pain as he glanced over, using all his willpower to stay awake. He smiled gently as he ruffled her curls. Her look of concern did not falter, however.
"I'm just tired, sister. I'm fine." He did his best not to make his voice waver. She finally nodded, returning her attention to the horses. The boy sighed, not knowing how much longer he could hide his problems. And how much farther would they go?
The sun began to cascade beneath the plains, colors weaving in and out of the grass in an almost heartbreaking scene to the onlooker. The world was becoming evil, and even the least wise could sense it. The red in the sun wasn't reassuring.
The two finally set home, to the undecided future that fate had bestowed upon them. The next part of their life was a fog. Even the next day was as if a rose. The flower or the thorns?
~To be continued~
A/N- Muse booming. Seriously. I'll probably introduce Eomer as a kid later. Now, you must decide, should I make him nice or not? Heh, this is going to be my favorite story ever!
Big plans. ^^'