Wind Riders

By: Aria Breuer

Disclaimers: I do not own The Silmarillion, The Lord of the Rings and other works on Middle-earth. J.R.R. Tolkien does. All other canon material belongs to their respected owners. All original material belongs to me.

*.*.*

Welcome to the last prequel for this set and series. :)

Six years this series has been running, and now we're down to the final prequel. I'm so happy. :) Okay, so this fanfic is more of an origin story for both the prequels and the main trilogy. It's a lot to take in and key points will be explained throughout this story.

With that said, enjoy. :)

*.*.*

One-Shot:

Prologue

The book of spells held many secrets. One of them was known only to the alchemist who created and wrote down every spell and potion he could muster.

This book meant everything to the right person. If it got into the wrong hands, then doom would spread.

Raulin Clarke wouldn't see that happening. He was young with dark hair and broad shoulders. Even in this time, he had a lot to learn. His master was on his way to finishing this book. The very same book that would take them away from this place. Away into another world or another realm.

"There! It's done!" His master said. He had a silvery beard and grey hair. His voice was like whispers in the wind. "Now, nothing can stop us from entering those realms."

"What did you write down?" Raulin asked his master.

"Patience. One thing at a time." His master said, passing to him the thick, hardbound book. "For you. When you are ready, we shall begin your training."

"Yes master. Merlin." Raulin said, taking the book and opening it.

"What did I say about opening the book in here?!" Merlin shouted, worried.

"You didn't say anything. Just not to open it."

"You opened it! Have you gone mad?" Merlin told him, firmly. "You do not know what secrets you'll find in that book—"

"Really?" Raulin was intrigued. He took a peek at the book and read, "Middle-earth."

The book lit up in a golden-brown light. Raulin was swarmed in the light until it surrounded him completely. Was he about to perish? He didn't know. All he knew was the light wouldn't stop, wouldn't cease. Then all fell still, except for darkness and voices protruding the air. They were singing. Singing. Louder and louder the music grew. Then darker voices came. The light grew dim. Nope. It grew in strength and wonder again.

Would it ever stop? He didn't want it to stop.

He jumped at the sound of Merlin's feet. Really? Did the wizard have to interrupt him, at a time like this?

"You are young, Raulin." Merlin patted his shoulder. "You have much to learn. And yet, here we are. At the beginning of this world. It will grow in time and become something new. But for now, we must return." He touched Raulin's shoulder. The light reverted, surrounding Raulin again until he could see the hut. He froze on the spot. What did he just experience? "Portal jumping. It takes some getting used to."

"I want to go again." Raulin said finally.

Merlin laughed. "You will, Raulin. One day, I guarantee you will."

*.*.*

Thanks for reading. :)