Disclaimer: Ok, since it is the first ( ! ) time I'm doing this, I'm gonna do it right (only 'cause it is the 1st time! So don't get used to it).

None of the characters, places, creatures or plot is mine, except for the ones you do not yet know. I'm not making any gain out of this so please DO NOT SUE. I'm only borrowing them from the great master Tolkien. (ufff it's done!)

Author's Note: Here it is! A revised version of the story. A know it was not finished yet (far from it actually…) but there were some things that I felt had to be changed. I re-wrote some parts of it to try and make it richer and more descriptive. I also changed some of the plot's details so that now the story makes more sense and flows better (at least for me). I also tried to give my OC a bit more depth and tried to make her more believable.

Anyway… here you have it!

Do what you will, just let me know what you think of it, even if you think it sucks!

Hope you like it. And here goes nothing!... AGAIN

Chapter One

The day dawned heavily. Too heavily even for that time of the year. It was almost as if the sun had forgotten to rise that morning. The sky was a dark shade of grey and a chilling breeze whistled through the trees foliage. Nature was restless as if a mighty storm was growing and waiting, just at the brink of unleashing its fury. A shadow was spreading hastily from the East engulfing everything at its passage.

The wind grew and opened the window and played with the thin curtains which blew furiously through the cosy room.

The few and pale light that entered the room awoke her making her stretch through the clean and white sheets. Valar, was it morning already! Hadn't she just laid down to get some sleep? She looked out the window and a frown appeared on her face as her eyes met the harsh weather outside. The land screamed anxiety and evil could be smelled in the air if one was looking for the sings, but in her drowsy state, she failed to notice the tension that could almost be cut by a blade.

She mechanically rose, trying hard to miss the few furniture adorning the room. Despite her efforts she hit her foot on a chair and swore at the pain climbing up her leg. Shaking her head she walked towards the bathroom hardly feeling her bare feet touching the cold and hard floor of the narrow corridor.

The cold water splashing her face hit her hard, awakening her entire being. Drops of water fell from her face wetting her night tunic.

Slowly, she raised her head to face her own reflection. Green eyes looked back at her from the other side of the surface and she sighed trying not to notice the emptiness in her green orbs. One could easily tell the amount of emotion that could be pouring through them. Not this time though! It was the lack of emotion that caught her attention. It was like they were practically empty that moment. Still, she gaped at her own reflection confused: it was her image, but at the same time, it was as if she wasn't there at all. She breathed deeply and shook her head, trying to pull herself away from all the thoughts swarming her mind. But her mind had a will of its own and resisted giving up the little fight it had started. Another day had passed and a new one was she about to face. 'For how long will you drag yourself like this?' Her mind asked her and she just shrugged and turned away from the mirror and her reflection.

She made up her mind as she was heading back to her room 'There's nothing like a good jog in the forest to relax!', and so she picked her high legged leather boots and she dressed her tight black trousers, a thin purple tunic and a black leather bodice over it.

While tying her bodice she walked over to the window. Her house was on the outskirts of a small village by a small grassy slope. Even though usually filled with colours and life today it looked dead. No birds singing and not even one child's laugh. Something was not right, and somehow she sensed it.

With a sigh she tied her hair up and made her way down stairs and outside.