A new look on LOTR for some people, for some it is there first life, for some torn painfully and prematurely from there lives, it's an after life. This is the trle of a five year old girl.
Disclaimer I don't own Tolkien's work.
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"Cinderella, dressed in mella, went up stairs to kiss a fella. In stead she kissed a snake how many times did she get bit? One, two, three..." Some kits sang, double dutching on a low income street.
A blue eyed brown hair five year old girl named, Angelica Grace Kit, laughed as she skipped the ropes skillfully. Little she did she know of the danger that brewed around her. Her and her friends giggle, picking up the pace of the game. Till at the count of thirteen, Angelica trips, her foot tangling in the rope.
At the same moment shots rang out. Angelica's friends scream, scattering in hopes of making it to safety. Not till they were safe did they know they left their friend behind.
"Angi!" One of her friend called out rushing to her friend's side again.
Weakly Angelica looks up at her friend, a young African American, tears streamed down her face. Angelica gasps, arching her body now racked with pain. She had no time to run, no time to seek cover. Now her world was fading, her friends cries no longer herd.
"Sorry." Angelica whispers, unsure if her words were herd.
The world goes black, as Angelica Grace Kit died on a lonely street. Curious bystanders coming out to see the new death on the block.
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Pain that was the last thing she remembered. A young girl sat up abruptly in a forest with a scream. Fearfully she looked around, this wasn't right, this wasn't wear she was. She screamed again louder then before, but this time she cried for her mother.
A rustle from the bushes stifled her screams, though tears still ran down her face. A blonde haired man steps out looking at her curiously, wondering what a human child was doing here. The child hiccuped, backing away, never before had she seen a human with pointed ears.
"Shh, it's okay child, my name is Haldir."
Haldir kneels by the crying child, which was unclothed. Not wise in a world like this. Taking off his cloak he handed it to her. A wailing noise filled his ears making him back off.
"Quainegul." Haldir shudders.
The child shuttered, she did not hear the wail that Haldir heard. Instead she heard her name called. Again it called to her.
"Angelica Grace Kit you are no more, welcome to your after life. It will be okay-"
The Quainegul was interrupted by an attack by Haldir, that was more of a warning. The elf knew not of her words to the child.
'Unless you wish to raise the child,' It wailed in elvish. 'Don't stop me. For her, this is her after life... Do you wish to raise her?'
Haldir didn't know what to say, before now he didn't know what Quainegul's could talk. They were a breed of gul's, or wraiths as humans called them. Dare he raise the unknown child?
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Okay I'm going to leave that decision up to these reviewers. Should Haldir accept, or should he leave her go.
Disclaimer I don't own Tolkien's work.
_
"Cinderella, dressed in mella, went up stairs to kiss a fella. In stead she kissed a snake how many times did she get bit? One, two, three..." Some kits sang, double dutching on a low income street.
A blue eyed brown hair five year old girl named, Angelica Grace Kit, laughed as she skipped the ropes skillfully. Little she did she know of the danger that brewed around her. Her and her friends giggle, picking up the pace of the game. Till at the count of thirteen, Angelica trips, her foot tangling in the rope.
At the same moment shots rang out. Angelica's friends scream, scattering in hopes of making it to safety. Not till they were safe did they know they left their friend behind.
"Angi!" One of her friend called out rushing to her friend's side again.
Weakly Angelica looks up at her friend, a young African American, tears streamed down her face. Angelica gasps, arching her body now racked with pain. She had no time to run, no time to seek cover. Now her world was fading, her friends cries no longer herd.
"Sorry." Angelica whispers, unsure if her words were herd.
The world goes black, as Angelica Grace Kit died on a lonely street. Curious bystanders coming out to see the new death on the block.
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Pain that was the last thing she remembered. A young girl sat up abruptly in a forest with a scream. Fearfully she looked around, this wasn't right, this wasn't wear she was. She screamed again louder then before, but this time she cried for her mother.
A rustle from the bushes stifled her screams, though tears still ran down her face. A blonde haired man steps out looking at her curiously, wondering what a human child was doing here. The child hiccuped, backing away, never before had she seen a human with pointed ears.
"Shh, it's okay child, my name is Haldir."
Haldir kneels by the crying child, which was unclothed. Not wise in a world like this. Taking off his cloak he handed it to her. A wailing noise filled his ears making him back off.
"Quainegul." Haldir shudders.
The child shuttered, she did not hear the wail that Haldir heard. Instead she heard her name called. Again it called to her.
"Angelica Grace Kit you are no more, welcome to your after life. It will be okay-"
The Quainegul was interrupted by an attack by Haldir, that was more of a warning. The elf knew not of her words to the child.
'Unless you wish to raise the child,' It wailed in elvish. 'Don't stop me. For her, this is her after life... Do you wish to raise her?'
Haldir didn't know what to say, before now he didn't know what Quainegul's could talk. They were a breed of gul's, or wraiths as humans called them. Dare he raise the unknown child?
~@~
Okay I'm going to leave that decision up to these reviewers. Should Haldir accept, or should he leave her go.