AN: Hi this is my first fan-fic so please be kind criticism is fine and please review…also sorry it's a little descriptive I just wanted to set up the scene clearly more dialogue and interaction in the future hope you enjoy!

The fall and rise of Princess Emeralda Morgoth

Chapter 1: Wedding blues

Laying on her front, her face looking out to where the entrance of the church used to be bruised and unconscious; she lay in the rabble for what seemed like an eternity. However death would have to wait, blinking away the dust that clung to her long lashes Princess Emeralda opened her eyes as the dust cleared she noticed the broken pieces of the church scattered around. The front completely obliterated, the smell of gunpowder and blood suddenly surged up her nose coughing she rose slowly glass from the church window piercing her palms, she winced staggering to her feet. It took her a second to take in the sight, the dead were everywhere she spotted her aunt only through the ring on her hand as it poked out from under a fallen piece of the roof. She looked down at her wedding dress stained with dirt and blood, ripped and dirty. Then she remembered the two most important men in her life.

"fa..fa..father…will.. William " she looked around desperate running forward turning over bodies wincing from the pain in her side , she'd been stabbed but she didn't care. Not finding any sign of either her father or William in the church she run outside into the square and stopped. It was all gone the houses, the shops, and people, all gone where was everyone? what happened? She paced around manically running here and there searching. Nowhere there're nowhere frustrated her arms flew to her head interlocking with long flaming auburn locks pulling trying to yank herself out of this nightmare. Then she remembered again.

"father..father…FATHER!" she ran forward towards ashes of her castle all the guards scattered around slain, as she got closer she saw a figure hanging from the broken frame of the door that led into the castle. Edging nearer her brain processed the image slower than her eyes did so the Princess just stood there staring and then it all fell together and then apart. Trembling she slowly walked forward.

"fa.. ", tears blinded her momentarily as they fell down her pale cheeks. She looked around searching frantically finding a stool she run back to the swinging figure picking up a sword from slain guard, climbing on the stool she swung the sword cutting the rope and as the figure fell to the ground, the thud made her heart stop for a moment. She knelt down beside the frail figure resting her head on his chest and her heart began to sob. Choking her breaths as her cries echoed through the square.

"..wh..whaa..what should I do know father please…please…oh god where's William", sitting up she stared out into the square looking out onto the destruction and emptiness, she felt purely helpless.

Placing her father on a white sheet she dragged him through the town the entrance and exit seeming an infinity away. Finally she was at the edge of what was once her kingdom never looking back she walked forward her wedding dress still trailing behind she pulled his body up a small hill where one solitary willow tree stood, and she buried her father, her hands shaking as she carved his name into the bark.

Here lies King Edmund Morgoth

Beloved Father and Husband

Ruler of Windhelm

Perhaps feeling her sadness the skies opened up and rain drops fell, finally exhausted she lay her head against the willow, tears streamed down her stained cheeks as she faded in and out of consciousness.

As she lay there she heard faint sound of hooves somewhere near unable to stand her eyes fluttered open and few minutes' later footsteps, then only one as her lashes brushed away the raindrops. She made out the figure of a man with golden locks soaked walking to her as he edged closer with her last bit of strength she picked up the sword staggered to her feet pointing the weapon at his stomach she received a look of bemused surprise.

"who ..who are you an enemy or a a..a friend" she managed to stammer. The stranger leaned back stroking his wet blonde locks out of his face revealing green emerald eyes, he smiled but said nothing.

"I demand you tell me", the Princess felt her energy depleting, the stranger seemed to be contemplating his answer.

"It depends whose asking" he leaned forward the tip of the sword touching the cloth of his shirt. The princess looked confused.

"I am Princess Emeralda Morgoth of the kingdom of Windhelm …and I demand you tell me who you are", her hands started to shake as her energy almost completely failed. The stranger stretched his hand out to her.

"Princess Emeralda what am I going to do with a princess…" she looked confused.

"your name" she insisted.

"Theod…" ,The sword fell from her hand her strengthen failing as her knees buckled she fell forward , and was caught in a strange embrace her head resting on the shoulder of a stranger, maybe a friend.

"…oric Lineback" he finished as he held the fallen princess.