The Forgotten Child
Summary: Middle Earth was no longer her world; it was theirs. They had taken it by force – with violence and hatred – and she was going to take it back. She would protect what was left of the lingering beauty that still fought through the darkness. This is a story of love, war, courage, and perseverance. Eomer/OC.
Disclaimer: I own ONLY my original characters and their individual storylines. JRR Tolkein was a genius and through his beautiful mind a world was created; and from that world he has given us an opportunity to imagine something so great and outside of ourselves.
*IMPORTANT* Name pronunciations will be at the bottom of every chapter for your convenience (that is if you wish to know it). I have no clue whether or not all of the names and their meanings are accurate but I did my best in researching Anglo-Saxon names and words for my story.
Prologue
Her eyes were light – bright, green orbs with hints of gold touching just outside their edges. They were eyes for a goddess and yet she was a just a woman, a woman who's eyes were fixed upon something in her slender arms. A small bundle of sheer white cloth wrapped around a beautiful baby girl that slept in the woman's arms; unaware of the inner-war the woman was battling. A glistening tear pooled in her eyes, and it seemed out of place for such a distressing symbol should never adorn such eyes.
"Elvina," a voice stirred the sleeping child but it did not wake. Instead, a small strand of auburn hair fell from the cloth and brushed across the child's forehead. "It is time. You must let her go now." Elvina sighed, never looking away from the precious child in her grasp. She bowed her head deeply, causing her own auburn waves to fall forward from behind her shoulders and it cascaded like water beyond them. It was long, thick, and breathtakingly smooth – one could almost feel the softness just by sight of it.
"Will she be safe Elrond?" The words were quiet, and exasperated as Elvina tried to bring the child closer to her chest.
"You know she will be, here, she is unexplained. And, you know, as do I, the danger in that." Lord Elrond stepped closer to Elvina. "It will build questions – questions that some would need to have answered." His voice was stern but full of kindness as he tried to coax Elvina to release the dear child.
"Where is Arathorn?"
"He has begun his journey home." Lord Elrond spoke his words carefully as he saw Elvina's eyes widen from underneath her auburn locks. "He will never come back for you, for he does not know to look." The words were stabbing to Elvina as she realized he thought her dead. A small sniffle escaped her pout, pink lips – causing the child to stir again.
"Protect her. Protect my dear Erisanna." She kissed the baby's forehead and with that the baby's eyes opened just as the tears fell from Elvina's eyes. The child's own bright-green eyes watched a tear fall, wide-eyed in curiosity. He face contorted when the tear graced her cheek of olive skin. Before the child could reach up to the woman, the elfin man received her tiny body and turned away from Elvina.
Her strength had broken, and the tears clouded her eyes from seeing her only child – her beautiful daughter – disappear forever.
R&R PLEASE!
I realize this is an extremely short entry BUT I just wanted to get some feelers out there to see if this story will gain any interest as I finish writing Chapter 1 and 2. I will have the first chapter up by the end of the upcoming week!
Names:
Erisanna – Ehr-is-AHN-NAH
Elvina – EL-VEE-nah