Meetings
Disclaimer: I don't own any of J.R.R. Tolkien's work I just borrowed his character's. The only character that is mine is my OC Brina.
Prologue
I remember nothing of my birth family only being alone. The first thing I remember is being horribly afraid and then seeing the kind face of the man who would become not a father figure but a loveable uncle to me his name was Ren. Ren was a farmer in Eriador but Uncle Ren and aunt Alice had once lived in Gondor but they never talked about it much which always made me curious as a child but as I grew up I learned to respect their desire not to talk about it. One thing I did know their skills were being wasted farming in Eriador for they were both excellent warriors and as soon as I was old enough they began training me in the ways of the warrior I always asked what the point was since girls didn't fight and we had never been attacked by some miracle of the Valar. But they both insisted you never knew when my training would come in handy and later in my life I would be very thankful they trained me so hard for I would become a passable warrior. As things always go our good fortune at not being attacked finally ran out shortly after I turned eighteen. It was a beautiful morning I bid my uncle and aunt farewell grabbed my basket, my bow, and my dagger heading to the south to gather berries since it was early summer. Not knowing it would be the last time I would see them alive. After a productive day I started for home trying to ignore this feeling of dread growing in my heart even though I had no reason or proof to feel this way the closer I got to home the more it increased so when I saw the flames shooting from the house I broke into a run screaming my uncle and aunt's names. But when I got closer I saw their bodies close to each other their weapons near were they had fallen if it wasn't for the pool of blood they were lying in it would have looked like they were sleeping. All I remember after that is crying and screaming until I couldn't anymore then realizing there was nothing I could do for the two people who had raised and loved me I gathered what strength I had and buried them both under the tree we had spent countless days under. I felt like a little girl again lost and scared but I couldn't afford to stay that way because I knew I was the only one I could count on now. I spent most of the night in the tree trying to decide my plan of action by morning I had my answer. I would go to Bree it was a town but not big or overwhelming from there I would decide my next course of action. It was a long journey for a grieving girl who had a never made a trip like this but somehow I made it in one piece over the long dangerous journey I finally arrived in Bree with no money the clothes on my back and my weapons. I soon found out the people of Bree weren't very trusting of outsiders which was just fine with me because I didn't trust them either and it would be three years before someone would come along that I would learn to not just simply trust him but trust him with my very life. Those three years would pass like a blur somehow I made it through those years taking odd jobs just to survive. I was like a shadow not really living just existing I trusted nobody and they didn't trust me even after the three years I had lived in Bree. It was just me, myself, and I and I was fine with that. Until the day I met Arathorn the one that would shake up my quiet world the one I would come to call brother. How was I to know that this was only the beginning of my story?
That this was the beginning of meeting ones I would call family, friends, and my love this is where our story begins.