Disclaimer:
While the main components of this story belong to J.R.R Tolkien, a few of the characters belong to me. I wanted to apologize to Tolkien fans in advance; it is my intention to butcher the original story to suite my purposes.
Prolog:
After everything that I have been through I didn't think that her death would be something I would have to cope with. Already two of my comrades have passed in this hideous war; and this isn't even my fight, my world. The others say I'm getting ahead of myself, that she may yet live to see the dawn, but I doubt it. As sad as I am to admit it this will not be the last battle I see, the last one I fight in … the last one I win. And we will win; this I know. I have read the Red Book; I know well the story within those pages. However I didn't know my life, my blood, would shape it as it has.
AN: Okay kiddies, this is just the prolog and such. Continue on ... if you want. I'll give you cookies. ^_^