AN: Hello Everybody! This is my first Fanfiction so please Read and Review! Tell your friends, too! That is, if you like it. If you don't like it the tell me what I can do to improve, THEN tell your friends :).
The great kingdom of Gondor, country of the White City of Minas Tirith, City of Kings and lastly home. The white walls glistened and the flowers blossomed along the small windows in the people's miniature gardens. The smell of freshly baked breads and fresh fruits lined the small levels from the various vendors. I walked along a basket of fresh vegetables in my hand, young children dashing along the crowded street, full of energy and laughter. Yes, this was home. Going up to the fourth level, and down my alley way was the house I shared with my father, Aston, a blacksmith.
"Papa! I'm home! I ran into Rorrarent at the Market on the second level and he gave me these lovely potatoes from the Shi- Papa," I stop suddenly seeing him sitting by the window where you can see what seemed like all of Gondor. The sun was setting giving the room a cold, gloomy look. "Are you alright?"
He glanced at me, his warm eyes shimmering with tears. He then glanced down to a lone piece of paper on the desk. I set down my basket on the small kitchen table. I picked up the piece of paper.
Aston,
I'm afraid that you have yet to pay your taxes, again. I regret to inform you that your shop and house will be taken in the name of our great steward Turgon. You are to leave the city of Minas Tirith by sundown of the third night.
Scribe,
Annothinth
"Oh papa," I whisper dropping the parchment onto the white marble floor. And like that I was without a home. I hugged Papa, his scent of mint and steel lingered in my nose. I lean back to observe him. His brown hair streaked with white along with his small beard. I had notice how old he looks, but his age is defiantly catching up to him. His tan skin was covered in wrinkles, like old leather, and brown eyes dulling.
I felt his now weakening shoulders, now shaking against mine. My pale blue dress darkened under his tears. This was the start of a new, darker beginning. A beginning full of pain and loneliness. A beginning without a home.
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~Lila