Notes: The universe of J.R.R Tolkien does not belong to me. The character
of Legolas does not belong to me. Middle Earth does not belong to me. The
only thing that truly belongs to me is Seere. Though she doesn't belong to
me either, for she is an Elf. Do not kill me if anything doesn't make
sense. Just bear with me for a few chapters. Remember: It can only get
better. Please review and tell me what I can do better.
--------------------------------------In the Beginning---------------------- -----------------
The race of Men has forgotten us
The Dwarfs has suppressed us
The Hobbits knew little to start with
The Elves have been forgotten.
We left Middle Earth in the Forth Age, giving the land to the others. Though not everyone left. I did not. I stayed.
My name is Seere. It means peace. I was a symbol for peace according to my parents. Now, peace is the last thing that comes to my mind.
I am a Silvan Elf, born in Mirkwood under Lord Thranduil's realm.
I consider myself to be one of the few Elves left. A few, I know, stayed behind. I was one, for I am very much in love with this world still.
It is now the end of the Forth Age. A new danger is growing in the fires of Mont Doom. Mordor is again building itself up. A new fellowship has been deployed to destroy whatever evil there may be there.
This is the tale of Seere and the Company of Maradiron, son of Eldarion, King of the Reunited Kingdom. This is a story of my quest to redeem the hope and faith in my own heart.
Lye nuquernuva sen e dagor. We shall defeat them in battle.
--------------------------------------In the Beginning---------------------- -----------------
The race of Men has forgotten us
The Dwarfs has suppressed us
The Hobbits knew little to start with
The Elves have been forgotten.
We left Middle Earth in the Forth Age, giving the land to the others. Though not everyone left. I did not. I stayed.
My name is Seere. It means peace. I was a symbol for peace according to my parents. Now, peace is the last thing that comes to my mind.
I am a Silvan Elf, born in Mirkwood under Lord Thranduil's realm.
I consider myself to be one of the few Elves left. A few, I know, stayed behind. I was one, for I am very much in love with this world still.
It is now the end of the Forth Age. A new danger is growing in the fires of Mont Doom. Mordor is again building itself up. A new fellowship has been deployed to destroy whatever evil there may be there.
This is the tale of Seere and the Company of Maradiron, son of Eldarion, King of the Reunited Kingdom. This is a story of my quest to redeem the hope and faith in my own heart.
Lye nuquernuva sen e dagor. We shall defeat them in battle.