Disclaimer/Author's notes: I don't own LotR or its characters, nor do I own any of the worlds, creatures, ect. created by Robert Asprin and his Myth series, with which I am crossing over with LotR. For all those people that replied the first time before I took this down to change it a bit, I have never had, nor ever will have, the desire to re-write Tolkien's world. Rather, I am merely giving my imagination some exercise with it and other worlds of my own creation, which is what Mirai is. Please, be kind and don't flame me, as all flames will be fed to my demon pet, Sparks.
Prologue
In the beginning, before the world of Miraes was created, there were two Beings, Soelihar and Lunari. Together they created the world and all the beasts that would live on it. Soelihar, being the god of the Sun, would rule the world during the day, and Lunari, the goddess of the Moon, would rule the night.
Of the two Beings Lunari was the first to create a being of greater intelligence than the beasts that had already been created. These she made in a likeness to herself, giving them the beauty of the night. These were the Elves, beautiful and immortal. But Soelihar was not to be outdone. With his power he created Man, and though they were not as fair or immortal, they were as strong and as intelligent as the Elves. And with their power together they created their Daughter, Isòlas, to rule over both.
Isòlas was the most beautiful of all creations. She had the form of the Elves, and like them was immortal. Her skin was fair and glowed as if the sun lived inside of her. Her hair was the color of woven silver and her eyes were the color of the deepest amber. Her voice, soft and gentle, could calm the fiercest demons. To all things she was like an Angel, and where she was life flourished.
But Isòlas was not happy. For two thousand years she watched over the people of Miraes, protecting them, helping them, healing them. They looked at her as she was, a Goddess, but never as a friend. On Miraes she could not experience joy or sorrow, love or hate. Where ever she was on this world all things were peaceful. She wanted to explore things she could not see in the world her parents had created, but she knew that they would not give her permission to leave if she asked it of them. So without a word she vanished from Miraes to explore the other worlds and universes that existed but could not be reached without a special magic she, and the elves of Miraes, possessed.
Behind her Miraes fell into dispair. Both god and goddess lashed out in anguish at the people and beasts that they had created, casting the world into darkness. Evil flooded it, causing the elves to flee to the other worlds, and leaving Man to face the evil alone. Yet of this Isòlas knew not. She had seemingly vanished from all worlds, and though a few legends about an elven-warrior of incredible power, those legends eventually faded into history. But legends have ways of returning when they are least expected...
Prologue
In the beginning, before the world of Miraes was created, there were two Beings, Soelihar and Lunari. Together they created the world and all the beasts that would live on it. Soelihar, being the god of the Sun, would rule the world during the day, and Lunari, the goddess of the Moon, would rule the night.
Of the two Beings Lunari was the first to create a being of greater intelligence than the beasts that had already been created. These she made in a likeness to herself, giving them the beauty of the night. These were the Elves, beautiful and immortal. But Soelihar was not to be outdone. With his power he created Man, and though they were not as fair or immortal, they were as strong and as intelligent as the Elves. And with their power together they created their Daughter, Isòlas, to rule over both.
Isòlas was the most beautiful of all creations. She had the form of the Elves, and like them was immortal. Her skin was fair and glowed as if the sun lived inside of her. Her hair was the color of woven silver and her eyes were the color of the deepest amber. Her voice, soft and gentle, could calm the fiercest demons. To all things she was like an Angel, and where she was life flourished.
But Isòlas was not happy. For two thousand years she watched over the people of Miraes, protecting them, helping them, healing them. They looked at her as she was, a Goddess, but never as a friend. On Miraes she could not experience joy or sorrow, love or hate. Where ever she was on this world all things were peaceful. She wanted to explore things she could not see in the world her parents had created, but she knew that they would not give her permission to leave if she asked it of them. So without a word she vanished from Miraes to explore the other worlds and universes that existed but could not be reached without a special magic she, and the elves of Miraes, possessed.
Behind her Miraes fell into dispair. Both god and goddess lashed out in anguish at the people and beasts that they had created, casting the world into darkness. Evil flooded it, causing the elves to flee to the other worlds, and leaving Man to face the evil alone. Yet of this Isòlas knew not. She had seemingly vanished from all worlds, and though a few legends about an elven-warrior of incredible power, those legends eventually faded into history. But legends have ways of returning when they are least expected...