Okay, okay I know the titles a bit crumby but I hope you enjoy this story, its my first ever fanfic and its serious so don't judge me to harshly! Constructive criticism is good so please enjoy and review…
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*~*The Wind Child *~*
A Prisoner of the Wind
The sweet scented early morning woodlands were still and quiet, the trees were tall and proud and they had stood for hundreds of years. Their leaves did not rustle yet because the cruel wind of the day had not yet come.
The dark, misty blues of the dawn began to change into light greys and sapphires, once again and the gentle sun began to warm the peaceful area again.
The tranquillity did not last long; it was disturbed by the harsh footsteps of the horses that many feared approaching swiftly. The nine were abroad again!
With them they brought their darkness, pain, anger and sorrow. They took it everywhere they went and left bits of it behind with most who saw them, so they were feared and despised by all. All accept their terrible allies.
Seldom were these horrible riders or their beasts sighted, and today they were not spotted at all. This was good news for most.
So the peace was disturbed and the promised wind of the day came. It was a furious, harsh wind. It was unnatural and evil but it was a mere thrill for those who bore it. The Nazgul loved to get tangled up in the deep, murderous gusts; it was as if they could feel pleasure once again. Like a hope that was lost, for all but one of the nine. The Nazgul carried on through the countryside prisoners of their own land, their own minds and their own flesh. All of them were lost in this shadow world, except one…
She was not originally a black rider, for she had never held a ring of power and did not intend to. Although she was a black rider she was not like her kin she rode with; they were totally beyond help and their hearts were blackened and scorched. Nothing could save them, nothing except death.
She was different, her heart was not all-together evil and some light still remained. It was only a small candle in the harsh rain, but it was light all the same.
The swift wind that appeared with the riders whipped her face the same was she beat her horse in fury. Her dark snake like locks were cast wildly upon the strong breeze making them glows and shine with the energy of the wind. Her eyes were alive with the same spirit. They were ablaze with fire and malice like her heart. Her skin was pale because she did not allow herself to be exposed to too much light, and she was naturally tall and thin. But the torture she endured was making her ill and tired. It was casting a permanent shadow over her gaunt face. Also it was leaving rings around her deep hungry eyes.
She could not go on much longer in her prison cell that was her own soul!
She had never wished for this cursed life and she did not rightly know how she came to be with the Nazgul or if she had any surviving relatives. She knew little of her background because the others refused to speak of it, but she did believe she was partly elvish because of her keen hearing and eyesight, not to mention her unnaturally long life.
*** Ahh just thinking of elves is sickening for me, so beautiful, wise and true, yet I hate them. Their skin is so perfect and flawless, I have tried for years to find faults, but I cannot. Is it possible to hate something so angelic, so pure? Do I really despise them so much?
Yes I do. Elves are horrible, deceiving, illusory creatures… and I will hate them until I die. * * *
So she hated them for any reason she could find: Her mother had just left her and she knew nothing of her father, and she cursed the elves to death for leaving her to the wraiths, for the pain they had inflicted on her kinsmen of Mordor. She admitted she had never really liked the ring wraiths. They hadn't treated her well; but they were all she had. They were even a bit like her family (in a way).
So long ago before Sauron had totally gained control of the nine mortal men, whilst one of them still possessed a ring of power, a mighty elvish warrior struck. He killed Amonsew who owned the ring out of greed and lust for the power of Deremya (the elvish name given to the ring). Then the cruel elf lord was slain and Deremya was captured for the dark lord Sauron. So now Sauron had the nine rings for the mortal men but one of the kings of old was missing.
So when Sauron came accros Narisunell 'abandoned' in Mordor he did not hesitate in using her for his evil work. He knew she was strong, but none were strong enough to survive his torment. She was lasting longer, because of her blood; being only half elven she could sustain herself longer that pure elves and so the transformation into an orc was slow for her. But it would happen, in time.
He gave her a horse; a beautiful ebony stallion, stolen from Rohan in the night. He was a decedent of Shadowfax and he inherited his power and strong, free will. Then he clothed her in black so her identity was hidden from whom she liked. He made her cruel like his own daughter; he made her evil and mad. Soon she was ready to travel with the wraiths in their desperate quest for the ring. So she thanked Sauron as he set her upon her horse, not knowing that all he had done was evil and that she too was evil, hated and feared by many.
So she rode of into the dying light with the black riders and learned of their ways, and she too became a so-called member of the nazgul.
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5/10/02: By the way I invented those names of the ring and the king so don't expect this whole story to be absolutely correct, but I have read the lord of the rings and the hobbit several times aswell as the Silmarillion. I've just updated this chapter; you know changed a few things, this was actually written ages ago, not today. Anyway hope you enjoyed it and do tell me what you think of it.
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