Chapter One: Prophecy of the Child
A small baby lay sleeping in the middle of a chamber. It was a pretty baby girl, with brown eyes, and a small amount of red hair. Two men walked into the chamber, in the middle of a discussion.
"This is the baby, Mithrandir. Were your guesses correct?" Denethor asked, , looking at the old wizard. Gandalf's eyes crinkled in worry.
"When I last came, it was before the baby was born, and there was no way to tell if she was Chosen or not. But now..there is no doubt. And that is quite unusual. " He said, and looked at the sleeping child.
"What exactly does this 'Chosen' mean? You never explained that to me."
"The chosen are the humans born, destined to be wizards. They are born with some power, and gain it as they grow and practice their magic. Prophecies can tell when the next will be born."
"How can you tell that this child is the one?"
"Power. The power radiates from them. Usually, there are incantations and rituals that must be performed to know for sure, because they are never born with their full power. But this child...she has the level of power that many learned wizards have. And she was only just born. This is quite unsual."
"Unusual? There is nothing wrong with my daughter, is there?"
"Nothing wrong with her, my dear lord, but I fear she may be in danger with power so great. The Dark Lord's spirit still lives, and this power...he may want it. I must take her somewhere where she will be safe. She must not stay here."
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A/N: HahHA! New story! I came up with the idea for this in a DREAM....okay, anyone else think something's weird here? Both my stories are Frodo romances, have the younger sisters of members of the Fellowship (Belamir is Boromir's sister), and have something about roses in the title...hmmm....Anyway, this chapter was probably confusing...it's more like a prologue...the rest of the story take place 16 years later...anyway, seey yah! -Bianca
Disclaimer: I am NOT J.R.R. Tolkein. So I do not own Lord of the Rings or anything related. Lawyers cost more money than I have. So in otherwords, don't sue me. You won't gain anything. Really. I promise.
A small baby lay sleeping in the middle of a chamber. It was a pretty baby girl, with brown eyes, and a small amount of red hair. Two men walked into the chamber, in the middle of a discussion.
"This is the baby, Mithrandir. Were your guesses correct?" Denethor asked, , looking at the old wizard. Gandalf's eyes crinkled in worry.
"When I last came, it was before the baby was born, and there was no way to tell if she was Chosen or not. But now..there is no doubt. And that is quite unusual. " He said, and looked at the sleeping child.
"What exactly does this 'Chosen' mean? You never explained that to me."
"The chosen are the humans born, destined to be wizards. They are born with some power, and gain it as they grow and practice their magic. Prophecies can tell when the next will be born."
"How can you tell that this child is the one?"
"Power. The power radiates from them. Usually, there are incantations and rituals that must be performed to know for sure, because they are never born with their full power. But this child...she has the level of power that many learned wizards have. And she was only just born. This is quite unsual."
"Unusual? There is nothing wrong with my daughter, is there?"
"Nothing wrong with her, my dear lord, but I fear she may be in danger with power so great. The Dark Lord's spirit still lives, and this power...he may want it. I must take her somewhere where she will be safe. She must not stay here."
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A/N: HahHA! New story! I came up with the idea for this in a DREAM....okay, anyone else think something's weird here? Both my stories are Frodo romances, have the younger sisters of members of the Fellowship (Belamir is Boromir's sister), and have something about roses in the title...hmmm....Anyway, this chapter was probably confusing...it's more like a prologue...the rest of the story take place 16 years later...anyway, seey yah! -Bianca
Disclaimer: I am NOT J.R.R. Tolkein. So I do not own Lord of the Rings or anything related. Lawyers cost more money than I have. So in otherwords, don't sue me. You won't gain anything. Really. I promise.