Power
Disclaimer: I don't own Lord of the rings and it's characters.
Prologue
A day will come unknown to all
On this day a girl will fall
From the heavens high above
She will grace us with truth, beauty and love.
She will be fair, considered an elf
Though a human that has never loved.
She will have powers never seen before
And without taming she can destroy us all
But she will come when the time is right.
When she is needed and she needs to fight.
This day will soon come unknown to all,
We can only have hope that she will not kill us all.
A mark determines who she is.
A star circled by dots bound on her right wrist.
Red hair will fall to her waist
And blue eyes will grace her fair face.
A mans heart she will capture,
An elfs heart she will break
A fellowship will form before she arrives.
In this fellowship are the two lovers who will never let her die.
The man closed his book and placed his ink quill beside it. Sighing to himself he stood up. A prophecy he had just predicted. This prophecy would take hold and with this prophecy the tale would soon be told.
"I just hope that this love will conquer all." He silently thought to himself. Thinking of his latest prophecy.
He laid down on his soft mattress. The prophet closed his eyes and slowly fell asleep. Unknown to him this was the last prophecy that he would predict, the last prophecy that the Valar would send him. For the prophet died that night as did all the other prophets in Middle Earth. For it was that night that the evil was unleashed.
Disclaimer: I don't own Lord of the rings and it's characters.
Prologue
A day will come unknown to all
On this day a girl will fall
From the heavens high above
She will grace us with truth, beauty and love.
She will be fair, considered an elf
Though a human that has never loved.
She will have powers never seen before
And without taming she can destroy us all
But she will come when the time is right.
When she is needed and she needs to fight.
This day will soon come unknown to all,
We can only have hope that she will not kill us all.
A mark determines who she is.
A star circled by dots bound on her right wrist.
Red hair will fall to her waist
And blue eyes will grace her fair face.
A mans heart she will capture,
An elfs heart she will break
A fellowship will form before she arrives.
In this fellowship are the two lovers who will never let her die.
The man closed his book and placed his ink quill beside it. Sighing to himself he stood up. A prophecy he had just predicted. This prophecy would take hold and with this prophecy the tale would soon be told.
"I just hope that this love will conquer all." He silently thought to himself. Thinking of his latest prophecy.
He laid down on his soft mattress. The prophet closed his eyes and slowly fell asleep. Unknown to him this was the last prophecy that he would predict, the last prophecy that the Valar would send him. For the prophet died that night as did all the other prophets in Middle Earth. For it was that night that the evil was unleashed.