Memories
No matter how much Nuinregwen searched and searched she could not find any hints of the past. Days turned into weekes and soon into months. She finally lost all hope. She walked through the forest feeling like she had failed her family. She leaned against an old oak. She closed her eyes and listened to natures music. The wind blew throught the trees moving the branches. She could hear a herd of deer off a ways, searching for some food. The trees creeked and groaned protesting against the wind. She heard a voice.
The tree was whispering to her. She placed her hand and head against it shutting her eyes. "Please help me. Tell me why."
The tree didn't just tell her, it showed her. It showed her it's memories.
Flashback~
It was snowing and the forest was young. It was night time. All was silent. Then the trees started screaming. Orcs had axes and were cutting at the trees. An orc came over and started chopping the oak. It screamed in agony. The orc laughed at it's pain and started to swing again. The twang of a bow took it's life. An Elf rode over on her white horse to the oak. She jumped from the horse and she put her hand against the oak and calmed it. The other orcs heard the bow and came running over. She pulled out two swords and battled furiously with them. The night echoed with the clash of steele.
There was one left. She lunged at it with one sword and blocked it's sword with the other. She knocked the sword from it's hands and spun with the swords to send the death blow. She spun and met a dagger. She delt the final blow, decapitating the orc. She dropped her swords and stumbled from the body. She turned. The dagger had pierced her liver. Blood drained from the wound. She stumbled to the oak and sank to the ground. She laid her head against it. The tree saddened. The snowing intenisified.
The Elf started singing to the oak. Calming it. Soon it was just humming, but still just as beautiful. Soon the voice faded from the night. The snow was stained with her blood. The night was silent. No wind blew, no bird sang. Suddenly, the oak began to sway. It's song echoed in the forest. The oak began to glow. It glowed so brightly it illuminated the whole forest. The oak's spirit filled the forest. Soon it began fading coming back to the tree. But the blood of the elf still glowed with the spirit of the tree. The wind began to blow and circle around the area. Then all stopped. The oak stopped swaying and went still. The wind stopped blowing and the glow from the forest dissapered completely.
A cry filled the night. There in the snow where blood had stained was a little girl around the age of three. She was an Elf, made from the blood of the Elf who had died. She had dark brown hair such as the bark and roots of the oak. She had blue eyes such as ice. She had fair skin such as the color of the snow. She had receives swiftness as a gift from the wind, wisdom from the oak, beauty from the snow, grace from the night, and the elven abilities and talents from the elven blood. She had no evil drop of life in her body. She was the purest life on middle earth. The white horse came to the crying Elf. She laid down into the snow next to her giving her heat. The little girl fell asleep athe horses side. The oak watched over the Snow Elf all night and for many day and nights to come. For she was Mother natures own creation.
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The little girl grew up into an older Elf. Still young though. She had not left the forest yet. It was snowing again. She had two swords at her side. The same swords the elf had before she died. Suddenly, some birds flew from a tree. The forest went quiet. She stood still. A few minutes later some riders came through the trees. She looked at them curiously. All had gone quiet when they came through. She could not here a thing but the step of their horses. Suddenly they stopped near her and began looking around. They seemed almost nervous. The Nazgul kicked there horses into action and ran right past her without a glance.
~End of flashback
Nuinregwen jerked from the tree. The Nazgul couldn't see her.
No matter how much Nuinregwen searched and searched she could not find any hints of the past. Days turned into weekes and soon into months. She finally lost all hope. She walked through the forest feeling like she had failed her family. She leaned against an old oak. She closed her eyes and listened to natures music. The wind blew throught the trees moving the branches. She could hear a herd of deer off a ways, searching for some food. The trees creeked and groaned protesting against the wind. She heard a voice.
The tree was whispering to her. She placed her hand and head against it shutting her eyes. "Please help me. Tell me why."
The tree didn't just tell her, it showed her. It showed her it's memories.
Flashback~
It was snowing and the forest was young. It was night time. All was silent. Then the trees started screaming. Orcs had axes and were cutting at the trees. An orc came over and started chopping the oak. It screamed in agony. The orc laughed at it's pain and started to swing again. The twang of a bow took it's life. An Elf rode over on her white horse to the oak. She jumped from the horse and she put her hand against the oak and calmed it. The other orcs heard the bow and came running over. She pulled out two swords and battled furiously with them. The night echoed with the clash of steele.
There was one left. She lunged at it with one sword and blocked it's sword with the other. She knocked the sword from it's hands and spun with the swords to send the death blow. She spun and met a dagger. She delt the final blow, decapitating the orc. She dropped her swords and stumbled from the body. She turned. The dagger had pierced her liver. Blood drained from the wound. She stumbled to the oak and sank to the ground. She laid her head against it. The tree saddened. The snowing intenisified.
The Elf started singing to the oak. Calming it. Soon it was just humming, but still just as beautiful. Soon the voice faded from the night. The snow was stained with her blood. The night was silent. No wind blew, no bird sang. Suddenly, the oak began to sway. It's song echoed in the forest. The oak began to glow. It glowed so brightly it illuminated the whole forest. The oak's spirit filled the forest. Soon it began fading coming back to the tree. But the blood of the elf still glowed with the spirit of the tree. The wind began to blow and circle around the area. Then all stopped. The oak stopped swaying and went still. The wind stopped blowing and the glow from the forest dissapered completely.
A cry filled the night. There in the snow where blood had stained was a little girl around the age of three. She was an Elf, made from the blood of the Elf who had died. She had dark brown hair such as the bark and roots of the oak. She had blue eyes such as ice. She had fair skin such as the color of the snow. She had receives swiftness as a gift from the wind, wisdom from the oak, beauty from the snow, grace from the night, and the elven abilities and talents from the elven blood. She had no evil drop of life in her body. She was the purest life on middle earth. The white horse came to the crying Elf. She laid down into the snow next to her giving her heat. The little girl fell asleep athe horses side. The oak watched over the Snow Elf all night and for many day and nights to come. For she was Mother natures own creation.
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The little girl grew up into an older Elf. Still young though. She had not left the forest yet. It was snowing again. She had two swords at her side. The same swords the elf had before she died. Suddenly, some birds flew from a tree. The forest went quiet. She stood still. A few minutes later some riders came through the trees. She looked at them curiously. All had gone quiet when they came through. She could not here a thing but the step of their horses. Suddenly they stopped near her and began looking around. They seemed almost nervous. The Nazgul kicked there horses into action and ran right past her without a glance.
~End of flashback
Nuinregwen jerked from the tree. The Nazgul couldn't see her.