The Fellowship Of The Ring - After The Ring
As I looked up into the sky I saw that darkness was drawing nigh. But for some unknown reason it gave me the motivation I needed to complete my work. I knew my father wouldn't mind me completing it the next day, but I felt I had to complete it before the sunset or I would have no sleep. I looked into the distance and saw my father approaching. He was a strong, stern man but fair in appearance. He was a man who had seen fifty years but looked like a man who had only seen forty. He had short brown hair with streaks of white. His eyes were the colour of the soil, a very dark brown. He now drew closer.
I picked up my fork and continued to dig up the soil. As I finished my father Balnathorn son of Alnathorn reached the field. He was no more than five paces away from me. "Come now Fatima, this work can be completed tomorrow, the darkness draws near and soon you shall not see where you are planting." He said in a cheerful tone.
"Yes father but I have only but a few seeds left." I replied.
"Yes well I wish to see you at the dinner table on time." He ordered, and turned to walk off.
"Yes father I shall." I called out to him. And with that I planted the remainder of the seeds. My father was still in view. I ran towards him to catch up to him when something caught my eye. Something in the distance towards my right moved. I stopped running and looked to my right but all I could see were the trees of Fangorn. I looked around but there was no movement. I looked in front of me but I could no longer see my father. I looked at the sky and the sun had almost set. I ran the rest of the way home so I could get there before nightfall.
As I ran I felt the cool breeze on my face and the long, prickly grass at my legs. I felt some cold, wet rain drops on my face. Finally my house came into view but I was already soaking wet. I looked up at my wooden home and before it I saw my sister Erowan. Erowan was sixteen years old. She was very beautiful with her long golden hair and her eyes the colour of the sky. I quickly rushed towards the house to get out of the rain. It was now very dark but I could see the frown on my sister's face. "Fatima you are all dirty and wet. Mother shall not be pleased, as dinner is ready. You better wash up quickly." And with that she went inside. I followed her into the house.
I entered the house and there stood my mother, Filma, a split image of Erowan. My mother was very angry. "Fatima didn't your father tell in that you had to at the dinner table on time?" She asked me angrily. I knew that she wasn't expecting me to answer.
"Aye, mother. I shall wash up quickly." I looked at my father and he just smiled at me so I smiled back.
My father loved me very much. I was like the son he never had. I am the first child. When my mother after five years became pregnant with Erowan my father suspected she was a boy. After that my parents had trouble having children. My family survived because of my fathers' work in the fields of Celebrant. Because my parents had no sons I had to help my father in the field. But I do not mind hard work.
The fields of Celebrant once belonged to the elves of Lorien. But the elves of Lorien have left the middle earth. They have traveled to Valinor the land of the undying as elves are immortal. I have never seen an elf but would like to. They are also known as the fair folk. Near our land is the forest of Mirkwood. More than a hundred years ago that forest was said to be very queer and was full of evil. But now that forest is full of goodness and some elves as they haven't traveled to Valinor yet. I would love to one- day travel to Mirkwood and explore it and visit the elves. I find the elves to be very fascinating.
As I looked up into the sky I saw that darkness was drawing nigh. But for some unknown reason it gave me the motivation I needed to complete my work. I knew my father wouldn't mind me completing it the next day, but I felt I had to complete it before the sunset or I would have no sleep. I looked into the distance and saw my father approaching. He was a strong, stern man but fair in appearance. He was a man who had seen fifty years but looked like a man who had only seen forty. He had short brown hair with streaks of white. His eyes were the colour of the soil, a very dark brown. He now drew closer.
I picked up my fork and continued to dig up the soil. As I finished my father Balnathorn son of Alnathorn reached the field. He was no more than five paces away from me. "Come now Fatima, this work can be completed tomorrow, the darkness draws near and soon you shall not see where you are planting." He said in a cheerful tone.
"Yes father but I have only but a few seeds left." I replied.
"Yes well I wish to see you at the dinner table on time." He ordered, and turned to walk off.
"Yes father I shall." I called out to him. And with that I planted the remainder of the seeds. My father was still in view. I ran towards him to catch up to him when something caught my eye. Something in the distance towards my right moved. I stopped running and looked to my right but all I could see were the trees of Fangorn. I looked around but there was no movement. I looked in front of me but I could no longer see my father. I looked at the sky and the sun had almost set. I ran the rest of the way home so I could get there before nightfall.
As I ran I felt the cool breeze on my face and the long, prickly grass at my legs. I felt some cold, wet rain drops on my face. Finally my house came into view but I was already soaking wet. I looked up at my wooden home and before it I saw my sister Erowan. Erowan was sixteen years old. She was very beautiful with her long golden hair and her eyes the colour of the sky. I quickly rushed towards the house to get out of the rain. It was now very dark but I could see the frown on my sister's face. "Fatima you are all dirty and wet. Mother shall not be pleased, as dinner is ready. You better wash up quickly." And with that she went inside. I followed her into the house.
I entered the house and there stood my mother, Filma, a split image of Erowan. My mother was very angry. "Fatima didn't your father tell in that you had to at the dinner table on time?" She asked me angrily. I knew that she wasn't expecting me to answer.
"Aye, mother. I shall wash up quickly." I looked at my father and he just smiled at me so I smiled back.
My father loved me very much. I was like the son he never had. I am the first child. When my mother after five years became pregnant with Erowan my father suspected she was a boy. After that my parents had trouble having children. My family survived because of my fathers' work in the fields of Celebrant. Because my parents had no sons I had to help my father in the field. But I do not mind hard work.
The fields of Celebrant once belonged to the elves of Lorien. But the elves of Lorien have left the middle earth. They have traveled to Valinor the land of the undying as elves are immortal. I have never seen an elf but would like to. They are also known as the fair folk. Near our land is the forest of Mirkwood. More than a hundred years ago that forest was said to be very queer and was full of evil. But now that forest is full of goodness and some elves as they haven't traveled to Valinor yet. I would love to one- day travel to Mirkwood and explore it and visit the elves. I find the elves to be very fascinating.