Disclaimer: Anything that you recognize is not mine, it's all Tolkien's.
Miriel and anyone you don't recognize IS mine.
She ran. Tears streamed from her turquoise eyes as she tripped over a stone and fell. She picked herself up and continued on tirelessly, her black hair billowing behind her. Images kept flashing before her eyes.
Her beautiful mother.
Her beloved brother.
Her father.
The bow.
The knife. And lastly,
The blood.
She could hear hooves in the distance. They were closing in on her. She was going to be slain. She knew it in her heart. Letting out a small whimper, her eyes brightened as she saw the coppice encompassing the Lake of Rhun. Willing herself to move faster, she ran like she had never run before. She reached the trees and climbed up into one. Nimbly, she jumped from one tree to another. As she jumped from one outstretched branch to another, she heard the hooves again. She lay still on the thick branch of a tree and wrapped her cloak around her, leaving only her eyes revealed.
The brown cloak did well to hide her from prying eyes. Horses came into view, their riders looking up at the trees, trying to catch a glimpse of her. Her heart slowed back to its normal rhythm as one by one, the horses moved on. But then, the greatest of all the horses there, a black stallion, came into view, it's rider sitting regal and tall on its back. It was her father, with a look of poor evil in his eyes.
He called out her name, commanding her to show herself to him. Another tear slipped from her eye and landed on the cloak forming a dark spot.
"Hir nin, she is not here. We have searched everywhere." A guard said.
"Obviously not everywhere, otherwise you would have found her," her father replied menacingly. But the guard did not back down.
"My lord, we did not actually see her come into the forest. She could have turned in any direction and gone anywhere." He said. "It is pointless to tire the guards and horses in a search like this."
As she lay in the trees, Miriel feared for the guard's life. Her father would not hesitate to slay one of his own kin. And his chief guard at that. But her father did not move for his weapon. He sat still, thinking for a moment.
"She will not survive out here. Call the guard back. We make for Mordor." With that, he steered his steed out of the trees towards the army waiting outside as his personal guards regrouped.
Twenty minutes later, Miriel jumped down from the tree. She made her way through the thick undergrowth with quick light steps. As she emerged from the forest, she shaded her eyes from the sudden sunlight with a slender hand. She knew that Mordor was due south and she looked in that direction. Her keen elven eyesight saw her father's host moving in that direction.
Breathing a sigh of relief, she sat on the ground against a rock to gather her thoughts. She had nothing left in this land. But where would she go now? She reached into her cloak pocket for something that her mother had given to her. The scroll was tied with a necklace. It was a silver chain with a turquoise pendant. She fastened it around her neck and unrolled the parchment. It was a map. A map of Middle Earth.
"If you ever need to escape from here, this will help you,"
Her mother's words from long before came back to her. At the time she had wondered what she would have to escape from. But now she knew. Her father was not the person she thought he was. She felt tears welling up in her eyes as she thought of her mother but brushed them aside and turned her attention to the map again. To the north-east of Rhun was Mirkwood. Her heart leapt as she remembered that her own mother had been born in Mirkwood before she had been-
"No, I will not think of her now." Miriel told herself. She would make for Mirkwood. Maybe if she told her story to the King, she would find mercy and a place to stay there.
Rolling up the map, she held it and started out on her journey.
A/N: Okay.that was only the prologue. I know it's pretty bad, but give me time ok?
She ran. Tears streamed from her turquoise eyes as she tripped over a stone and fell. She picked herself up and continued on tirelessly, her black hair billowing behind her. Images kept flashing before her eyes.
Her beautiful mother.
Her beloved brother.
Her father.
The bow.
The knife. And lastly,
The blood.
She could hear hooves in the distance. They were closing in on her. She was going to be slain. She knew it in her heart. Letting out a small whimper, her eyes brightened as she saw the coppice encompassing the Lake of Rhun. Willing herself to move faster, she ran like she had never run before. She reached the trees and climbed up into one. Nimbly, she jumped from one tree to another. As she jumped from one outstretched branch to another, she heard the hooves again. She lay still on the thick branch of a tree and wrapped her cloak around her, leaving only her eyes revealed.
The brown cloak did well to hide her from prying eyes. Horses came into view, their riders looking up at the trees, trying to catch a glimpse of her. Her heart slowed back to its normal rhythm as one by one, the horses moved on. But then, the greatest of all the horses there, a black stallion, came into view, it's rider sitting regal and tall on its back. It was her father, with a look of poor evil in his eyes.
He called out her name, commanding her to show herself to him. Another tear slipped from her eye and landed on the cloak forming a dark spot.
"Hir nin, she is not here. We have searched everywhere." A guard said.
"Obviously not everywhere, otherwise you would have found her," her father replied menacingly. But the guard did not back down.
"My lord, we did not actually see her come into the forest. She could have turned in any direction and gone anywhere." He said. "It is pointless to tire the guards and horses in a search like this."
As she lay in the trees, Miriel feared for the guard's life. Her father would not hesitate to slay one of his own kin. And his chief guard at that. But her father did not move for his weapon. He sat still, thinking for a moment.
"She will not survive out here. Call the guard back. We make for Mordor." With that, he steered his steed out of the trees towards the army waiting outside as his personal guards regrouped.
Twenty minutes later, Miriel jumped down from the tree. She made her way through the thick undergrowth with quick light steps. As she emerged from the forest, she shaded her eyes from the sudden sunlight with a slender hand. She knew that Mordor was due south and she looked in that direction. Her keen elven eyesight saw her father's host moving in that direction.
Breathing a sigh of relief, she sat on the ground against a rock to gather her thoughts. She had nothing left in this land. But where would she go now? She reached into her cloak pocket for something that her mother had given to her. The scroll was tied with a necklace. It was a silver chain with a turquoise pendant. She fastened it around her neck and unrolled the parchment. It was a map. A map of Middle Earth.
"If you ever need to escape from here, this will help you,"
Her mother's words from long before came back to her. At the time she had wondered what she would have to escape from. But now she knew. Her father was not the person she thought he was. She felt tears welling up in her eyes as she thought of her mother but brushed them aside and turned her attention to the map again. To the north-east of Rhun was Mirkwood. Her heart leapt as she remembered that her own mother had been born in Mirkwood before she had been-
"No, I will not think of her now." Miriel told herself. She would make for Mirkwood. Maybe if she told her story to the King, she would find mercy and a place to stay there.
Rolling up the map, she held it and started out on her journey.
A/N: Okay.that was only the prologue. I know it's pretty bad, but give me time ok?
