Author's Note:

I am trying my utmost best at writing a story that is not filled with "fangirlism" or the so-called "Mary-Sue" attire. Not that I am anti-fangirl (frankly I am one, which I hope does not mar this story). I am not affiliated with the literary genius J.R.R. Tolkien, or The Lord of the Rings. I am just a lowly college girl trying to express my "creativity." Hopefully all who read enjoy this bit of story derived from my brain. I welcome positive feedback, Any negative feedback will be looked upon distastefully by me (kidding...really). Thank you for taking the time to strain your eyeballs and I hope you enjoy.

Prologue: In The Beginning...

The time is of beginning. Where everything is pure and fresh, and all living things are being created. When entities of another universe find themselves intertwined with the inhabitants of Middle Earth. So the story begins.

Before there was a Middle Earth, there was the Universe. The Universe was a black, endless, and harmonious environment where all superior beings dwelled. The superior of the entities was Iluvatar. He created Middle Earth. It houses immortals that Iluvatar created. They are called elves. Elves are not the only inhabitants, for there are animals, wizards, and men that roam Middle Earth as well.

There is an entity known as Azaria. She was given a gift by Iluvatar. Thirteen crystal seeds that became the thirteen entities of endless shape. She sent them to Middle Earth at the same time Iluvatar sent the elves. Twelve of the entities were of male distinction, and the thirteenth was of female. Knowing the troubles that had begun in Middle Earth she bestowed each of her entities a phial that contained One-thousand, three-hundred years of sleep. If drunk the potion would consume one in an endless sleep for one-thousand, three-hundred years in the bottom of the deepest ocean where no harm would be induced.

Only two of the thirteen entities held on to their phials. The rest gave their phial's to their sister, and only female of the clan, Celeste. They were fearless, arrogant, and prided themselves to live out their days long and substantial on Middle Earth. Celeste was not like her brethren. She was frightened and confused and found solitude quickly in the phial. She was succumbed to the cold dark embrace of the ocean and slept at its bottom for one-thousand, three-hundred years. When she awoke after her period of sleep she came to the surface of the ocean and looked around. Displeased with her surroundings, and feeling dismay once again she quickly opened one of the phial's her brethren gave her and quickly downed the soothing warm liquid. Sleep consumed her again for another one-thousand, three-hundred years.

Celeste continued the process of awakening into the midst of fear, and persisted to hide beneath the frigidity water's surface. This process carried on throughout several centuries until the day she was left with her last phial.