Vague disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters mentioned in my fanfic,
aside from Rómenna. Places etc. come from the books, and the elven in the
text is a version of Quena. It is expanded and is credited to the Grey
company - their website is www.grey-company.org. Please enjoy my fic!
As the sun set on the plains of middle-earth, the evils that lie in wait in the dark stir; it is their time, they can wait no longer. As the forest wakes, the orcs and vile creatures rise, called by their master. Atop of Sarn Gebir stands a lone elf, eyes closed. Her name is Rómenna. She is far from home, and has not returned for many years now.
She listens to the darkness, and the movement of the river far beneath her. So this is what the worlds have come to, she sighs. As the common tongue falls from her mouth, she realises that it has been too long since she truly spoke eleven with another. As the wind picks up, she begins to climb down the steep, rocky path that leads to the Entwash. It is difficult, and she falls several feet to the foot of the mountain. The sounds of the rapids fade into the distance as she runs along the banks of the river. Moonlight lights her way as she runs towards the forest. As the first fingers of sunlight reach the tops of the trees, Rómenna stops beside the waterfall where the numerous streams of Fangorn join the river. She sits at the edge of the water, and looks down into the stream. Why was she always alone? She had never planned it that way. She looked tired, the sleepless days and nights were taking their toll. "Amin naa ilyamenie ereb" she whispered, as the wind flung her hair to the skies. A storm was coming, she could tell, and it was about time for her to find shelter. Under the cover of the trees of Fangorn Rómenna slept.
As the twilight faded to dark, Rómenna awoke, suddenly. She had been dreaming, dreaming of a time before she was alone.. Ró shivered. It hadn't been a good vision, and it was one she'd like to forget. She stirred, and found her limbs were stiff with sleep. She stumbled through the forest, vision blurred, arms blindly searching for the path. She didn't understand why she was so disoriented. Unfortunately at that precise moment Rómenna hit her head against a stone stair.
Rómenna was out for quite a while. Dawn had broken as she awoke, at the foot of the stone stairs. Her head had cleared, and she began to climb the staircase that wound round the hills. At the top stood a stone bench, and a single tree at the edge of the summit. Rómenna decided to climb the tree in order to get a better view of the land. As she did, the tree moved violently and Ró swayed and fell out of the tree. A deep, resonating laugh sounded deep from within the tree, and she began to laugh herself. "Fangorn!" she cried, "Sut naa lle?" "Amin naa eithel" he smiled "ar'lle?" "Amin naa haetuulo'eska" she sighed. "Ar'amin naa wanwa ar'laiwa. Amin anta vasa." Treebeard moved to the top of the stairs. " Soora amin" he rumbled. With that Rómenna ran to the stairs and followed Treebeard down the stairs.
As the sun set on the plains of middle-earth, the evils that lie in wait in the dark stir; it is their time, they can wait no longer. As the forest wakes, the orcs and vile creatures rise, called by their master. Atop of Sarn Gebir stands a lone elf, eyes closed. Her name is Rómenna. She is far from home, and has not returned for many years now.
She listens to the darkness, and the movement of the river far beneath her. So this is what the worlds have come to, she sighs. As the common tongue falls from her mouth, she realises that it has been too long since she truly spoke eleven with another. As the wind picks up, she begins to climb down the steep, rocky path that leads to the Entwash. It is difficult, and she falls several feet to the foot of the mountain. The sounds of the rapids fade into the distance as she runs along the banks of the river. Moonlight lights her way as she runs towards the forest. As the first fingers of sunlight reach the tops of the trees, Rómenna stops beside the waterfall where the numerous streams of Fangorn join the river. She sits at the edge of the water, and looks down into the stream. Why was she always alone? She had never planned it that way. She looked tired, the sleepless days and nights were taking their toll. "Amin naa ilyamenie ereb" she whispered, as the wind flung her hair to the skies. A storm was coming, she could tell, and it was about time for her to find shelter. Under the cover of the trees of Fangorn Rómenna slept.
As the twilight faded to dark, Rómenna awoke, suddenly. She had been dreaming, dreaming of a time before she was alone.. Ró shivered. It hadn't been a good vision, and it was one she'd like to forget. She stirred, and found her limbs were stiff with sleep. She stumbled through the forest, vision blurred, arms blindly searching for the path. She didn't understand why she was so disoriented. Unfortunately at that precise moment Rómenna hit her head against a stone stair.
Rómenna was out for quite a while. Dawn had broken as she awoke, at the foot of the stone stairs. Her head had cleared, and she began to climb the staircase that wound round the hills. At the top stood a stone bench, and a single tree at the edge of the summit. Rómenna decided to climb the tree in order to get a better view of the land. As she did, the tree moved violently and Ró swayed and fell out of the tree. A deep, resonating laugh sounded deep from within the tree, and she began to laugh herself. "Fangorn!" she cried, "Sut naa lle?" "Amin naa eithel" he smiled "ar'lle?" "Amin naa haetuulo'eska" she sighed. "Ar'amin naa wanwa ar'laiwa. Amin anta vasa." Treebeard moved to the top of the stairs. " Soora amin" he rumbled. With that Rómenna ran to the stairs and followed Treebeard down the stairs.
