Disclaimer: I do not own Middle Earth or the mythical creatures. I do not
own any man, elf, hobbit, wizard, Dwarves, etc. That you have heard of in
the books or on the movies. This story is based on what J.R.R. Tolkien's
books The Hobbit, The Lord or the Rings, and The Silmarillion. Everything
else in the fan-fiction belongs to the author.
Author's Note: This is my first Lord of the Rings fan-fiction so I hope you enjoy it. It is a little different then most stories point of view. But I hope you like it. Please review after you read it.
Child Unmasked: Chapter 1- Bridge of Fellon
"Rondri, Saruman calls for us to join in the army against Helms Deep," Dellip bellowed at me from across the Bridge of Fellon. Under lies boiling lava that would disintegrate a body in less than fifteen seconds. I hated crossing the bridge, every step a new fracture appeared and another rock fell to the blazing fire.
I took the step onto the Fellon and I wished I hadn't. Almost ten cracks appeared and I felt that the bridge would collapse this very second. But it didn't so I continued. More cracks showed and rocks flung from the path.
"RONDRI RUN!" Dellip screeched at my helpless body. But even it I had an almost zero chance of making it, I ran. I ran for my life. The bridge fell behind me and I ran ahead of it. I grabbed the edge of the cliff just as all the stones disappeared into the magma. "Rondri DO NOT MOVE!"
Rondri grabbed both of my hands and pulled my precious body up. I could only thank Dellip to a certain point, but I did till it was reached. I hated what this world was coming to. I hated the war and the rage. But most of all I hated the sinful leaders.
I looked down at the molten rock and I was astonished by what would have taken my life. But I knew death would not come easily for me. That way was too simple, and it wouldn't let me die.
I looked at my armor or mine now. I may have killed several orcs getting this armor and mask. But that is the way it has to be. Evil is supposed to be killed. And I am now in the darkness yet I can't even kill.
I am an imposture, yet I'm not. I have the right to go through these lands with no worry, yet I don't. I should have died long ago, yet I didn't. I want to live my old life, yet I know I can never do that. Why are there so many things that I can do, but I can't?
I am Serinea, not Rondri. Rondri is the name I gave myself thousands years ago. I gave it to me, because I couldn't be thought of a Serinea. I needed to be someone else, someone who has access to Mont Doom. I have made only one friend in the long time I have been an orc.
I have been in these skins and armor for many, many years I wonder what I actually look like now. I wonder if I still look like a seven-year body. Or if I still have a childish face. I feel like a child, I have height of a child, I wonder if I am a child.
"Rondri, Rondri, please speak to me! Please!" Dellip shook me out of my thoughts. I looked at him and I felt the fear in his voice. If I had never became an orc, I would have never thought a horrifying creature like an orc would have feelings, a life, a heart.
I stood up and I hugged Dellip. He hugged back. He was my best of all, best friend. He was always there for me, and I for him. I wished he could also be human also, or what ever I was. I wished he didn't have to follow an evil leader. I didn't want him to follow my father.
Why did my father wake up? Why did he regain his soul? Why was he MY father? I, like most of the world, HATE him. I wish so much, that we could back thousands of years to when I was REALLY seven.
I was cursed with immortal life. I was cursed to always stay a child. I was cursed to forever feel suffering. I WILL always feel hate and always feel revenge.
"Rondri?" Dellip was really scared. He looked so afraid and worried. He had such a soft heart. He was ALWAYS friendly towards others. I can never see him fighting in a war. He is just so sweet.
"Dellip I'm OK!" I told him putting a smile on the face belonging to the orc that I killed. I laughed he was just so concerned! It was so hilarious yet extremely cute. "I think we need to get ready for war."
"Ya I guess you're right, like usual!"
"Am not!"
"Umm, ya you are, let's go," Dellip and I had a bond together. I was always an ally, a friend, and most of all my ONLY family. He always had the positive side of things. I don't know what I would do if Dellip died.
"Let's go!" I exclaimed as we walked to the huge meeting of all the Orcs and the Uruk-Hai. I hated everything to go with my father and Saruman. I hated everything to do with anything wicked. And I would NOT turn into my father. I will NEVER be like him ant ALL.
Author's Note: I hope you like the start of the story. PLEASE tell me what you think. I LOVE any comments, suggestions, criticism, questions, ideas, guesses, or anything like that. I just REALLY hope that you will review. Please give me advice on what to add in the up-coming chapters!
!!Thank-you!!
Author's Note: This is my first Lord of the Rings fan-fiction so I hope you enjoy it. It is a little different then most stories point of view. But I hope you like it. Please review after you read it.
Child Unmasked: Chapter 1- Bridge of Fellon
"Rondri, Saruman calls for us to join in the army against Helms Deep," Dellip bellowed at me from across the Bridge of Fellon. Under lies boiling lava that would disintegrate a body in less than fifteen seconds. I hated crossing the bridge, every step a new fracture appeared and another rock fell to the blazing fire.
I took the step onto the Fellon and I wished I hadn't. Almost ten cracks appeared and I felt that the bridge would collapse this very second. But it didn't so I continued. More cracks showed and rocks flung from the path.
"RONDRI RUN!" Dellip screeched at my helpless body. But even it I had an almost zero chance of making it, I ran. I ran for my life. The bridge fell behind me and I ran ahead of it. I grabbed the edge of the cliff just as all the stones disappeared into the magma. "Rondri DO NOT MOVE!"
Rondri grabbed both of my hands and pulled my precious body up. I could only thank Dellip to a certain point, but I did till it was reached. I hated what this world was coming to. I hated the war and the rage. But most of all I hated the sinful leaders.
I looked down at the molten rock and I was astonished by what would have taken my life. But I knew death would not come easily for me. That way was too simple, and it wouldn't let me die.
I looked at my armor or mine now. I may have killed several orcs getting this armor and mask. But that is the way it has to be. Evil is supposed to be killed. And I am now in the darkness yet I can't even kill.
I am an imposture, yet I'm not. I have the right to go through these lands with no worry, yet I don't. I should have died long ago, yet I didn't. I want to live my old life, yet I know I can never do that. Why are there so many things that I can do, but I can't?
I am Serinea, not Rondri. Rondri is the name I gave myself thousands years ago. I gave it to me, because I couldn't be thought of a Serinea. I needed to be someone else, someone who has access to Mont Doom. I have made only one friend in the long time I have been an orc.
I have been in these skins and armor for many, many years I wonder what I actually look like now. I wonder if I still look like a seven-year body. Or if I still have a childish face. I feel like a child, I have height of a child, I wonder if I am a child.
"Rondri, Rondri, please speak to me! Please!" Dellip shook me out of my thoughts. I looked at him and I felt the fear in his voice. If I had never became an orc, I would have never thought a horrifying creature like an orc would have feelings, a life, a heart.
I stood up and I hugged Dellip. He hugged back. He was my best of all, best friend. He was always there for me, and I for him. I wished he could also be human also, or what ever I was. I wished he didn't have to follow an evil leader. I didn't want him to follow my father.
Why did my father wake up? Why did he regain his soul? Why was he MY father? I, like most of the world, HATE him. I wish so much, that we could back thousands of years to when I was REALLY seven.
I was cursed with immortal life. I was cursed to always stay a child. I was cursed to forever feel suffering. I WILL always feel hate and always feel revenge.
"Rondri?" Dellip was really scared. He looked so afraid and worried. He had such a soft heart. He was ALWAYS friendly towards others. I can never see him fighting in a war. He is just so sweet.
"Dellip I'm OK!" I told him putting a smile on the face belonging to the orc that I killed. I laughed he was just so concerned! It was so hilarious yet extremely cute. "I think we need to get ready for war."
"Ya I guess you're right, like usual!"
"Am not!"
"Umm, ya you are, let's go," Dellip and I had a bond together. I was always an ally, a friend, and most of all my ONLY family. He always had the positive side of things. I don't know what I would do if Dellip died.
"Let's go!" I exclaimed as we walked to the huge meeting of all the Orcs and the Uruk-Hai. I hated everything to go with my father and Saruman. I hated everything to do with anything wicked. And I would NOT turn into my father. I will NEVER be like him ant ALL.
Author's Note: I hope you like the start of the story. PLEASE tell me what you think. I LOVE any comments, suggestions, criticism, questions, ideas, guesses, or anything like that. I just REALLY hope that you will review. Please give me advice on what to add in the up-coming chapters!
!!Thank-you!!