***************************Prologue******************************
Disclaimer: Obviously, anything you recognize is not mine.
* * * When you are seventeen, everything is so obvious. You weren't meant to be crown prince. You were meant to have at least a little adventure before you accept the endless responsibilities of royalty. But your father, being the stubborn man he is, will never let you do that. So, what can you do? What else? Run Away!
* * * At first thought, this is easy enough. And when you are a seventeen- year-old elf, and a rather headstrong one at that, first thought is as far as you get. So of course, you go. You dress in your plainest clothes, take some lembas and you go.
* * * After you've walked few miles, you wonder, where exactly am I going? Oh well, that's not really a major problem. If you walk in one direction long enough, you're bound to get somewhere. Still, it would be nice to know where you are going. Rivendell? No, there everyone knows you and they would just tell your father where you are.
* * * Who cares? You're finally free! You eat some of the bread and then you sleep. The routine is the same the next day, and the day after that. You walk, eat, walk, eat, walk, eat and rest. It's starting to get rather boring. But on the third day, you reach the edge of the forest. You wonder 'Is my father looking for me ?'. That day you walk across the plains. And on the fourth day you see... A city of Men!
Author's Note: That was short. I know. Tough it out. I will write more over Thanksgiving. Hopefully a lot more. (The author should probably be writing her Global essay in the car, but do you think she will actually do it?) Please review! I know there's not much to review, but do it anyway, for me.
-Thanks for reading this -Katrose
Disclaimer: Obviously, anything you recognize is not mine.
* * * When you are seventeen, everything is so obvious. You weren't meant to be crown prince. You were meant to have at least a little adventure before you accept the endless responsibilities of royalty. But your father, being the stubborn man he is, will never let you do that. So, what can you do? What else? Run Away!
* * * At first thought, this is easy enough. And when you are a seventeen- year-old elf, and a rather headstrong one at that, first thought is as far as you get. So of course, you go. You dress in your plainest clothes, take some lembas and you go.
* * * After you've walked few miles, you wonder, where exactly am I going? Oh well, that's not really a major problem. If you walk in one direction long enough, you're bound to get somewhere. Still, it would be nice to know where you are going. Rivendell? No, there everyone knows you and they would just tell your father where you are.
* * * Who cares? You're finally free! You eat some of the bread and then you sleep. The routine is the same the next day, and the day after that. You walk, eat, walk, eat, walk, eat and rest. It's starting to get rather boring. But on the third day, you reach the edge of the forest. You wonder 'Is my father looking for me ?'. That day you walk across the plains. And on the fourth day you see... A city of Men!
Author's Note: That was short. I know. Tough it out. I will write more over Thanksgiving. Hopefully a lot more. (The author should probably be writing her Global essay in the car, but do you think she will actually do it?) Please review! I know there's not much to review, but do it anyway, for me.
-Thanks for reading this -Katrose