I'm redoing my story. Please, if you like it, review! This is my first
fanfic, so bear with me. Thank you.
Dis.- You know the drill. I own nothing of Tolkein's.
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She picked up her basket of fruit, bread, and dried meat. Nairn knew if she stayed in the market any longer her mother would come searching for her. The small village of Willowvale was tight nit and very close. If something happened to anyone in the town, the entire village knew. Nothing was secret, and her mother would immediately find out where she was if she asked but a single person. She hated the tiny village; she wanted new, exciting experiences.
Nairn was a simple farm girl. She had a thin frame and long, flowing black hair, usually kept back in a braid. Her features were pleasant, though not overwhelmingly beautiful. The only thing unusual about this very usual girl was her bright, piercing emerald eyes. They shone like precious jewels and held much wisdom for a girl of seventeen. She would marry Khalil, the son of a local farmer, on her eighteenth. It had been arranged at her birth. She would learn to be a good housewife, bear his children and lead an ordinary life; a boring life. a life resented.
She had heard of the elves, dwarfs, hobbits, and wizards, and longed to be with them. Dreams of going on adventure of endless peril and thrill filled her every thought. Farm life became tedious, and she longed for the days of the Fellowship, for all that had heard the tale were enticed by it.
The village consisted only of three dozen dwellings, ranging from tumbledown shacks, to large estates and the town center. a few shops, a hostel and a tavern were scattered over the community, as well as the meeting house and church. There was a humble marketplace selling both local crops and a few delicacies.
It was at this marketplace that Nairn first heard the whispers. The whispers of the three blonde men on horsebacks...
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Suspense.... woot woot... not really... oh well... I'll post again when I can. If I get any reviews.
Dis.- You know the drill. I own nothing of Tolkein's.
*¤*.¸¸.·´¨`»*«´¨`·. ¸¸.*¤*
She picked up her basket of fruit, bread, and dried meat. Nairn knew if she stayed in the market any longer her mother would come searching for her. The small village of Willowvale was tight nit and very close. If something happened to anyone in the town, the entire village knew. Nothing was secret, and her mother would immediately find out where she was if she asked but a single person. She hated the tiny village; she wanted new, exciting experiences.
Nairn was a simple farm girl. She had a thin frame and long, flowing black hair, usually kept back in a braid. Her features were pleasant, though not overwhelmingly beautiful. The only thing unusual about this very usual girl was her bright, piercing emerald eyes. They shone like precious jewels and held much wisdom for a girl of seventeen. She would marry Khalil, the son of a local farmer, on her eighteenth. It had been arranged at her birth. She would learn to be a good housewife, bear his children and lead an ordinary life; a boring life. a life resented.
She had heard of the elves, dwarfs, hobbits, and wizards, and longed to be with them. Dreams of going on adventure of endless peril and thrill filled her every thought. Farm life became tedious, and she longed for the days of the Fellowship, for all that had heard the tale were enticed by it.
The village consisted only of three dozen dwellings, ranging from tumbledown shacks, to large estates and the town center. a few shops, a hostel and a tavern were scattered over the community, as well as the meeting house and church. There was a humble marketplace selling both local crops and a few delicacies.
It was at this marketplace that Nairn first heard the whispers. The whispers of the three blonde men on horsebacks...
*¤*.¸¸.·´¨`»*«´¨`·. ¸¸.*¤*
Suspense.... woot woot... not really... oh well... I'll post again when I can. If I get any reviews.