Dolphin07's attempts to write a Lord of the Rings fic. (
"Moving on, and looking back"
"I don't want to leave this place." The young elf of Rivendell thinks to herself.
Mayalyn was beautiful, not equal to the elegant princess Arwen, but a loveliness that cannot be ignored. Her blue eyes blazed with emotion whenever provoked, and the sadness that clouded them from time to time was enough to send someone to the ends of the world to make her happy. But no one could make those blue eyes shine this night, the night when all the elves of Rivendell made the great pilgrimage to the safe land of their people.
For Centauries the elves of Elrond had lived peacefully in Rivendell, but now, with the growing threat from Isengard and Mordor combined, they must leave.
Mayalyn pulls the grey hood over her curly black hair. Outside her father beckons her to come. Minutes later, she is in the lines of grey figures moving at an almost haunting pace, with flickering lanterns lighting the way. Over the bridge they go, and for a moment, she catches a glimpse of Arwen riding on her snow-white mare, her head lowered adding to the somber state of mind mayalyn can't get out of. They continue on, it's a long way through the forests, a chilled wind blows, and a few strands of hair flutters in front of her pointed ears, and out of the hood. The only place she's ever known in Rivendell, the peaceful, magical vicinity that could never be replaced. She remembered the trees that seemed to talk with each other, leaves that flew up with the wind in a spiral of enchantment; play times with Arwen and her other friends when they would laugh and bounce around. She remembered how they grew up, their first loves, courtship and the whisperings of marriage, remembered the beginnings of Arwen's foolish love for the man Aragorn. The bench of stone she used to sit at and read on, being swept to another time and another place. A horse's whine breaks through the icy air, and Mayalyn looks up just in time to take a step back, allowing a charging horse through. Only after she had done so, did she see that it was Arwen's snow-white mare and, with her hair flying out of her hood, was the princess Arwen. For a moment, most just sat in silence watching until she faded from view. Then they moved on. All the way there where whispers of why she had left, but Mayalyn didn't have to think long to figure it out, and it didn't surprise her that she couldn't leave him. The walk continued until they had at last reached the sea shore.
The water glistened invitingly, but Mayalyn couldn't help looking back at the land that had been her home for countless happy years. In front of her was a pearly white boat, glowing in its magnificence. Already on board, were her friends, family, and a certain special someone who held out his hand. Hesitating, she put her hand on his, and was pulled onto the boat. The land receded gradually, and in the background a voice began to sing, a ballad. The haunting music swam around Mayalyn as she makes a silent vow to return, in another age of the earth perhaps. To walk the lands of her people's home again, once the evil is over, and peace once again rules.
"Moving on, and looking back"
"I don't want to leave this place." The young elf of Rivendell thinks to herself.
Mayalyn was beautiful, not equal to the elegant princess Arwen, but a loveliness that cannot be ignored. Her blue eyes blazed with emotion whenever provoked, and the sadness that clouded them from time to time was enough to send someone to the ends of the world to make her happy. But no one could make those blue eyes shine this night, the night when all the elves of Rivendell made the great pilgrimage to the safe land of their people.
For Centauries the elves of Elrond had lived peacefully in Rivendell, but now, with the growing threat from Isengard and Mordor combined, they must leave.
Mayalyn pulls the grey hood over her curly black hair. Outside her father beckons her to come. Minutes later, she is in the lines of grey figures moving at an almost haunting pace, with flickering lanterns lighting the way. Over the bridge they go, and for a moment, she catches a glimpse of Arwen riding on her snow-white mare, her head lowered adding to the somber state of mind mayalyn can't get out of. They continue on, it's a long way through the forests, a chilled wind blows, and a few strands of hair flutters in front of her pointed ears, and out of the hood. The only place she's ever known in Rivendell, the peaceful, magical vicinity that could never be replaced. She remembered the trees that seemed to talk with each other, leaves that flew up with the wind in a spiral of enchantment; play times with Arwen and her other friends when they would laugh and bounce around. She remembered how they grew up, their first loves, courtship and the whisperings of marriage, remembered the beginnings of Arwen's foolish love for the man Aragorn. The bench of stone she used to sit at and read on, being swept to another time and another place. A horse's whine breaks through the icy air, and Mayalyn looks up just in time to take a step back, allowing a charging horse through. Only after she had done so, did she see that it was Arwen's snow-white mare and, with her hair flying out of her hood, was the princess Arwen. For a moment, most just sat in silence watching until she faded from view. Then they moved on. All the way there where whispers of why she had left, but Mayalyn didn't have to think long to figure it out, and it didn't surprise her that she couldn't leave him. The walk continued until they had at last reached the sea shore.
The water glistened invitingly, but Mayalyn couldn't help looking back at the land that had been her home for countless happy years. In front of her was a pearly white boat, glowing in its magnificence. Already on board, were her friends, family, and a certain special someone who held out his hand. Hesitating, she put her hand on his, and was pulled onto the boat. The land receded gradually, and in the background a voice began to sing, a ballad. The haunting music swam around Mayalyn as she makes a silent vow to return, in another age of the earth perhaps. To walk the lands of her people's home again, once the evil is over, and peace once again rules.