Disclaimer: I only own the girl in the prologue and the girl in the next chapter. That's all. Anything else that is FAMILIAR most likely belongs to someone else.
Prisoner of the Past
By: Pippin the Hobbit Elf
Prologue
The only thought in her mind was to run. Run, and not look behind her. She knew that she had stayed too long in the safety of Imladris. But she didn't want to face her fears. And now look at the situation she got herself into: No horse, no food, and on the run from the very thing her father had warned her about.
Why did she have to be such an idiot? She knew better then to ignore advice from those of the Wise.
Suddenly, her food came in to contact with a protruding root from the ground, and she fell to the floor with a THUD. As she hit the ground, there was a deafening CRACK, and pain seared through her entire right arm.
"Ai, Elbereth!" she managed to gasp from her place on the ground as an ear piercing screech came from behind her, sending shivers up and down her spine.
Shaking, she pushed herself up with her left arm and quickly looked around. Her sharp eyesight picked up the tiny pinprick of light about a mile away. She was almost at her destination.
As she ran, she could feel the evil getting closer, and she knew her time was getting short - and fast.
With the light getting closer, the being behind her began falling behind, and so she began to slow down. But alas, that was her fatal mistake.
The creature of the night noticed the lack of speed coming from the blonde figure in front of him, and he knew that now was his chance.
He urged his horse to put on a burst of speed, startling his prey, and causing her to stop her fleeing from pure fear. The creature laughed, relishing the fact that fear was his main weapon.
And that was when the deadly horseman attacked. He slid off of his horse with a swish of his long, black robes. He strode over to the lithe figure in front of him, who stood there, trembling, unable to move.
With a lunge so quick that only an Elf had a hope in Mordor of following, he stabbed the girl in the stomach, twisting the blade left and right, allowing it to dig deeper in to the soft flesh that he had penetrated.
The blonde girl let out a short scream as her body collapsed from the intensity of the pain, her wounds one too many for her to manage.
As her vision blurred, the shadow vanished with a screech. With a final, shuddering gasp, she let the inky blackness of unconsciousness take over her.
A/N: well, there's the prologue. The title may or may not stick. Depends on if I get any ideas. My brain is lacking the creativity I usually have ever since I heard that my friend's dad had committed suicide. His memorial service is in ten hours (it's three am here in England), so I don't know when I'll be updating any more...So, please review...at least three reviews to get the first chapter, please.
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