I do not own any of the Lord of the Rings characters. This is my first story and it might not be very good but well I'm working on it. I'd appreciate constructive criticism and I just want to make my writing better. This is story based on the Lord of the Rings movies but with my own twist. I'd appreciate any reviews you people might have/suggestions and I hope you enjoy this story.
There she lay gasping for breath, tossing violently like a storm on open water. Silent cries of pain echo through her body as her heart races. In her head images of torment and pain flash like lightning. One scene plays over and over again.
She's in a field with a thick hazy black sky overhead. There are orcs everywhere and the foul stench beyond description burns every hair in her nostrils. She searches frantically for her loved ones and in the distance she is able to make out the silhouette of her brother.
She cries out, throat burning, "Michael, Michael."
She dodges and races towards him and she can see him clearly now. The images slow down; she stops, her brother turns his head and their eyes lock. Then he turns back towards the orc in front of him and tries to battle bravely. She can see it coming, she can feel death looming. She returns to running toward him crying out in horror. It is then that she sees the massive orc take his sword and ram it into her brother's chest. Fear and pain paralyze her and he turns his head back towards her as he begins his fall to the cold, muddy ground. Death is in his graying eyes and he mouths I love you.
Pain is all she feels now. It rips through her body like a tornado. She cries out in pain from the memory, which has cut her heart all too deep. The scene just keeps playing out in her mind while guilt and pain begin to drown her soul. Yet suddenly she is being shaken and she awakes from this nightmare of memories. Aragorn holds her, gently rocking her back and forth as the tears flow down her creamy skin. She shakes and coldness ripples through her whole body.
"Which one this time little one?" He asks softly.
"Michael," she replies in a bare whisper with her eyes glazed over with tears.
He slowly nods and kisses her on the forehead as he continues to rock her gently. After an hour or so her eyelids once again become heavy as exhaustion takes hold of her and she begins to slowly fall asleep once more, this time with some peace. Yet he waits, always holding her, wishing he could make the pain go away, wishing he could heal her wounds and take this curse form her grasp. Eventually he gently lays her back down on the bed, kissing her one last time on the forehead. Then he rises; walks to the door and with one last caring look, slips away. If only he could take her pain away, take her hurt, take her curse; he would do so in a heartbeat.
Aragorn returnes to his room pushing open the big oak door. The flickering light of the candles dance across his face as he lay back on the warm covers of his bed. Life had not been kind to his family, especially his little sister. He shuts his eyes as he remembers the begining of the nightmare.