Waves frantically. Hi everyone! Yes, I'm back for round two. Are you frightened? Can't blame you there. I would be, too. Anywho...
This is the sequel to 'The Silent Prince'---number two in the Fate's Choice series---so if this stuff doesn't make sense to you, I hope that's why. This WILL BE SLASH by the time it is over, and will also have an OC romance. If you don't like that---And I can't say that I blame you. I actually hate reading OC romances, and am still trying to figure out why the hell I'm writing one. Anyway, if either of these things bother you, Then go no further. I would want you to insult either my intelligence or yours by sending a nasty email saying you don't like slash or OC romances and hope I burn in hell for writing one. Cause then I will direct you right back here and say 'I told you so.' Then you'll look pretty stupid, and that's never fun.
Disclaimer: The characters do not belong to me in any shape, form or fashion. They all sprang from the brilliant mind of J.R.R. Tolkien. Well, except for Ylana. She belongs to my pet, black-winged demon, so you'll have to fight him for her. And I'll warn you, he bites. The story titles does not belong to me. Heck, neither do the chapter titles. They all belong to T.S. Elliot. Now, with all that stuff said and done, on with the show!
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World's End
Prologue
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For Thine is the Kingdom
For Thine is
Life is
For Thine is the
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper
------------------T.S. Elliot
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Is this how it's going to end?
This is one possibility that never crossed my mind. Silence. Naught but a whisper to mark the passing from life to death. It seems to unfair to our kind.
I have been a warrior myself for the past thirteen years. Before then, I served as both daughter and sister to renowned warriors. I have been raised on tales of glory and have been the subject of a few tales of my own. Not a story has ever been told to a wide-eyed child of any race that did not involve an Elf. Even the Dwarves have not forgotten us in their stories, though we are not always portrayed in a positive light. We are mystical, ethereal beings untouched by time. Everything we do is nothing short of extraordinary.
Even our deaths.
Elves can only die of two different means: in battle or of a broken heart. Disease is a concept that we simply do not understand.
At least until now.
How could this have happened? Never once have I heard of an Elf becoming sick. But, as I once again stand at the entrance to my beautiful home, they are all around me. Sick Elves. Dying Elves.
We had hoped that he was the only one, that it hadn't spread, but there are so many others... Some whom I have never seen, some whose faces spark memories, some whose names pass my lips, some I have known since childhood, and two... Two I love. One is a friend, and the other is a long-time companion. But I want him to be so much more...
How could this be happening? They are both strong, had fought many battles that seemed impossible and come out on top. Both were known throughout Middle-Earth as warriors with unsurpassable skill. Neither should have succumbed to this new darkness so quickly.
And what of me? What of my own continuing sagas of glory? I am one but a few female Elven warriors on Middle-Earth, a hero in the eyes of my people. Is this to be my fate as well? Is my world to end, not with the bang that I expected, but a soft whimper?
----------Ylana Fairylight
This is the sequel to 'The Silent Prince'---number two in the Fate's Choice series---so if this stuff doesn't make sense to you, I hope that's why. This WILL BE SLASH by the time it is over, and will also have an OC romance. If you don't like that---And I can't say that I blame you. I actually hate reading OC romances, and am still trying to figure out why the hell I'm writing one. Anyway, if either of these things bother you, Then go no further. I would want you to insult either my intelligence or yours by sending a nasty email saying you don't like slash or OC romances and hope I burn in hell for writing one. Cause then I will direct you right back here and say 'I told you so.' Then you'll look pretty stupid, and that's never fun.
Disclaimer: The characters do not belong to me in any shape, form or fashion. They all sprang from the brilliant mind of J.R.R. Tolkien. Well, except for Ylana. She belongs to my pet, black-winged demon, so you'll have to fight him for her. And I'll warn you, he bites. The story titles does not belong to me. Heck, neither do the chapter titles. They all belong to T.S. Elliot. Now, with all that stuff said and done, on with the show!
-------------------
World's End
Prologue
---------------------
For Thine is the Kingdom
For Thine is
Life is
For Thine is the
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper
------------------T.S. Elliot
----------------------
Is this how it's going to end?
This is one possibility that never crossed my mind. Silence. Naught but a whisper to mark the passing from life to death. It seems to unfair to our kind.
I have been a warrior myself for the past thirteen years. Before then, I served as both daughter and sister to renowned warriors. I have been raised on tales of glory and have been the subject of a few tales of my own. Not a story has ever been told to a wide-eyed child of any race that did not involve an Elf. Even the Dwarves have not forgotten us in their stories, though we are not always portrayed in a positive light. We are mystical, ethereal beings untouched by time. Everything we do is nothing short of extraordinary.
Even our deaths.
Elves can only die of two different means: in battle or of a broken heart. Disease is a concept that we simply do not understand.
At least until now.
How could this have happened? Never once have I heard of an Elf becoming sick. But, as I once again stand at the entrance to my beautiful home, they are all around me. Sick Elves. Dying Elves.
We had hoped that he was the only one, that it hadn't spread, but there are so many others... Some whom I have never seen, some whose faces spark memories, some whose names pass my lips, some I have known since childhood, and two... Two I love. One is a friend, and the other is a long-time companion. But I want him to be so much more...
How could this be happening? They are both strong, had fought many battles that seemed impossible and come out on top. Both were known throughout Middle-Earth as warriors with unsurpassable skill. Neither should have succumbed to this new darkness so quickly.
And what of me? What of my own continuing sagas of glory? I am one but a few female Elven warriors on Middle-Earth, a hero in the eyes of my people. Is this to be my fate as well? Is my world to end, not with the bang that I expected, but a soft whimper?
----------Ylana Fairylight