I do not own any of the Characters from LOTR, except for my own.

This is my first attempt at a fanfic, please bear with me.

Standing Stones

Introduction:

I stared at my reflection as it whispered on the banks of the river. My long flowing red hair gently kissed my face as a cool breeze began to ignite. I thought back on the times I had spent with him. I thought back when my life was free, when I had a choice. But my choice was fatal, one that I would regret for all of time. I lay back on the grassy banks and closed my eyes. I could envision him just as he was, the last time I saw him. I wasn't free anymore. I wasn't free from this pain, from all the agony that three words had caused me. The power of words is remarkable, either damaging or loving. It started as a great love affair, which turned into deceit, lies, and betrayal, it caused my husband and myself to lose each other's trust and love. See, things began rather strangely. My whole life is based on one simple lie. Or at least I thought it was a simple lie. Who was I really? I couldn't even tell you anymore. I've been so caught up in everything I started to forget the truth. This really all began when my mother had told me I was to be married. What was she thinking? I didn't want to be forced into marriage, especially with someone I have never met. This is was got me agitated. I did not want to be in this situation. I had to leave. Unfortunately, it seems as though it might have been better had I stayed.

Love can bind two people together so strongly that it starts to cloud one's judgment, as it did mine. I once thought that I had love in the palm of my hands, until one fateful day it was taken all away from me in a fit of rage. If it wasn't for him, then all this wouldn't have happened. But now I cannot turn back the hands of time. What's done is done, and I will have to live with the consequences for the rest of my life.

Slowly I opened my eyes, staring straight up into the clouds above me. My thoughts were flooded of him. It had been years passed since he had left. Why was I still feeling this way? I know why; it's because I still love him, and I still believe that I will one day see him again; whether in this world or the next. This is my story.