Prologue

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Disclaimer: I didn't have anything to do with the LotR book and movie. Tolkien is the genius behind that, and Peter Jackson an interpreter.

Note: This is going to be the only author's note on this so I'll cover everything. This is not going to be a Mary Sue, though romance does come into the story quite a bit. Follows a mixture of events of the book and movie and some of my own ideas of plot since this is fan fiction, thus giving me the power to do my will. Sorry about spelling and/or grammar errors, sometimes I tend to miss them (too lazy sometimes) but I'll do my best.

Reviews and Constructive Criticism are savoured but please do not flame, you read this of your own free will; you don't have to read this story so don't criticise it, you should just worry about your own, get the hint?

By the way, this is not a Glorfindel story (unfortunately for he is a cool character) and he does not care for the main character in an intimate way. Just strong friendship.

Lastly, just to those who don't know, in the book the fellowship was in Rivendell for a month before they set off on the journey, and that's when most events will happen.

Enjoy.

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Gandalf was on one of his trips to Mirkwood.

It was a beautiful night full of elvan music and song that made ones heart swell in happiness.

After the feast and the dancing began, Gandalf was led into the circle of the young children of Mirkwood who desired a tale. Gandalf only smiled, and was happy to abide by the children's wishes. The children wanted a sad story.

"Once upon a time, there was a Lord and Lady"-

"Where they elves?" A little girl sitting just in front of Gandalf asked, her golden locks shinning around her shoulders and blue eyes twinkling. She was going to be a breath-taking adult, but still her body and youthful face looked like one of a mortal five-year-old.

Gandalf smiled, elder and adult elves began to move around the circle, also listening and enlightened at the children's enthusiasm towards the wizard's story.

"No," said Gandalf, as if it were something grand and unheard of. "They were humans, and very noble people."

"Is this going to be a scary story, Gandalf?" Gandalf looked amongst the older youths, seeing Legolas Greenleaf, his arms crossed and his face bright with a playful smile on his lips. He was one of the few male youths unaccompanied by a maiden friend.

Gandalf looked down in thought. "Very much so, Thanduilion."

"Then continue!" Legolas beamed, happy from his couple cups of ale.

Gandalf did so, and turned his happy gaze back to the children's widened and excited eyes. "Well, where was I before that little interruption," he teased, and the listeners giggled, including Legolas for he was a sort that could take a jest with a smile, "Oh, yes! The Lady was a lovely bride, and the Lord a handsome man-one that could make even your mothers blush!" The maidens giggled, "Yet they were very young, in human terms, for marriage-but love is a fickle thing that you beautiful children will one day find out yourselves! Well, one day, the Lady and her escorts were travelling to Lothlorien"-

"Why wasn't the Lord with her?" The same little girl asked.

Gandalf's eyebrows rose. "I don't know, child." He answered. "But, anyway, the maiden was on her way. When suddenly"-two fire rockets shoot up from behind Gandalf's back and screamed like thunder, giving the children frights and making the adults laugh from the humorous reaction from the children, and also that it had given the adults a small shock also, "Orcs came to do some awful bidding, and they sent away the Lady's escorts, but kept the maiden."

The little girl's eyes were wide. "What happened to her?" She asked.

Gandalf looked up to the sky, seeing the rockets explode into a bomb of reds and purples and as the sparkles fell, it seemed as if they joined and changed the sky into a window as if he was looking through it and that showed his tale as he spoke.

"The Lady was taken as a slave, but the thought of her beloved husband made the pain seem unimportant compared to the child growing in her stomach. But magic was a dangerous weapon, for when the dark forces behind the orcs found out about the Lady's child once the cycle of childbirth came, they created a horrible spell"-

Laughter was no longer, only silence as everyone listened to Gandalf's story.

"What did the spell do, Gandalf?" Asked a young elf.

Gandalf coughed. "The spell was placed on the child, and was a horrible one indeed. The dark 'power' wanted the child to stay with him in the night, so he worked a spell that made the child unable to feel the sunshine. The Sorcerer cursed the child's skin so if the sun was ever to shine on it, then it would burn. The Sorcerer was to take the child as an apprentice, but in the dead of the night, the Lady stole her child from the Sorcerer's chamber and escaped. But the Lady had suffered a cruel, fatal injury and was exhausted from the childbirth, and was slowly dying. But, as she began to fear that she would not be able to save her child, a small group of travellers passed by and they picked up the struggling woman and baby. The Lady recognised a dear friend amongst the travellers and with her last words, she told her friend of what curse had come upon her baby, and the friend believed every word and as the Lady closed her eyes, the friend vowed to keep the child under her protection and love."

The girl frowned. "Is that a true story?"

Gandalf chuckled and stared into a fire on a torch. "Of course not."