Disclaimer : I do not own The Lord of the Rings nor do I own any recogniseable characters. There are a few own characters along with a new city all of my own but I can assure you that this is for my pleasure and hopefully the audience's aswell.
Meg Ishiro : Thank you so much for your review, it was extremely helpfull, I have edited the chapters now. Did you realy like the bit about hte old Queen, I was unsure about it. Thinking people would complain that it wasnt to do with the plot. but it is, This chapter is for you, More of the old Queen.
Eistheria
She waited for it to come, She knew what would be happening as soon as the sun arose. Not that she had ever seen the sun before. As a duty to her kingdom she was forbidden from seeing it, It was evil, It killed. She was forbidden from Light, spending her life sitting alone in a chamber, praying to the gods, doing nothing, living alone. Forbidden from love. Forbidden from seeing the face of a male for to fall in Love was the deepest crime.
These laws had been told many years before, before she was born, before her mother first breathed, before Eistheria was built.
That morn she was not in her chamber, she was not sitting in her room praying, it was another in her place.
She was to be killed, she wanted to be killed. Her loyal people demanded it from her and another took her place. Another child of darkness.
Her name was Rhyyn, she would be Queen now, until she brought death, of course she would, Every Queen brings death and every Queen must pay.
She had managed to be a good Queen, for all her life, Since she was a child. A small child, barely taken from the womb before crowned.
fourteen summers and fourteen winters she had fought off the pestilence by praying, but the gods had turned, wanting another to pray.
The coronation had been yesterday, the new one was old, nearly twenty summers, she was chosen, there was nothing she could do.
There was a knock at the door. A female priest came in carrying towels and water.
" I shall clean you, you cannot go to the gods dirty " said the maid
She looked around with a tear in her eye
" My soul shall still be dirty when you are finished, leave me "
The maid bowed and left. Remembering the time when she had not the cares of Queen on her shoulders.
She knelt down on the marble floor looking upwards, Crossing her hands on her breast she began to speak
" Forgive me "