F.A 1486 Ithilien
Raen Vanyawen, a Watcher of Draugan devised a preposterous plan - slay Legolas Greenleaf the Elflord of Ithilien. Believing the Elves were trying to steal the Draugan Forest from the Woses, Raen was determined to slay Legolas to dr...
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The sun burned bright and high over the slopes and hills and rivers of East Ithilien, the quiet village of Brook had yet another hot weather day. Surrounded by oaks and beeches and elms and palm trees growing lush and green, Brook is a beautiful valley with a river bending round it.
Indeed, it is a fair land of climbing woods and leaping streams, a valley with gentle slopes, southern air filled with nature mixed by the moist winds from the distant sea. Where sweet smelling herbs and shrubs grew and a vast array of tree species grew tall and huge.
In the blue river water, Namir paddled back to the riverbank sweating heavily, his little boat made ripples through the calm waters. The boy caught a few trout, enough to make his mother and father proud. Glimpse of joy surfaced his lips as he whistled and hummed a lively tune as the sparrows chirped above the trees. Lunch would be good, he thought, and his stomach rumbled and churned. Far across the river, his older brother awaits. Namir made haste knowing the sun would soon cook the fish he caught before his mother could.
Suddenly, something nudged his boat, then the current rocked it harder that his nose almost touched the bended wood. A log! Namir cocked his head to see what goodness struck his little woodky. To his surprise, it was a body on a floating log, head resting on the dried trunk, the body seemed lifeless. 'Blimey! Blimey!' heart leaping out he screamed.
It was indeed a body clothed in deep green, black as raven was her hair. Namir was just a boy of ten, too young to think of helping the mysterious woman at first, and he was alone on his little boat. He poked the woman's head with a wooden rod he got. Her head tilted revealing her face, cold had turned her lips slightly blue, her skin snow.
It was a human, no, an elf, he thought, for though her ears were unlike the Elves, she wore clothes that can only belong to Elves. The woman coughed startling the lad even more. 'She's alive,' he bellowed with much delight.
Far across the river, his brother Amir jumped onto his boat and paddled towards him.
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A/N The prologue is the epilogue of my previous book. I decided to put it here as a teaser for those who haven't read The Ire of Winter. It took time publishing this book because I had to research and read the LoTR books + The Silmarillion + The Hobbit, for I wanted to give you a more Middle Earth feel when reading each chapters. I am an amateur writer and I'm open to criticisms so feel free to leave your thoughts.
Thank you [your name]...for taking time checking this book. Though I can't personally thank you for it, my thanks will be whispered to Vala. :)
