Sing upon the Stars

By K-chan^-^

Authors note:  Well here it is… my first attempt at writing LOTR fiction.. . *is frightened*  Please don't flame me too much… I tried...  I don't own LOTR, but I'm sure you knew that much... hehe.  This isn't one of the modern day girl gets transported to Middle Earth (tho lord knows I love them) but it does have an original character.  Hehe and it will involve Legolas.  I have only seen the movie and I'm almost done the first book… so it may take me a while to finish.  Oh and its going to be a mix of the movie and the book .

If you don't like Mary-Sue's don't read them, this fic has an original character.. but I don't think she is an Mary Sue.

Some things you need to know:

Ilayndra is pronounced "ee-lawn-dra" I know that's not how it would be in Quenya… but well work with me here .

Pretend that Anórien is an Elven Kingdom, and that all sorts of people live there.

The rest should work itself out.  Remember!  Be nice .;;

Chapter 1  Nightmares begin

The screams surrounded her, the darkness crowding closer and closer.  She could feel the pain of the trees [JJH1] as they were burned to the ground or ripped up by their roots, groping blindly through the pitch black that veiled her sight, hoping to find one thing, one person she held dear.  But the only thing she felt were the burning fingers of the fire that had engulfed her home.  A light penetrated her vision now, orange, yellow, blue and white reached for her, the burning tips licked at her arms and legs, still she fought on.  Someone!  Anyone!  Father!  Mother!  Please answer me… but no one heeded her call.  It was as if she was in a world of her own, shrouded by darkness and covered in flames.  Gradually her sight returned, the picture before her was clear and precise, what she saw brought her to her knees.

Lying before her in a crumpled heap were the bodies of obvious noble descent.  Their once fine robes were singed and covered in blood.  The woman's once brilliant golden hair was matted with blood and blackened at the edges, her dead, storm blue eyes reflected nothing more than flames.  The body that lay beside her could have been a man, for it had the shape but it was hacked into pieces, missing an arm and its head.  The girl stepped back in horror.  Mother… Father… she continued to back up until her back came in contact with something hard and sharp.  Spinning around, she came face to face with a tall figure whose face was partially covered in darkness.  Reaching out one clawed, armored hand he grasped for her neck. 

Come to me little one.   A voice seemed to rasp inside her head.  The mouth that had penetrated through the darkness smirked and it's lips parted.  "You and the ring are mine."

His mouth moved, but no sound came out.  Instinctively she screamed.

"Lady!  Lady!"  an urgent voice broke through the haze in her mind.

Jerking awake the girl sat up, her breathing was heavy and labored, sweat poured off her forehead.  A dream?  It was all just a nightmare?  No.  Her home had been destroyed, the great Elf kingdom of Anórien was destroyed.

"Lady Ilayndra?"  a soft voice floated into her thoughts.

She blinked and shook her head, bringing a hand over her eyes.  "Are you alright?"

Turning she faced a bright eyed elf.  He was smiling concernedly down at her.  "Yes, I am fine, a nightmare nothing more."

Sympathy washed over the male elf's face as he sat down beside her.  "Anórien?"

Ilayndra sighed and pulled the blanket that covered her and wrapped it around her shoulders.  "Yes.  I keep seeing them over and over, the flames, the bodies…" she gripped her head as if to ward off the offending images.

The male elf sighed also, his blond hair falling over and obscuring his face.  He nodded, "I too have the same dreams.  T[JJH2] TThe beautiful forest, burned to the ground.  The ground littered with bodies.  I regret that we were not there to help."

She made a small sound of affirmation then sighed again gloomily.  "Not in all my two thousand years have I seen such destruction.  Why Angaldo?  Why would anyone do such a thing?"   Tears sprung to her eyes.

"Only the Dark Lord knows my Lady, but time will tell what it is he wanted."  His voice was soft and slightly comforting.

"Etlenna?"

He shook his head adamantly.  "No.  Not Exiled, you should know that Khíril, for we will have a place in the house of Elrond."

Tilting her head and looking at the blond elf beside her, a small smile, if you could call it that, tugged at her lips.  "I suppose your right, Lord Elrond is my kinsman, and we will be welcomed there.  The sunrises, rouse the others, we must move on.  We must reach Imlandris by early afternoon."

"Yes my lady."  With a nod of his head he leaped gracefully to his feet and strode away to wake the others in their group.

Ilayndra looked up at the rising sun, she had neglected to mention the shadow that had invaded her dream.  This nightmare was different than the others that had frequented her on their journey from the ruins of her homeland to the lush forest surrounding Rivendell.  A shadow, darker than a starless, moonless night had been there, waiting for something.  She twirled the ring that sat on her left hand a moment then rose and joined her party.

A young hobbit wandered amidst the flowers and trees that made up one of the many gardens in Rivendell.  His mind weighed heavily on the little gold circle that lay in his pocket.  His job was done, right?  He had brought the ring to Rivendell and now he could go home.  However something told him that it wasn't going to be that easy.  He sighed and sat down on one of the benches that stood a few feet off the path.  Looking around he took in his beautiful surroundings.  The tall deciduous trees shadowed the small brick path that led down from the main house.  Flowers of many shades, colours and varieties sprung up everywhere;;; some even in the middle of the path.  Bushes and shrubs that were somewhat bare as it was the middle of winter, were dispersed beneath the trees.  Sunlight glinted off the pond that lay across the path from where he sat.  Ducklings that were not quite babies, yet not quite adults danced around their parents in the water, bringing a smile to the hobbits face.

"It is beautiful here is it not?"

He glanced up to meet the merry eyes of the old wizard as he sat himself beside him.  "Yes, it is quite exquisite."

"That it is my boy."

The old wizard pulled a pipe out from his robe and lit the end.  He sat puffing contemplatively, his bushy eyebrows twitching now and then and his eyes drifting shut now and then.  "Is there something I could help you with Gandalf?"

The wizard looked at the hobbit from the corner of his eyes.  "Lord Elrond has summoned the council, he has decided we cannot wait any longer for stragglers."

The boy nodded his head and said nothing.  The two sat in silence for a long time until the hobbit could take it no longer.  "What do you think the council will decide Gandalf?"

Gandalf stopped puffing for a moment and raised his eyes skyward.  "I do not know, Frodo, I do not know.  But it is time that we be heading toward the balcony, the others will be waiting, and we must not keep Lord Elrond waiting."

Levering himself with[JJH3] his warped staff, Gandalf rose and made his way down the path.  Frodo fingered the ring in his pocket then with out a word followed the old wizard.

Woo end of chapter one.. what do you think?  Review..please?

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