Hello! I just came up with this yesterday night and I wanted to post this to this site. I love the book and the movie :) This is Movieverse and Bookverse, probably leaning towards Movieverse more though. The song that goes with this story is 'Stripped-Shiny Toy Guns'. It goes very well with the prologue. Sorry about any spelling, grammar, etc. errors. Review if you want! I love it when people review (as long as it isn't to flame)

She was use to it, running. She was use to running to keep her life, to keep herself safe. It wasn't anything new or unusual. She was a Lorien after all. The difference between running before and then was that she always had her Keeper with her. He would protect her and comfort her in the worst of situations. He was connected to her and understood her, but now all that was left of him was ashes that flowed through the moonless sky.

She touched the air that use to hold his body. Ash and dust touched her fingers and a liquid touched her hand, tears. She felt a warm liquid trail down her cheeks. Everything had gone terribly wrong. That wasn't meant to happen and it couldn't. She felt as if she could see the evidence of his death, witnessed it even, but she couldn't bring herself to believe that her Keeper was dead. It was as if her whole world was tumbling and there was no way to stop it. Some things are inevitable and she had a feeling that this was no exception.

She heard the rattled and unnatural laugh of Mogadorians. She wasn't surprised that they were near, but having just seen her Keeper's death was enough to dishevel her. She turned her head, accusingly towards the laughter and saw that it was coming around the grass bend. The road lay a few feet away from her and she was kneeled down on the grass.

She stood up and crouched down before pushing herself into the shrub. The shrub scratched at her arms harmlessly. Once inside she turned to look through the small openings that the small plant left. She had to crouch down to not be visible. She saw that Mogadorians come into sight. They dressed in a black except for their unnatural and misshaped faces. They continued to walk by.

She knew that even though she wasn't next in line for her death, it didn't mean that they couldn't seriously injure her.

One of them stopped, a few feet away from her, and sniffed the air, like an animal would to check the environment. She held her breath, tears still visibly streaming down her cheeks. All the rest of the foreign beings watched and waited, patiently. The Mogadorian shook his head as if to state that nothing unusual was here, or unusual for them. The walked obviously on passed the hidden Garde in the bushes. She watched them walk, trying to quell her emotions. Once they were miles away she let out a long, shaky breath. She rubbed the tip of her fingers and the side of her hands over her reddened cheeks, collecting the warm liquid there.

She stood up and looked to her right to make sure that there was no visible sign of the Mogadorians. Once she was clear on her answer she walked towards the grass that once held her Keeper. She kneeled down beside it and touched the grass that still held an imprint of his body. One last tear fell from her eye and she remembered her Lorien Keeper's last words:

"Find him. Warn Him. There coming and you have to help him." He smiled weakly at her and touched her cheek before his hand dropped to the ground and the last of his breath was exhaled.

She opened her eyes and one final tear fell and touched the ground and she promised that that tear would be the last shed from her.

"I will. I promise." She whispered before standing up.

She was going to keep her promise.