The Protector in the Shadow

*Hello! I've been bouncing around many different books, games, and other things and I've decided to start a LOTR story as well. I'm completely useless with this, so please don't be too harsh on me. This is the first story of this sort that I've done. So please use reference to the book, and movies, for different lines I forget to put in locations. Please be helpful and let me know how I'm doing along the way! Please drop by and give my story a try! It's not as bad as the summery makes it out to be! –Ze*

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the LOTR characters, I only own the rights to my own.

Prologue:

Soft eyes watched as the small hobbit boy ran with his friends. Never before had she seen such a creature acting in such a joyous way. She used to hate the hobbit folk; their care free spirit made her detest them, but this boy had changed her mind. His dark ringlets danced on his shoulders as he ran with his red haired friend. Such happy people they were. Her jealousy almost hurt how she could have at one time hated such a pleasant race stunned her. Gandalf the grey was most right about them, and most of all right about the azure eyed boy before her.

"You will meet him soon correct?" The wizard beneath her perch cooed softly, so he wouldn't be heard by the little ones, "Frodo's destiny is intertwined with yours, even if it isn't to your liking." His words were harsh to the fae who sat silently in her spot.

She sat watching with the ghost of a smile on her lips. How free, if only she had experienced such a childhood, her life might have been brighter. And perhaps her view on the world would be softer.

"Yes storm crow, I will meet the boy," she said softly, "I do wish to meet him, the brightness in his eyes warms my long cold soul." her voice soft like a lark's song in the morning air, "The sooner the better, call him over wizard. I must meet the boy I'm bound to." Her voice had started out sarcastic, but soon fell into a calm serious tone. The wizard almost started laughing at her willingness, thinking it a trick or a folly, but by the expression on her face he knew she wasn't either of those things. She was bent on meeting the boy who would change the world.

"Yes, yes. I shall fetch him now." Gandalf said with a dark glaze over his eyes, the tone which escaped his mouth fell dully into the warm summer's air. The woman felt it not important to return a comment, only gracefully leap to the ground, her feet barely making a sound as they landed. She stood crouched for a moment, her face soaking in the moon light falling from the sky. Her hair was long; dipping well past her shoulders when down it landed a hand past her hips, when braided as it always was it came to the small of her back. She was clad in her white tunic and her leather armor which wasn't more than a vest, she didn't need armor, and she wasn't that sort of creature to need such a thing. A pair of brown tights matched the leather around her waist Gandalf soon came back with the little hobbit in tow, who was happily speaking to him about fireworks, and far off places.

The woman stared at the child, who was quiet despite his interactions with his friends. The quiet beauty of the Halfling kept her watching until they stopped on the other side of the hidden meadow.

"Frodo, I have someone I would like you to meet," storm crow said with hesitation in his old voice. His had covering the caution in his eyes, "She is quite important for coming events you see, she will be keeping a very close eye on you in the future." The wizard told the boy ruffling the dark locks of hair on this head.

So small, just a mere boy of 7, and strangely for the first time in three thousand years, the female was caught speechless. This was the boy she has had visions about for decades, finally they would almost all come to pass. She could feel the blood pulsing through her own veins today was the day to recognize the coming events. The events which would shape middle-earth forever.

"Frodo Baggins of the shire." She said finally, slowly walking towards the boy who stood with his head cocked to the side in confusion; of course she must have seemed like a confusing creature to a hobbit boy. "In good time you will be granted with a burden far greater than any other you have faced," she paused looking at him like he was the only creature on the world. Her azure eyes boring into their much paler twin "Do not be disheartened to venture at that time. The task may be frightening, but do not fear. I will always be watching, I will protect you." Her voice echoed softly as she closed in on him.

He was so small compared to her; it made her smile to think that it would almost always be like this. He would be small, she would always have to look down, or kneel to his level.

"Master Gandalf didn't do you justice little hobbit, "she said quietly, lowering herself to her knees so she was eye level with him.

"Thank you for your kind words milady," Frodo's higher pitched voice mused out of his mouth as he fidgeted under her watchful – all knowing gaze, "I do hope to go on an adventure, Uncle Bilbo speaks so highly of them, but I may never get to go." His face downcast with embarrassment and sorrow, he clearly didn't realize his own potential.

"Master Frodo, You will have an adventure of a lifetime." The woman said ruffling the boy's ringlets and letting them fall again. Her hand traced his cheek, "I wanted to meet you once before you forgot me young Master Frodo. Tis a shame it will be many a moon before you lay eyes on me. But by then I'll be locked in shadow." The woman was telling the boy everything while stroking the child's cheek, he was so innocent so childish.

"I'm sure we'll meet again milady! Be it soon, or be it many moons! We'll meet again! I shall remember you! I promise! And when a hobbit promises something they make sure it happens!" the hobbit ranted on before leaping forward to wrap the female in an embrace she herself would never forget, "I won't forget such a kind maiden as yourself." He said which she felt horrid she had almost pushed her young master to tears.

"You won't recognize me at first young master. I know this, but I shall charm you sir, to remember who I am, no matter what form I meet you again in." She cooed softly to the boy running her fingers through his hair one last time before leaning back and standing. She gently touched the middle of his forehead, "I, Lyavain. By the power Eru invested in me, command thee, Frodo Baggins of The Shire, to forget of our speaking. Only to remember it when you lay eyes on the Black wolf in the village of Bree. But may you remember my name, Lyavain Sehama of Gondolin."

At the end of her charm, the boy passed out into her arms she choked back a small mess of tears prickling at the corner of her eyes. Oh god the years would be forever before the boy would see her. So much needed to be done in the time before all faded! The boy was the key to salvation, and it was her job to protect him. Every day she would ask her mother, Jaraera, why it was her who had been chosen by Eru to watch the hobbit boy. Every year she would answer "Because Eru knows you are of the lost race. Do not fret young Ava, You will understand soon." And now she was more than aware of why, she knew that she would be forced to spread herself thin for this boy. But she was more than willing now. She wanted the boy to succeed; she would make sure of it! Even though her visions showed them separating in due time, she knew that they would meet again. On a field of battle. The only problem was how long would Lyavain be forced to wait?

However long it was, she was willing to wait it for her master…

*I hope you liked it! I felt a bit embarrassed writing such a prologue, but hey, it's simply a prologue, the next chapter will be much more informative on who Lyavain is. R&R please! I would like to know what you thought of it so far! It's not much, but it's humble and what I have to offer. - Ze*