So guys, this is my very first published fic! First, I'm not a desperate fan of Tolkien, so history, culture and stuff like that may have some mistakes. Also, English is not my native language, so if there's anything wrong just let me know :).

Tolkien's characters do not belong to me, as everyone knows.

Now, let me tell you a story...

Chapter I

Happy Days

I woke up with the first light of the sun peeping through the thin curtains of the bedroom, smoothing my face against my husband's muscular chest.

"Morning, my love" he said in that hearthfire voice that vibrated through his strong body. A soldier's body.

"We always wake up so early" I complained, still dazed from sleep.

"Don't look like this, my love" he said, playing with a lock of my pale brown hair, and I could hear the smile in his voice.

I couldn't resist that joy he always had within, and, for me, it was like the sun was inside his pale broad chest, warming me. I held him closer to breathe the scent of him, he was home, love and peace.

"We have only a few minutes left" I remarked, running a finger trough the strong line of his jaw and playing with a dark black lock of his hair.

"Would you like to sleep a few more minutes?" he said, smiling at me.

"No, you already spoiled that."

"So what are we to do, my love, until the sun comes out and we have to get up?"

I looked into his beautiful blue eyes and knew that I couldn't be happier to wake up so early.

I was heading to the gardens when I first heard the talk. Orcs were too close again. They weren't a large number, nothing to worry about. Yet, everyone was worried, they were coming closer and more often. Something didn't seem right, and at the same time everyone sensed it, most were quick to deny it, nobody wanted to believe that our hard won peace was at risk. Nobody wanted to believe that war could be over us again.

I was to spend the morning under the sun, caring for the healing garden and playing the flute. I was trying to find out whether or not music helped the plants to grow stronger. I played the human songs my parents used to sing to me, and that I sang to them when they were old. I didn't play the sad song the humans of the village sang as they buried them, for I didn't want the plants to feel sadness. It was a blessing, they said, to die in your sleep, and even a bigger blessing that a couple should die together, so one would never have to live without the other.

I guess I'll never know that, since both my husband and I are immortals. One will never have to live without the other, and I'm glad for that, I had my fill of death and loss.

I played one more merry song for the plants, hoping that it would help them grow stronger. It was time for lunch, and I was hungry. I walked the long way to the dinning hall where Dûrion waited for me at the table and held my slovenly soldier's hand as we waited for the meal.

"How was the shooting practice today?"

Dûrion looked at me with his cocky smile.

"It was easy." I watched as the trail of bread was laid before us, one of the loaves immediately disappearing into my husband's mouth. "I'll be out for a few days." he told me, knowing how upset I would be.

"What is so important that you have to part from me so early after our wedding?"

He took my hand and planted a kiss on the back.

"There are some orcs too close for their own good. It will be only three, four days. It won't be so long."

"I really wish you could be dismissed from this raid. I fear I cannot sleep well on my own anymore." I said, looking at him in a manner as to suggested that sleeping was the least of my concerns and he laughed.

"It seems I will find an angry wife when I return. Please, try not to punish me very harshly, my Hazel."

"Oh, but I will punish you. You are to suffer for all the distress you cause me."

He squeezed my hand with a desirous look of his deeply blue eyes before attacking the food once more.

Hope you enjoyed this Prologue. Please, tell me how you like it, I'm eager to know your opinion! xoxo