the story of two eternal beings...
...who cross paths again after long years
all rights to the writings of 'rings of power' and j. r. r. tolkien accept for my own character(s) and storyline
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Tirharad was a beautiful little village and a good change of scenery. Nirema had built herself a small house just outside the village and grew fruit and vegetables there to either sell or trade them in the village.
With a large basket under her arm, she was on her way to the village. Hopping and humming, she took in the fresh air and the smell of the flowers and was just before the entrance to the village.
A few children ran towards her. "Rema, Rema!" they called, laughing, as they made a few turns around the young woman. "Are you going to tell us one of your stories again?" asked a little girl with big eyes. Nirema smiled at her and poked her on the nose: "Later, you little robbers because first I have to sell some food." With these words, she emerged from the crowd of small people, but not without throwing them a few small apples, and entered the village and went straight to her little stall.
She hadn't even finished emptying her basket when a few villagers gathered to buy and trade from her stall. She traded furs for the winter for large pumpkins, sold a sack full of wild berries for 2 silver coins, traded fabrics for all kinds of vegetables and much more. But what she liked most here was the feeling of togetherness. Since she came to this village a few years ago, she had nothing but open arms, she didn't feel like an outsider, unlike the last village she stopped in. This community of a village stuck together, something that Nirema admired about the people. Everyone here knew each other and could laugh together.
The day came to an end and Nirema packed everything that didn't sell back into her basket and went to the tavern to have another drink before she went home, and she also promised the children a story. She sat down at a table in the corner and ordered a mug of beer. Bronwyn brought it to her. "You look sad, is everything OK, my dear?" Nirema asked her. She nodded: "It's just that Arondir is back and there was a little argument." Nirema gave a quiet 'Hm' and took a sip of the beer.
The children ran in. "REMA, A STORY," they called, shuffling around their table. Nirema smiled and put her feet on the table. "Well, what story should it be today?" she asked the group. "How about a story from the first age?" Waldreg called from his counter.
She smiled: "Not a bad idea, old fellow. A story of the first age, then.
Once upon a time, more than four thousand years ago, there was a little girl, no more than five years old. She had the misfortune of being born in the dark times of Morgoth. Times were hard for the girl's family because they were trying to gain a foothold in what is now the Southlands, with other people. But Morgoth did not like this. He sent his cruellest general, Oren, a dark elf. He slaughtered their newly built village with his band of orcs. He only seemed to pity the girl. He found her hiding in a cupboard. Blood spattered her face and she had an expression of shock and horror. He just glanced at her and disappeared.
Not a day went by when the girl did not think of the elf with the black hair."
"Rema, were you the girl?" asked one of the children. Nirema nodded: "My family was slaughtered that day and not a day goes by that I don't miss them." The children came around the table and hugged the young woman. "But, as cruel as it may sound now, I'm glad it happened that way, otherwise I wouldn't have met you all," she said and smiled at the group.
She drank her mug of beer and stood up, picked up her basket and went to the door: "Good night and see you tomorrow my friends."
Nirema was woken up the next morning by a knock on her door. It was Bronwyn, banging on her door like a madwoman. "Nirema, Nirema, are you there? We need you, please," she called. She grumbled, stood up, threw a small blanket over herself and opened the door. "Oh, thank God. We found something and we need you. In the settlement not far from here," she said urgently. "It should be urgent, because getting me out of bed at such an early hour is, ahh, I don't know. Let me put my shoes on quickly and I'll be right there," Nirema said, slightly groggy. Inside her house, she put on her shoes and put a small knife in the back pocket of her skirt. She stepped outside, where Arondir and Bronwyn were already waiting for her. "Where to?" Nirema asked as she stepped next to Arondir. "To the east, that's where the man said his cow had wandered," said Arondir.
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(A/N): The villagers are aware of what Nirema is. I just decided to not include it just in case anyone wonders.
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