Elemental

The strange world

Many years ago a beast was brought to Middle Earth from an unlikely world. A world ruled by men. A world where wizards,elves and dark lords have no power. Yet a world where evil lurked it was.
From this world came a beast so powerful,it spelled doom for Middle Earth. Of dragons they feared the fire. But for this creature bore much more. Only to expel itself from Middle Earth before the eyes of the very warriors that fought it.
But the mind can easily be deceived. For the beast was not slain,but reborn.

Yet its story has become legend. Legend became myth. And now myth is forgotten.

Below the surface of which the great battle against the beast was ended lay a young lost maiden. Engulfed by the darkness within the fissure.
The cold of the night did not bother her much for the very flames that protected the beast protected her within. She awakened only to find herself in a place she did not know. Not even her memory aided her where only the moon lit right over her head. From deep in the ground she could see the stars twinkling and the moon shining,the only light she has seen since she awoke.

She lay tired yet restless to find a way out. Without much hope,the young lady drifted into an uneasy sleep. The following days were as grim as her awakening. The sun beating down on her bare skin,the smell of ashes ever lingering. All that could be done is hope and wish for salvation.

A fortnight had passed. The smell of ash and smoke was completely gone. Confused,she sat in a wide field of grass and hills. The smell of morning due crept about and the sky was pale. Ever ready to greet the sun. "Hey dol! Merry dol! Ring a ding dillo!" A voice sang cheerfully from a distance. "Help!" The young maiden pleaded,searching the grey-green hilltops."Help me,please! Im over here!" Her voice trembled in the vast distance as she waved her arms into the air. The mist was still fresh yet she could see a shadow approaching. Suddenly a tall yellow hat with a feather popped up from a hilltop from the west. "Help me please! I dont know where I am!"
Up came an old bearded man wearing yellow boots.  In his hand he held a brown coat which seemed to be worn out. The man smiled and handed it to the lady as he hopped about in nonsense songs. She thanked him for his kindness.

He dressed oddly,as if from a distant time. But any help was good help. "Come along and follow me. For your time of fear is over. Tom shall lead the way. Follow my friend. Tom has waited for the day that the lost lady reveal herself in the light of day" He chanted. "A lady fair and young. In the night where the moon's light is brightest she comes and roams the forest. Taking with her those willing to come. But never do they return to be seen again. For rumors say the lost lady takes them to the ground below. Where the shadows lie and grow. Loswen they call her for that is her name. From a distant land she once came." The old man said in song. The lady looked at him with such doubt and curiosity. Weighing in her mind to trust or not this odd man who called himself Tom. "Who is this lady you speak of,Tom?" He gave a clap and skipped about. "The lady of the night some call her. A beast at wait,others say. But Tom believes she is but a lost lady,for this he calls her Loswen. Soon after they too call her that. But the fear remained in the hearts of many for no one has seen them since." "Who?" The lady asked. "The beasts and men enchanted by her beauty. Those that seek the fire in the dark woods and never come back. Some say they see those very men follow a lady dressed in red. To the Barrow Downs she leads them. But for where and why exactly they do not know."

"Who is this Loswen?" Tom stopped on his tracks and faced the lady. "Loswen does not know where or why she is. But Tom knows. The one that lead now follows. And the ones that followed are now gone." Tom turned and hopped about again. Leading her over the hills. She pondered on his riddles silently as she followed. "I get it!" She said at length. "Am I Loswen? Am I the lost lady?" Tom nodded.

Everything was silent for the past few hours,apart from Tom's singing. But soon the young lady got curious and asked. "Where are we?' Tom skipped three times and answered. "We are in my country. The Barrow Downs exactly. West of Bree and East of the Shire!" "Is your town far from London?" "Tom does not own a town,nor does he live in one-" "What? Then where is the nearest town or city?" "That would be Bree-" "Can you take me there? Maybe I can find somewhere to call my parents." "Its getting late,and Tom cannot take you now,Goldberry is waiting!"