This is an old version of this story I started in 2015. As of now, April 2018, I have a few working chapters. Hardly any of the information given here is the same, but general information will mostly be kept, along with characters and personalities (though some personalities will change to be more realistic). Please enjoy this first attempt of mine.
This book is being rewritten, but the same idea will be kept. Just stretched out a bit.
✽No pictures are mine, but some are edited to my liking.✽
☆All characters are mine and most can be found in my OC book.☆
♬"Revak Feykro" means "Sacred Forest" in Skyrim's Dovahzul.♬
The peace of the Isles of Ysamaldri has lasted many, many generations. An Isle leader, Dark Wings, a dragon, is the current commander of the peaceful forest, safe from the fear and hate of humans.
However, a threat arises.
A few decades before the war between the Ziixi and the Revak Feykro, Dark Wing's brother was exiled by their father for killing a dragonet and an Eltrí kit. Now the dark dragon seeks revenge, for he was the eldest of his father, and was to be the next Arch-Dragon of the Revak Feykro.
Even in this dark time, the Revak Feykro psychic brought a brief prophecy, describing one of the amethyst, one of the smog, one of the tree, one of the water, one of the frozen water, and one of the snake would bring peace. That same psychic, however, also saw a future where those chosen die, and Dark Wings falls. Nothing is immortal but memory, and those chosen might just become one; a memory.
The chosen are not born, nor hatched, yet. Before everything, Myrkr and Sanguine, two Revak Feykro teens, are sent behind enemy lines as recruits. Myrkr learns what she is, and Sanguine does what he's supposed to while his companion does research, which turns into an obsession in his eyes. The duo make friends and gain the information they need, but will they both go back home in one piece after a third party joins the fray and steals something cruci
In a bed chamber high in the trees of Lothlorien is a young she-elf is sound asleep.
"She will wake soon if Mithrandir is to proceed with his quest to Erebor. The darkness will grow, and she will awaken to fight it, like she did long ago." Galadriel says, turning to her husband and taking his hand.
The she-elf is not as young as she seems, she had nearly faded when Galadriel found her at the beginning of the second age. The elf never woke, but the Lady of Light has foreseen it; Naehlara will awaken to help lead the elves, men and all free folk to peace, for she is the High Queen of the elves. The only living elf from the first age.
Her fae grows stronger with every year bringing her closer to awakening. Galadriel once was friends with the elf, her father Thingol; king of Doriath before it was abandoned and forgotten as the first age elves left Middle Earth to go back to Valanor or faded with time.
"I have longed to see my friend reawaken but how do you explain to one that nearly two ages has passed since she fell into slumber." Galadriel says, a small smile growing on her face. "She was a mighty warrior, the best in all of Middle Earth. But she was stubborn, not as wise as most elves. A lot more like our Woodland kin, the ones in Greenwood." Galadriel says, a laugh slipping through her lips as she remembers watching Naehlara fight in the wars long ago. How she'd argue with anyone that stood in her way, nearly taking the head off the captain of the guard when he would not head her warning of the armies coming from Morgoth.
✨NOT A HOBBIT FANFIC IT IS SET DURING LORD OF THE RINGS✨
A/N I do not own any character other than Naehlara and maybe more if I choose to add more. But probably just Naehlara. I'm newer to the fandom so please let me know if i got any facts wrong. I hope you enjoy the story
Also maybe be slow updates due to work but I hope to put out consistently!