Wanderer: 1. Chapter 1

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1. Chapter 1

I had wandered for many ages of men on the shores of the world, far, far from the lands I knew in the past. Many times I had travelled to far lands, and always I had been drawn back to this place.

I was surprised that I was still alive, that I had not faded into a lost wraith wandering aimlessly. Still, I looked much as I always had. A lonely life, that of a wanderer, perhaps like my brother I should have killed myself years ago, but I lacked the courage for that.

I looked up the beach, away to the horizon, my elvish eyes allowing me to see far off in the distance a woman walking as aimlessly as I. I wondered if he should speak to her, I did not often talk to other creatures, but today was different, today was the anniversary of the day I threw the silmaril into the ocean.

I was depressed, and lonely, I decided he would walk down the beach and see if the woman would speak to me. I did not think she would, mortal women were afraid of me, few would ever speak to me.

The walk was quite long; the wind was sharp and strong today, blowing little particles of sand with it. I was close enough now to see the woman was fairly young, her hair red-brown, and her dress blowing against her legs in the wind. Her feet were bare, like mine, and she carried a bag of some kind. She looked nice, a kind face, I thought, I would speak to her.

She was close now, and she smiled at me, clearly pleased to see another on the beach on such a windy wild day.

I spoke to her `You are walking far today?' I asked, once I would have called her Lady, but times had changed and that was no longer appropriate.

`Yes I am', she answered, `and yourself?' she questioned. She then cast a thoughtful gaze upon me`I think I saw you here last year?'

I was surprised. It was many years since a Mortal had surprised me, and for an instant I contemplated lying to her, but changed my mind, she would see through me I was sure.

`Yes I was here last year, it is something I do every year', I said.

`An anniversary' she queried me.

`Yes' was the answer she got

`A sad one too, from the look in your eyes', she said.

`A perceptive lady', I said, my face turned out to sea now

`You yearn for something?' another question.

`Something forbidden to me' I replied, wondering why I spoke so to a mortal who could know nothing of me.

This is a work of fan fiction, written because the author has an abiding love for the works of J R R Tolkien. The characters, settings, places, and languages used in this work are the property of the Tolkien Estate, Tolkien Enterprises, and possibly New Line Cinema, except for certain original characters who belong to the author of the said work. The author will not receive any money or other remuneration for presenting the work on this archive site. The work is the intellectual property of the author, is available solely for the enjoyment of Henneth Annûn Story Archive readers, and may not be copied or redistributed by any means without the explicit written consent of the author.

Story Information

Author: Jillian Baade

Status: Reviewed

Completion: Work in Progress

Era: Other

Genre: Romance

Rating: General

Last Updated: 04/26/04

Original Post: 06/26/02

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