This is a Middle-Earth fanfiction I have been writing. Here is the prologue, hope you enjoy! I will build scenes from some of the later chapters.
About this creation
QUICK SUMMARY: Cirion and Tadren are two brothers, bound to the Rangers of Gondor, and bound to a dark past.
Then a terrible incident occurs, causing the pair to lose their only home, their only family.
Led by sadness and hatred and courage, the two set out to find a new home... And discover many things along their journey, as well as multiple companions.
It was indeed highly dangerous to go out into the wild on your lonesome, with not even a soul to accompany you. It always was and always had been. Especially in dangerous places like these, on the very outskirts of the realm of Gondor, where the generous might of King Elessar was not as strong. Here, foul creatures that do not belong in our world roamed almost as far as the eye could see, behind trees in the many dark woods and forests, lurking in sprouting bushes. Then they would jump out, suddenly, without any warning. Catch you completely unawares. And then, before you could act, before you could draw out your arms and fight, they would reveal their grimy weapons with terrible speed and finish you.
Da had always said to us, grimly though in a kind way, “Don’t go out on your own, little ones. However safe it may seem, there is evil waiting for you at every turn, every corner, every path you take.”
And we would always listen to his words, knowing they were right and true. We would never, ever wander further than we were told to, and return when we had to return.
Then something happened, Da took us away, far away, from our home, our family, our life. We never saw him again. We were placed on a horse, ridden to Ithilien, given to a group of Rangers. The group of Rangers who swore to protect us and raise us. They did, they loved us, they cared for us, the trained us, and we loved them back, did what we could in return.
Though never will we forget our parents. Especially our father, forever we will remember him, and the times he would kneel beside us as we lay sprawled, calm and at peace on the soft grass of the outdoors in the evening, and he would point out to us the beautiful patterns in the stars.