Vardarianna

(Daerundros thoughtfully places the tip of her quill on her lip, thinking of something to write, before she jolts, filled with an idea, and begins to scribble)

6th Orgilion of Laer, T.A 3018

Ah, where to begin.
The first foot of our journey is already planned, and we are to leave later this evening, heading for Celondim, and from there, we take a boat to Pelargir. After we reach Pelargir we make for south Gondor, and finally, approach Near-Harad.

Part One of an alternative future :) 

Just to note, I've added tragic music to the last two alternative futures. Some action music for the harad one will follow ^^ Also, I'd love to give you a challenge; Can you read and hear the music at the same time without crying? ;) I know I know, i'm sorta pushy on this one, but I'm proud at the emotional depths of the futures because the music itself makes my eyes water. :O The music is not made by me, only a few select pieces from various artists. Enjoy them!

Sincerely,

The person behind Daerundros

3rd Orithil of Laer, T.A 3018

((Music by Thao Nguyen Xanh. This piece is only used for private, non-profit purposes. No copyright intended.))

Low Hollin, Fourth Age 72

**Please do not read if you are of a sensitive disposition, there's nothing too graphic here but violence is portrayed at some level and some might not like that.**

The smell of manure fills the air and nearby, the frantic neighing of a horse can be heard.
 
Vardarianna lays face down in hay. She groans, trying to move her arms but they are tied so that they are behind her back and her feet have also been bound.

Sorrow. Woe and Sorrow. I did not know how to respond once I heard the news that Vardarianna had been captured.
"WHAT?!" I yelled, my voice carrying over the passages of Tâl Bruinen, I shook my head in anger, "B-but how?!"
Minyelaire did not respond, instead staring at me, intently yet...-
A sight which I was never prepared for took hold of my thoughts. In Horror and shock, I watched, as the proud Kinn-lai Huntress folded herself in defeat before me, sobbing hysterically, vulnerable, exposed, and defeated.

Orithil, Laer, T.A. 3018

So as I scribble down my second page, I think of how Minyelaire's "success" had been nothing more but a mask of hurt and confusion, the first foot of our Journey to Harad already sullied by burden and sorrow.