Bergile
06-25-2003, 10:47 PM
I'm not much of a writer so this will be rubbish, but heh here goes.
(Oh by the way, it's set in Minas Tirith, i didn't think i was the type to write a story set in Middle Earth, it seems kinda wierd.)
Oh yeah, its not really a proper story story, it's just... well anyway...
Yav looked up and flashed a wry smile up at her brother. She narrowed her eyes,
"Is this serious? Or are you messing about, gah, you and dad, can't you just..."
"Calm down, calm down" her brother laughed "I'm serious, okay, do you like it?
Yav looked at the sword in her hand, it was quite simple, a light beginners one for her small hands, but to her it looked like the most beautiful object in the world.
"Ofcourse, I love it, are you starting to understand that i actually want to learn"
"I always understood, I just liked to wind you up, so did dad, really he's quite excited, it reminded him of his days as one of the rohirrim"
Yav's father was from Rohan, and during the War of the Ring, he had met her mother in Minas Tirith and they had got married shortly after the war. Now he and Lanni her brother worked as traders, buying and selling goods all through Gondor and Rohan, the alliances made during the war helping business greatly.
Yav had always struggled against her family laughing at her since she told them she wanted to be a soldier. It wasn't just that she was a girl, she was only twelve and, so Yav thought, they could only too well imagine her on the battle field and this made them feel uncomfortable, making them joke about it.
But now, maybe she had a chance, maybe they would take her seriously. She grinned at her brother, she would never forget this gift, the first step on the road to becoming a soldier.
It's a bit short isn't it, a bit crappy too. Hmm, i should get some self worth. Anyway, what do you think, if you like it I might just write some more of the story.
Bye, Bergy
(Oh by the way, it's set in Minas Tirith, i didn't think i was the type to write a story set in Middle Earth, it seems kinda wierd.)
Oh yeah, its not really a proper story story, it's just... well anyway...
Yav looked up and flashed a wry smile up at her brother. She narrowed her eyes,
"Is this serious? Or are you messing about, gah, you and dad, can't you just..."
"Calm down, calm down" her brother laughed "I'm serious, okay, do you like it?
Yav looked at the sword in her hand, it was quite simple, a light beginners one for her small hands, but to her it looked like the most beautiful object in the world.
"Ofcourse, I love it, are you starting to understand that i actually want to learn"
"I always understood, I just liked to wind you up, so did dad, really he's quite excited, it reminded him of his days as one of the rohirrim"
Yav's father was from Rohan, and during the War of the Ring, he had met her mother in Minas Tirith and they had got married shortly after the war. Now he and Lanni her brother worked as traders, buying and selling goods all through Gondor and Rohan, the alliances made during the war helping business greatly.
Yav had always struggled against her family laughing at her since she told them she wanted to be a soldier. It wasn't just that she was a girl, she was only twelve and, so Yav thought, they could only too well imagine her on the battle field and this made them feel uncomfortable, making them joke about it.
But now, maybe she had a chance, maybe they would take her seriously. She grinned at her brother, she would never forget this gift, the first step on the road to becoming a soldier.
It's a bit short isn't it, a bit crappy too. Hmm, i should get some self worth. Anyway, what do you think, if you like it I might just write some more of the story.
Bye, Bergy