This is an all-new story. It has nothing to do with Through The Darkness or its companion stories.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own any of the characters, languages, places, or names created by the one and only J.R.R. Tolkien. The characters that are not in his works were inspired by his genius.


Chapter 1

"What did you say, Mr. Richards?" the woman said, her hands almost dropping the phone. "I'm sorry, Joey," the voice on the other line said. "Your grandmother passed away last night." Tears welled up in her eyes as the words her grandmother's lawyer was saying finally sunk in. "Joey?" "Y-yes, I'm still here, Mr. Richards," Joey said, keeping her voice as strong as possible. "I'll be by your office later today." "Okay," Mr. Richards said gently. "I really am sorry though, Joey. Your grandmother was an amazing woman." "I know," said Joey, a small smile showing on her tear-streaked face. "Thank you. Goodbye." After hearing Mr. Richards say goodbye as well, Joey hung up the phone and sat down on the couch, still not quite believing what she had just heard.


"Hello, Joey," Mr. Richards said. The greying man had a look of concern on his face when he saw the young woman walk into his room. He pulled out one of the chairs so she could sit down. She offered a small, pained smile and sat down. "Good afternoon, Mr. Richards," Joey said, using formality, though there was no need. Mr. Richards was a family friend as well as the family lawyer. "You wanted to speak with me?" "Yes," Mr. Richards said, the formality and pain breaking his heart. "Your grandmother wanted you to have this," he said as he pulled out an envelope and handed it to her and looked at her long and hard. She was taller than most women, standing at 5'11", a height, which he was sure she got from her 6'5" father. She had a slender build and long, black hair, which she inherited from her mother. Her eyes though, were from her grandfather, or so he was told. They were a blue-green, but changed colour along with the light. "Oh," Joey said as she reached for the package. "Thank you," she said, getting up. "I should be going, then." She nodded her head and turned to leave. "Joey," Mr. Richards said, making her stop in her tracks. "You're almost like a daughter to me, you know that. If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask me." Joey turned back around and offered another small smile. "I know, Uncle Richards," Joey said, changing the formality into the usual name she called him. "But I think I need to work on this one alone," she said as he nodded, fully understanding what she was talking about. "Goodbye, Uncle Richards," she said as she turned walked out of the office and closed the door behind her.


It has been a week and she still hadn't opened the letter. She sat in the living room now looking at it. She stared at the coffee table it sat on, exactly where she had placed it when she got home last week. With a sigh, she opened the letter and began to read:

Hello, my darling granddaughter. When you get this letter, it means that I am no longer by your side. First, I want to tell you how special you were to me, and to your parents. We all love you very much, and though I am not visibly by your side, I'm always there, just look in your heart.

Joey looked up for a moment and smiled a little. It was so like her grandmother to reassure her like this; to make sure she didn't feel guilt for anything that happened. Her parents had died when she was young and she was raised by her grandmother. She didn't have any siblings, and both her parents were only children as well, so there were no little cousins to play with as a kid. She snapped out of memory lane to finish the letter:

I know you feel like you've never fit in. I wish I had time to tell you why you've felt this way, but I don't, so I can only help you in finding out for yourself. You are extremely special, my child, very special. Do not worry, all your questions will be answered soon and you will find where you belong. Take care of yourself, my child.


"Where I belong." Joey thought. Her grandmother was right, of course. In all her 25 years, she never has felt like she belonged. With a sigh, she folded the letter and picked up the envelope. When she did this, she frowned slightly. There was something else in the envelope. She reached in and pulled out a necklace that made her gasp. It looked like the necklace from The Lord of the Rings movies, the one that Arwen gave to Aragorn, but instead of having a clear crystal, this one was a light blue. Joey held it in her hands and admired the way it caught the light. With the necklace in her hand, she walked into her favourite room in her house, where she always found peace.

She pulled open the sliding doors and the contents inside would have awed anyone who stepped into it. The room was as big as a home theatre, which it partly was, but it was not that that would have awed people, it was the amount of Middle-Earth related objects. Joey looked over at the bookshelf where she had copies of J.R.R. Tolkien's books and then at the walls of pictures from the movies, made years ago. Ever since her grandmother had given her the books to read when she was 13, she had been infatuated with the world and with the races and places of the world. She gently put down the necklace on a bookshelf ledge before she picked up a sword. As she got older, she took up sword fighting and archery. Her teachers always marvelled at how fast she picked up things and how natural she was when she was wielding a sword or using a bow. The weapons she owned she ordered from people that used ideas for weapons from the movies. They also replicated all the weapons used in the movies. She owned every single one. The sword she held now passed for a sword of elven make, long and thin with a curve, but held amazing strength and balance. She looked at the sword for a second, its beauty never ceasing to amaze her, before she started to wield it, slicing it through the air in graceful motions.

She did this for a while, clearing her mind. She didn't tire easily because like her grandmother always said, she was 25, but had the heart, agility, and stamina of a 16-year-old. Her mind, however, was another case. She was a young woman with a very old soul, wise beyond her years. She smiled as she moved in motion with her sword, remembering all of the times she had had with her grandmother, missing her dearly. Finally, she stopped and put the sword back down, barely breathing harder than she was before she started her movements. She went back to the bookshelf and took the necklace off of the shelf again. She walked into her room and put the necklace on her table and walked into the bathroom to take a shower.

After her shower, she dried her hair and put the necklace on. It seemed to glow slightly from the light and it looked more beautiful, if that was possible. She got into bed and fell asleep quickly, still wearing the necklace.