Author has written 14 stories for Lord of the Rings, and Silmarillion.
My muse has packed up and left me so all writing has come to a screetching halt, when and if I find it again, I will be sure to try and finally work some more on His Lord.
Just for fun:
Green lush grass and moss cushioned her body, deep red hair flowed like a cascading sea around her milky white skin, dark emerald eyes with black lashes and elegantly arched brows peered up with curiosity and mischievousness.
Black skintight clothing covered her delicate frame and blood rich lips smirked in playfulness. Her eyes flash with a hidden warning and before you know it, she’s beside you, over you, tackling you to the ground and then gone once more. She was a thing of the forest, untamed and just as much a deadly beauty as everything else there.
You give chase, running after her and she giving brief glimpses of herself, just enough to not make you lose interest, and you run. You can’t seem to keep track how long it takes, but eventually you find her waiting.
Behind her is a tinkling blue river; boulders like the marbles of giants peppering the scene and a surging waterfall behind. Her hair flashed and blew in the wind and she danced, frolicking in the nature, kicking up sparkling droplets of water and playing with the fish, luring them close and pouncing at them.
And you just watch, entranced, as the peacefulness of it entraps you, takes you hostage, so far away from the world and the life you know and live. The stress of day-to-day living, you long for nothing more then to stay there forever, but you can’t. You know this, so make the best of the time given to you.
You join her in her wild ballet leaving the world and its cares behind for just a few moments, for just long enough to learn to breathe once more. Just long enough to free yourself.