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StarDust

Summary:

Older than the Sun itself, stardust is made of the quiet remnants of exploded stars. Tiny grains forged in supernova fire, drifting across time until they settle where they are least expected. It is a matter that remembers beginnings.

And yet stardust is also a feeling. A soft brilliance that clings to certain moments, certain people. Something ineffable and magnetic. A hush before a glance lingers too long. A shimmer that makes the ordinary feel touched by wonder. Stardust is what remains after light burns out, and what glows when something impossible is about to begin.

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On a rainy night in the small town of Bree, the prancing pony entertains a rather rambunctious and rowdy crowd. The air is filled with laughter, music, and tales as old as time. A Bar maid, seemingly out of place in the loud bar, stares defiantly out of the window into the violent raging storm. The bell signalling a customers entrance pulls her out of a daze lifting her eyes to regard the patron she is suddenly frozen by the cool stare of a pair of dark familiar eyes.

Aiya is seemingly but a simple bar maid in the town of Bree however, things are not as they seem. When familiar faces and a call to adventure comes knocking at her door step. Aiya sees an opportunity to figure out her mysterious appearance in middle earth.

I don't own Anything affliated with LOTR/The Hobbit.
I only own my humble-ish OC's

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Chapter 1: Sleep

Chapter Text

     A soft breeze flutters into the bedroom playing gently with the pale blue curtains in a dark corner. In the center of the room docilely lays a woman carelessly sprawled on a fluffy queen-sized bed, slumbering peacefully. A slow turn of the quaint bedroom shows a well maintained and loved room filled with pleasant memories, overflowing book shelves spilling out onto the surrounding wood floors nestled into large piles and lovingly place Knick knacks are scattered throughout the bedroom.

On a desk, which is pushed against painted walls opposite the bed, sits a pale-yellow laptop along with black grappling gloves, sketches, and small detailed paintings of people and places she’d never seen or been to. Pictures of a mother and daughter are painstakingly placed on the vibrant yellow walls without a trace of dust covering their surfaces.

Unbeknownst to the sleeping woman another has joined her in the still unperturbed air dancing through the night. The intruders slip from the cover of the shadows illuminating their figure. Oblivious to the intruder, dark all-knowing penetrating eyes appraise the dormant woman laying blissfully unaware and her belongings within the bedroom.

The intruder’s presence seems to ignite the air as though a live wire were abruptly released. Suddenly it seems as though the very universe freezes as the woman lets out a deep sigh of content slipping deeper into sleep none the wiser as the rooms energy calms and the night air settles. With the cover of night the menacing figure fades into the shadows once more.