Tuilindiel | The Spring-Singer

by lil_goldfish

Summary:

A Vietnamese girl finds herself unceremoniously dumped in Middle Earth years before the Council of Elrond. Not only does she have to argue with, sometimes, pigheaded elf-lords, her memories are patchy at most. On top of that, how do the Valar expect her to make any changes if she's gonna die before the events actually take place?

Will span from the aftermath of the BOFA to the beginnings of the Fourth Age.

Notes:

Although I love reading all the Modern Girl in Middle Earth fanfics, I find that there is a lack of Asian representation. Hopefully, you will enjoy my take on Middle Earth and its characters.

Updates will vary as I have school. I will try my best to update as soon as possible. Feel free to offer constructive criticism and any of your thoughts :)

Chapter 1: Prologue

The void surrounded her as she scrambled to orientate herself. In the midst of doing so, her clear golden glasses slipped from her face and began to float away. She flung herself towards them, swimming through the abyss as if she was a frog. Grabbing them with her hands, she put them on and pushed them firmly behind her ears.

But even with her glasses on, the murky emptiness stayed murky, and empty. She snorted to herself before frantically swivelling her head around . Everywhere she looked, the void stretched boundless. She looked down at herself, letting out a sign as saw her green sweatpants and white t-shirt. The only color for kilometers was her gold tanned skin and dusted pink cheeks. Swivelling around for a last time, she settled on a direction and began swimming towards it.

Her cheeks were puffed and her lungs began to burn but she did not dare take a breath. How could air exist in a space where nothing exists? So she kept swimming, a mixture of a frog and perhaps, a dog. Her limbs pushed against nothing but still, she was able to propel herself forwards, or backwards, or upwards, or in whatever direction that is right.

She swam until her eyes watered, her tears dripping down her face and disappearing into the nothingness. She swam until her lungs felt like a thousand burning suns and her limbs were akin to lead. She swam until the darkness of her eyelids threatened to become one with the void. Just as her limbs began to falter and her lungs began to burst, a blurry vision of trees began to shine.

She forced her eyes open and swam with renewed vigor. One tree shone like gold. It leaves a dark green and rimmed yellow, its branches a glowing ray. The other shimmered of silver. Its delicate blossoms glimmering and twinkling like mithril. They shined and shimmered brighter and brighter, bathing her skin and highlighting her dark tresses with hues of gold and silver. They shone until the branches and blossoms blurred together into balls of pure light, searing her eyes as they fluttered shut and her lungs heaved a breath.