Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from Lord of the Rings. They belong to the amazing Mr. J.R.R. Tolkien. Any other characters in this story, however, are mine, namely Cheyenne.

Rating: PG-13 for language, and things to come in later chapters.

Authors note: This is my first shot at writing a fanfic, so please be nice. ^_^' I know the first chapter is kinda short and cheesy, but there are more (better) ones to come. Sorry for any grammar and spelling mistakes. Revues are more than welcome, and I will post again as soon as possible.

Naught but a Whisper in the Wind

Chapter 1- The first encounter

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Cheyenne was now thoroughly in more than a bad mood. She had been wondering around aimlessly all day, with nothing but the clothes on her back and her useless backpack. The sun shown bright though the trees, making the air around her heavy and humid. Her once loose shirt, now clung to her, and her dark brown hair was more than a mess atop her head.

She had no clue where she had wondered to or how to get back home not that she wanted to be there either, and blamed it all on her mother who had kicked her out telling not to come back till she was ready to apologize. What she was supposed to apologize for was beyond her.

"Damn sun, damn heat, damn path that I swear is leading me around in circles." she muttered to herself, as she dragged along.

Though the trees offered some shade it was still hot, and the one of the things Cheyenne hated more than her mother was heat. Sighing she threw down her backpack onto the side of the path, and kneeled down beside it.

"I better have something to tie my hair up with in here." she said to no one, as she dumped her belongings out onto the grass. She hadn't had much time to gather much of her things before she left and only took what she figured she'd need and whatever was already in her bag. Some money, a brush, 2 hair ties (much to her pleasure), some pieces of food, her CD player, two changes of clothes, a small blanket, her diary, and a  few this and that's, plus whatever was in her bag to start with. She had wanted to grab more but, the blanket and clothes took up most of the room.

"Ya'd think I could fit more in a school backpack, with how many books they make us carry" she had laughed quietly to herself as she had been packing earlier that day.

After putting her hair up in a messy ponytail her, than stuffing her stuff back in her bag, she got up and looked around. Her eyes scanned the forest of trees for any sign of life, besides the rare passing of a squirrel or bird. Nothing caught her eye, so she sighed and continued walking, but soon stopped. She listened, straining her ear; she could have sworn she heard something. Than she heard it again, it sounded like a soft singing. It was than she saw him.

"Hey mister! Mister wait! Can ya help me?" Cheyenne called to a man now walking down the path not far from her. He was the source of the beautiful singing. It sounded as if a very angel itself had come down, to praise the quiet forest.

Cheyenne stood where she was waiting for the man to acknowledge her call, but he just kept on walking. Figuring he just had not heard her, and her being as desperate as she was was not about to let the only being she had seen all day on two legs, get away that easily. She started briskly walking after the man, forgetting the many warnings she had received her whole life about not talking to strangers. He was her only hope of getting home, or at least to civilization.

"Hey mister?" she was now briskly walking along side the man, but still he seem not to notice her.

She took in account his clothes as she walked, she found them strange. He wore an outfit of different shades of green, and it strangely reminded her of an outfit Robin Hood would have worn. And his singing was like nothing she had ever heard, so beautiful and soothing in words she didn't know. She glanced at his face, his eyes were closed as if he had indeed walked this path many times before, and his fair features were a sight to behold. He had long dark hair that seemed to frame is face perfectly falling down his shoulders.

She tentatively but desperately reached a hand out to touch is arm, hoping to gain his attention. What happened then made her she stop dead in her tracks with fright, something was terribly wrong.