Hello out there! This story is a LOTR crossover with a world I created. Don't have any idea how long it will be or what will happen, because it is a very extensive world, most characters you will meet gradually but some will be rather abrupt as you will no doubt see. My other stories have been increasingly hard to write and this idea has just been in my head for a while now so I'll get it down before I forget it.

I do not own anything except for the characters and lands that I have created.

The fellowship huddled as they walked through the rain-drenched land, it was not only wet it was cold, and the group, aside from their elven companion, were totally miserable. Their sight was blurred from the rain, but from the branches that they kept walking into they were certain that they were in a forest. But where that forest was they were unsure.

A sudden scream shattered the seemingly endless rain patter, it sounded similar to a horse's but not quite, Frodo was strangely reminded of a Nazgul's steed, Legolas had drawn his bow long before anyone else had recovered from the shock, and he crept forward now trying to locate this beast.

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Wind Chaser whinnied in fury and anguish, the strange humans from the island Yertis jabbed at him with their thin reed-blades, not hurting him but tormenting him, as they tried to get to his fallen rider. The leader, a man known by the name of Orden, stayed back a-ways loading a pistol, Wind Chaser knew that that weapon could kill, he feared it more then any other, but even more then that he feared what they would do if they captured his rider; for the boy's sake he must not loose.

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Legolas peered through the thick pine trees, amongst them a battle of a sort was taking place; there were seven…no eight, humans, in the middle of these humans was a young man, could not have been younger then 18 years but Legolas could see that he was an elf even at the distance he was at, so he was probably much older, standing over the elf was a great horse, or it looked like a horse at first glance. It stood at, at least 18 hands, it was built like a slender workhorse, his hue was golden and he had a white mane and tail, but strangest of all was a single horn upon his brow, that curved ever so lightly as it neared it's deadly point.

Legolas saw the furthest man extend one arm, in his hand a strange item wrapped in a cloth as if to keep it dry, Legolas watched as the man squeezed a sort of trigger on the item, there was a sudden cracking noise like thunder upon the mountains, the sound alone shattered Legolas' ears till they bled slightly, he turned away, desperately biting his tongue to keep from crying out, lest he be found. A sudden pain ripped into his shoulder, he felt his bone crack and his flesh burn, Legolas' vision swam before his eyes, and before he knew what was happening he was falling, the ground beckoning him into its open arms.

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Wind Chaser saw the man pull the trigger on the pistol, and was a moment later eternally grateful for his speed, for he felt the bullet pass through his long mane and past him. But a second later when he saw another fall out of a tree, he desperately wished that he had been the one who had been hit.