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Prologue:

During the ages most of the common folk of men have never seen an elf. Mostly this is because since the last alliance of men and elves happened. Ever since that fateful battle where Sauron's ring was cut from his hand, the alliance was broken and the friendship between elves and men dwindled and faded away. It was something from the past.

Even when travelers rode the open road and encountered other beings such as elves or dwarves, none of them had forged any kind of friendship with them. They were just another being traveling the road to make a living. But even while traveling the sight of elves were rare. The truth was if the elves themselves wish not to be seen they won't. So when those rare occasions when elves and men meet again conversations mostly never occur because men over the years have felt belittled by elves especially since you could never tell how old an elf really is because they are ageless.

The fact that elves are ageless has kept most men away from them in the first place. The main reason for this is the fact that when men die elves, unless overwhelmed with grief or killed in battle, will live on forever for an eternity.

The failure of the relationship between elves and men did not alone die because of the men it was also because of the elves. The elves after the last alliance of men and elves have concluded to not get involved in the doings of men. Their reason was plain and simple: men change, it is in their nature. They witnessed the dramatic change when the last of the true great men fell in battle and the one man that could have ridden of a great evil decided to keep it alive. But that was in the past.

In only one kind of men though the relationship continues but their numbers dwindle in the North. The Dunedain they are called with a leader that owns rightfully a crown of a city (but that is another tale).

Chapter 1: The Riders

The night was dark. The streets were crowded in the village of Bree. So far there were no disturbances all throughout the night. As the three figures approached the gate to the city, they wore hoods to cover their faces and protect them from the silent night's breeze. They had traveled for four straight days without rest and even though two of them would have preferred to sleep in the trees for the night they heeded their desire and decided to tend to their friend, who had been slightly wounded in the arm by a surprised warg attack. He was beginning to slow down and they knew that without proper rest he might not be able to heal enough to ride back home with them.

When they came to the gate the gatekeeper tried to see their faces but was unsuccessful which made him suspicious. He tried once more and failed. "What's your business in Bree?" he asked rather harshly.

"We would like to stay at the inn," one of the riders answered. The rider actually slightly strained his voice to hide his real identity and was successful when he noticed that the face of the gatekeeper didn't change.

"All right then," the gatekeeper said as he jerked open the gate to let the riders in. During all of this time he tried to strain his eyes to see what was under the hood or the cloaks of the riders but yet again was unsuccessful.

All three of the companion sighed as they were riding through the village. They got some curious looks as they trotted through on their horses. Whispers were heard about the mysterious riders and even more whispers were heard as all three of them stopped at a sign that read: The Prancing Pony. As they stood their looking at the sign, one of them signaled that he would go inside and get a room while the others wait for him. The others nodded in response as the rider gracefully got off his horse and opened the door to the inn.

As the rider approached the front desk, the man behind the counter almost dropped what he was holding and awaited the arriver. The man stared with his eyes started to get wider as the stranger approached the desk. "What may I do for you?" the man asked. He knew in a way he should have said sir but in another way he knew that he should stay away from that word with this one.

"Yes. I would like three rooms and a place to stable three horses for myself and my two companions," the rider stated in a way that was almost demanding. He saw a slightly confused look on the man's face when he said friends so he added," my companions are waiting outside with the horses. I told them to wait before I get our rooms."

"I see, well you're lucky there mist--, I mean we have only three available rooms left for the night here," the man stammered. There was sometimes about that voice of the rider that made him a little uneasy the man concluded as he began making orders to get stable ready and their rooms ready for them. At this moment the rider gracefully opened the door and signaled to his companions that everything was taken cared of.

When the stable boys finally came to take the horses, all three of them entered the inn and yet again the man behind the counter nearly dropped everything he was holding. What a sight these three made was breathtaking. The man then introduced himself as Barliman Butterbeer and told them that if they needed anything that they shouldn't be afraid to ask.

As they entered the pub they felt aware that all eyes were on them. One of them asked silently the other why were they still wearing their hoods up and the other two nodded in response to take them off. So one by one the riders took off their hoods to reveal to everyone that these riders were not even human in fact they were elves! Whispers began about the travelers and their doings in Bree. This was one of the main reasons why they wanted to keep the hoods on but it was beginning to be so harm that they had to take them off.

When Butterbeer came around to their stable he slightly stood there with his mouth agape and then when finally realizes that he was being rude he shut his mouth and asked what they wanted. After they finished ordering, Butterbeer was about to turn to go get their order but decided to take up the courage ask the one question that was on his mind when he first saw one of them.

"Are you elves?" he blurted out quietly suddenly.

All three of them exchanged looks until one of them grinned slightly. "Yes, we are." This time he talked everyone heard that clearly he was an elf because of how fair his voice was. Everyone's attention was now on them.

"So what brings you to Bree?" Butterbeer asked next.

Yet again the three of them look at each other and exchanged looks while deciding on what actually to say. "We needed a place to stay for a while."

"Well, I'll be back with your orders in a sec," Barliman said as he hurried his way to get the orders to all his guests.

The three of them sat there and began to talk. "How long do you two suppose we should stay?" one of them asked the others.

"Definitely not more then we should," another answered.

"Hopefully not more then a few days," the third answered in a hopeful voice. The truth was he could hardly stand most men and the fact that most of the occupants of this town were men was a little bit too much for him.

When Barliman arrived with their drinks they began to drink but became aware to the fact that the man that was serving them did not leave yet. All three of them looked at him in response.

"So who are you? If you don't mind me asking that is," Butterbeer asked then in a hopeful voice. Everyone in the room got quiet once more to hear the answer.

"I am Elladan, son of Elrond and this is my brother Elrohir along with our friend Legolas, son of Thranduil," Elladan said in a casual voice.

Elrond, where did I hear that name before? When he did recognize the name his eyes became wider. These are the sons of Elrond the Half-Elven, the Master of Rivendell. When he started to try and figure out where he had heard the name Thranduil before someone else answered his question.

"Thranduil as in the legendary king of Mirkwood?" someone exclaimed in the room.

Butterbeer then noticed that the one named Legolas slightly nodded his head while he then place it on the table in front of him. His companions almost laughed at his behavior.

"Oh this is going to be one long stay," Legolas mumbled. Elladan and Elrohir chuckled lightly when hearing this.

A/N: Please Review and tell if I should continue.