Hey people! (: I've never been so excited about a story as I am about this one :D It's Lord of the Rings (obviously) and I'm really scared to mess this up :D

Sooo I need your feedback… NEED it :D because this is much more difficult than other stories I've written, because they were more comical and light and this one is supposed to really feel like Lord of the rings… I know that I will never in a million years accomplish to write even nearly as good as Tolkien but I want to at least get a bit of the feeling into this story…

This is as a matter of fact NOT only a romance and the love-stuff doesn't really have priority it's more about the whole story I want to tell you, only in my way and with my new OC (: So there's going to be some fun but also serious stuff and I'm anxious to see if I can do this :D

Also this is going to be somehow pretty much like the films (with the main storyline, but my OC will be not be there all the time, more like crossing it at sometimes but have her own story of the ringwar)

because the storyline isn't as complex as it is in the books and I want to get a start at something easier… I have an idea for another Lotr story so maybe then I'll do it more book-like ;) but for now I hope you understand, I read the books like a million times but I don't really trust me to have this completely based on them ;)

Now my AN is probably bigger than the chapter will be so now I'll stop :D

Enjoy and Review, please (:

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Chapter 1:

"It is a gift" a tall man, dressed in noble garments, exclaimed rising from his seat

along the members of the council. "A gift to the foes of Mordor. Why not use this ring? Long has my father, the steward of Gondor, kept the forces of Mordor at bay. By the blood of our people, are your lands kept safe". Proudly he told elves, dwarfs and humans forgathered before him. "Give Gondor the weapon of the enemy,

Let us use it against him." His speech was interrupted, for another dark haired man spoke up.

"You cannot wield it.

None of us can.

The one ring answers to Sauron alone.

It has no other master."Boromir, son of Denethor, looked upon the other man in disgust."And what would a ranger know of this matter?"As a blonde elf went to speak a low voice could be heard from a shadow.

"Pân i valt law thilia,

Law pain i reviar mistar aen;

Iaur i vell law thinnatha,

Law thynd dyfn na-niss rathar aen.

O lith naur echuiathar aen,

Calad od dúath thuiatha;

Adamminen i vagol vreithannen,

Pen-thôl ad echannen i aran."

The council member's eyes were drawn towards the speaker who had interrupted the secret gathering with a floating reciting of a sindarin poem. It should have not been possible for a person to witness their words, though there in the shadows stood a cloaked figure, partly hidden in the shadows. None of the strangers features could be seen other than that it possessed a lithe and tall frame. "Speak so we all can understand you stranger" The man who had first spoken demanded. Slowly in graceful steps the figure came to stand near the circle the council was gathered in.

"All that is gold does not glitter,

Not all those who wander are lost;

The old that is strong does not wither,

Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

From the ashes a fire shall be woken,

A light from the shadows shall spring;

Renewed shall be blade that was broken,

The crownless again shall be king"

A slightly horse but full alto was heard, now louder than the hood of her cloak a woman's eyes were shining, fixed on the person the riddle was speaking of. Aragorn, Arathorns son, Isildurs heir. Now the blond elf who had been interrupted spoke up, not breaking the spell Aragorn and the mysterious woman seemed to be under."He is Aragorn, Arathorns son, you owe him your allegiance."Not taking his eyes of the figure Aragorn told his friend to sit down after distantly hearing him still talking to Boromir, before asking in a gentle voice:

"Lalaith?"

The hidden woman bowed her head to him; "Elenya is my name, my lord."Aragorn lifted her head with his hand under her chin and removed the cloak to reveal a seemingly young woman, nearly as tall as him, sharing many of his features. Her hair was almost as dark as his; only the sunlight made it shine face could have been holding great beauty if it would have not been scarred, drawing the viewers eyes from her otherwise fair features. The woman's left side of her face was split by a jagged scar running from her eyebrow, narrowly missing her eye, to her lips dragging one corner of her mouth lifted his hand to trace the scar, the reaction to his movement confusing to him and those who knew the tall humans facing each away the woman lifted her face proudly: "I bring news from the Dúnadan of the North. "

Gandalf the grey listened up even more as well as the elves who had a great connection to the Northern Rangers. "We have lost many; Many of us were killed."Elenya's grey-green eyes pierced into her counterparts with pain hidden deep inside. "The southern villages had to be abandoned.

We have not nearly enough men to protect our villages for all our forces are bound to the Shire." The words made Aragorn lower his head in thought as well as dismay. The mentioning of the Shire made another person pipe up, who had not said a word for a long time."You are protecting the Shire?" The green shimmering steel of Elenya's eyes turned soft resembling moss as she turned towards Frodo, the hobbit. "We are indeed, Halfling. And we will keep our stance at your homeland to our last breath" The dark haired woman meant to reassure him but his reaction showed that she had inspired guilt as well. "But my lady, you said that you lost many people and can barely hold your own!" the hobbit exclaimed standing.

The formal address made her chuckle lightly, showing to the council why she did not hold her second name Lalaith anymore. Her mouth only lifted on the right side to reveal glimmering white teeth, while the left corner of her mouth barely moved, making her face look like a grimace instead of a cheerful expression."My people are fighters, Master hobbit, whereas the Shire folk is the most peaceful that I have ever had the honor to meet. We are accustomed to battle and are able to go through dark times as these. But could you imagine Hobbiton in a battle? Or Proudfoots and Greenhands with weapons?" She smiled her crooked smile, shaking her head at the thought of it.

"Knowing that there still is such a peaceful piece of land in middleearth and that we protect the beauties of the Shire is enough to make up for whatever we may suffer. And, Mr. Frodo, I must protest, I am no Lady" The tall woman added with a wink to lighten up what she had just told him. She did not want to put another burden on this hobbits already troubled mind.

Turning back to Aragorn she continued their conversation in Sindarin, as to keep the following news between those who understood. "We have retreated to the greater villages of the west but I do not know how long we will be able to stand against the bundled forces that face us." Her face showed concern for her people, she had seen with her own eyes how many died before they could be saved or flee from the invading forces. It had been many men and yet more women and children who mostly could not even defend themselves. "What of Halbarad?" Aragorn asked about the leader of the rangers, questioning why they had sent her, why they needed to report to him."He is grieving for his wife and child, my Lord." The woman's dark haired head was bent as she spoke those words, her own pain showing briefly. "We need a strong leader in this time, Aragorn, your people need their Lord." Eyes, so similar but at the same time so different were locked in an intense gaze which spoke more than a thousand words. Quietly she added: "Your family needs you, Estel" which made him break their eye contact feeling guilty.

"I cannot" he had started to speak Westron again". "Lalai…" he stopped himself "Elenya you know that I cannot leave right now. I am needed." Aragorns voice was even and calm while her response was the opposite. "You are needed with your people! Children are dying, Aragorn, Women without Protection. Tarkil, Arvedui, Ivorwen… little Ivorwen…" Her voice died at the last name, remembering holding the little girl in her arms as she bled to her settled over Aragorn's face but his resolve did not falter. He knew that his fate was bound to the ring for now.

Elenya could see it on his face, she could read it in his eyes. "You are not coming" she whispered disbelievingly "You are…" the moments ago so loud spoken woman was speechless. "You will lead the Dúnadan in this time of darkness… I am sure you will find a way."Aragorn told her with a finality that made her stumble back a few steps. When she found her speech and ground again her face first contorted into a hard mask, making her pink scar stick out even more before she hid her face under her cloak again. Walking away acknowledging Gandalf, Elrond as well as most of the elves and even some dwarfs with a nod of her covered head, laying a soft hand on Gandalf's shoulder for a second she left the circle without another word to her Lord. As though she had regained some strength through Gandalf's touch she turned around in the last second staring at Aragorn.

"We will see each other across the sea then, muindor. Namárië"

With those passing words she jumped off an edge at the side of the place where the council met. A few moments of silence followed before they heard a horse riding away from Rivendell. As the matters of the ring became center of the council again Frodo was still looking after the impressive woman who had just disappeared. "Muindor?" he remembered that word, he heard it somewhere. As it dawned to the hobbit he turned his disbelieving eyes to Gandalf. "Aragorn has a sister?" he asked quietly letting his eyes now stray to Aragorn, who held his head in his hands, inwardly torn. .

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Lalaith: Lachen

Elenya: Sternentag

Muindor: Brother

Estel: Hope

Namárië: Farewell

This is just a short first chapter to show you what I mean and how I intend to write this story (sindarin/quenya in italics, some words sindarin/quenya but seriously not all because that's a pain in the ass to look up :D)

Some character's may also be a little different in my story, for example Aragorn a little less heroic and more human and so on… but I will try to stay close to the original…

So what did you think of this? And what did you think of my OC? It's the first time my OC doesn't have a name with M as the first letter :D I tried to make her not Mary-Sue-ish but I don't know if I succeeded…

Now enough with the rambling :D

Review (: