Just an idea I had playing around in my head.

I really like LOTR and Assassin's creed and decided to do a sort of mashup. I am planning to have three stories going through the hobbit/LOTR timeline (book/movie). The first few chapters will be to introduce my OC and give some background information. The first story will solely focus on the journey of Vendethiel. In the future there may be some Aragorn love interest but that is far far in the future, firstly I just want to focus on creating an interesting character.

I am trying to make it unique! Hope you enjoy the story! Please review, follow and feel free to provide constructive criticism!

S.A. 3441

The elven lady stood at the opening of the shabby tent, keeping her eyes fixed on the small path leading out into the dense trees. It has been a day almost since her husband has left for battle, leaving her behind to tend for their two children. The little ones lay in the cot behind her, peacefully sleeping, their obliviousness ensuring that no bad dreams would haunt them.

The same could not be said for their mother, Útíradiel. Her life, and her husband's, has been plagued by the shadows that seemed to rule over the lands of Middle Earth. With such shadows lingering over them, it seemed that arguments with regards to the operations of the Brotherhood of Assassins became a daily ritual.

Útiradial and her husband, Adan, were one of the only dark elves left in the realms of Middle Earth. What came to be known as the Dark elves, were a direct descendant from the Valar, sent to Middle Earth with the intention of maintaining peace amongst the races. This race of elves travelled further South than most, residing in the deserts of Haradwaith. By blood, it was the duty bestowed upon the elves of Haradwraith that had to take on the responsibilities that came with their lineage, and organize the Assassin's Order. The existence of the Assassin's Order flourished during the early ages. There were many alliances set with the Númenórians, through which the Order began to train the civilization in Haradwaith, bringing by peace and order. However, as the dark descended on every corner of Middle Earth, such allegiances were shattered, as the Númenórians became corrupted by the powers of the Dark Lord and descended into darkness. Through this corruption, a war raged on between the corrupted Númenorians and Elves. There is only so much the elven race could handle before ultimately descending into the shadows, maintaining their responsibilities from hiding. From that day forward, the elves of Haradwaith were known as the Dark Elves. With the war against the Dark Lord, the Dark Elves emerged from the shadows, joining the Last Alliance.

Útiradiel snapped out of her thoughts, looking up at the pathway in front of her. Lord Elrond appeared in front of her. The war and filth of Mordor stained his face, as he walked closer to Útiradiel. She took a deep breath, bowing her head slightly to the Elf Lord.

"Mae Govannen." Útíradiel greeted, merely above a whisper. The eyes of the Elf Lord were fixed on the Dark Elf standing in front of him, not giving away anything about the outcome of the battle they just endured. "Is the Dark Lord defeated? Where is Adan?" the woman inquired, her heart rate picking up, but her face remaining indifferent.

"The battle was long and hard, many were lost. For now, the Dark Lord is defeated… I have failed in convincing Isildur to destroy the ring…" Elrond began, gathering courage to speak about the woman's husband Adan. The first time the Elf Lord met the leader of the Assassin Order, was during the formation of the Last Alliance. He recalled the surprise that washed over him, seeing the Dark Elf entering the room, for the elves also had high doubts of the existence of their Southern kin. He was welcoming, and helped convince the rest of the Alliance of the good will that the Dark Elves carried. Adan was a patient and good leader, understanding the shadow of doubt that surrounded him.

"Elrond." Útiradiel said, her voice becoming a bit louder. Elrond looked up to the woman, letting go of the memories that were plaguing his thoughts. He studied the face of the woman, not sure as to how she would react to the solemn news that he carried.

"My dear… Adan fell. I could not do anything to save him." Elrond said slowly, not moving closer to the woman and keeping his eyes fixed on her face.

Útiradiel kept his gaze. She did not move, or blink, but Elrond saw in her eyes the inner turmoil that she was going through. The loss of her husband was difficult, and he did not know if she could cope with this.

"My Lord, take care of the children." Útiradiel said, after a long silence. Elrond's brows rose in surprise as he comprehended what the woman in front of him was about to do. "Love them as your own." she continued, turning around and picking up her travel pack that was already neatly arranged in the corner of the tent. Elrond went after her, grabbing her arm and pulling her out of the tent to not wake the children.

"You cannot leave them. Adan would not want it to be like this." Elrond hissed sternly, trying very hard to keep his disbelief and emotions at bay. "You are strong. You need to be there for them."

"Elrond. I am not strong. I am no one without him." tears were not streaming down the face of the woman. "I cannot look at my children. They will just remind me of the loss which I cannot overcome."

Elrond did not move, keeping a firm grip on her arm. His mind was racing, trying to think of something to tell the woman. He knew in his heart that this was not right. The children should not suffer the loss of their father, let alone their mother on the same day.

"Stop this nonsense Útiradiel… you cannot leave your children. They will need you more than ever now." Elrond began, his last attempt at trying to convince the woman from doing something she would regret deeply. "What of the Order then? Who will continue leading the Assassins?"

"I have already made arrangements for the time being my Lord. When the time comes, Dῢrion will take over the control of the Order." Útiradiel told Elrond, her tears now streaming down her face rapidly. She pulled her arm away from the Lord, tossing the rucksack over her shoulders.

"What of the girl?" Elrond asked, looking at the woman in front of him in disbelief. The baby girl was merely a month old. "What of Vendethiel?!" The dark look that Elrond received from the woman was proof that she no longer cared for her children. The grief was too much for her to bear.

"I do not care Elrond. Do as you wish with her. But it is Adan who has to take the Order. Not the girl." She insisted giving a quick glance over her shoulder at the sleeping from of her children. Elrond's eye twitched. He was too exhausted to control his emotions and his anger.

"Nadorhuan! Amin feuya ten'lle! (Cowardly dog! You disgust me!)" He spat, looking in disgust at the woman. His insults did not seem to bother her. Her tears were still streaming down her face.

"You will understand when you have your own children." She sobbed, bowing her head in respect to the Lord. Elrond stared at her, still unbelieving of the situation that was unfolding in front of him. "Namaarie. (Fairwell.)"

Elrond stayed quiet, watching as the woman turned and ran in the forest, without looking back at the party she left behind. Elrond closed his eyes, letting his head fall back in pure frustration. Today was not a successful day for him. The death of his friend destroyed the grieving woman, and he was afraid to imagine the reaction he would get from Dῢrion, who was old enough to understand that neither of his parents would be there to support him for the rest of eternity. Letting out a sigh, he whistled calling his horse to his side and went into the shabby tent. The baby was sleeping peacefully in the cot. Elrond could not help a smile tug at his lips, seeing the mop of dark hair on the baby's head, her little fists clenched above her head. Elrond picked up a small blanket, before picking up the child gently, trying his best not to wake her.

"Dῢrion.." he nudged the boy slightly, "You have to come with me. Your father died, and your mother left." Elrond blurted out once the boy was awake. The little boy's face hardened, and Elrond saw a slight darkness wash over his gaze before dropping his head. "You have to come with me. Your mother appointed me as your carer." Elrond continued, being direct with their situation. He was trying to keep it together, and not showing his anger to the child who had nothing to do with this.

The boy got up and followed Elrond out of the tent. He gave him their packs and waited until he fastened them to saddles bags. "Come child.." Elrond said quietly, giving his hand to the young boy. Dῢrion took it, and held onto the saddle as Elrond placed him on the horse. Elrond got in the saddle behind him and nudged the horse into a slow trot, steering it out of the small clearing. He looked back one last time, seeing the other elves emerging from their tent and placing their palms over their hearts, their face solemn. Elrond returned the greeting, understanding that this situation was planned out and left to join his companions at the edge of the forest.

"My lord." the elves greeted him, giving him questioning looks about the children.

"I will explain later. We ride for Rivendell." He stated quickly, nudging his horse into a soft gallop. He did not want to think of what the future has for him or the children.