Hello everyone. Sorry about the long delay in updates and stories a lot has happened in my life that made it rather hard to keep writing.

And yes as you can see this is the first of an LOTR series that a friend of mine began but couldn't finish so I am taking over for her.

I own nothing except my Ocs.

Hope you enjoy.


The Mountain Pass was still open with winter fast approaching, a company of Elves from Greenwood the Great were making their way toward the Pass from their forest home. They were headed to the Last Homely House or Imladris for rest and council away from the shadow that was growing throughout their home making the outside world perilous to all. Yet unknown to them the shadow was tracking them readying an attack against the company as Elven songs filled the air. The Elves rode on wanting to make the Pass by nightfall so as to make camp and shelter for any threats.

They made their way onto the road leading up into the Pass through the stone gate that always stood open during all the seasons save winter at its coldest. The horses were the first to give warning as the wind shifted and many tried to run from the danger as their masters turned. Swords and bows were ready yet none could see into the growing darkness of the forest that they faced until black arrows rained from the sky killing and injuring the ones they struck. A battle began between the Elves and the orcs who had traveled further than any had thought with their poisoned weapons ready to destroy.

From the battle, a black horse with a small bundle upon its back ran as the orcs fired at it wanting to kill every Elf and living think with the company. The elven horse continued to run as several arrows pierced it in the rump, it did not falter instead going faster. As the horse turned a narrow corner upon the path it had taken, hooves slipped upon the loose stones, falling down. As the fair horse fell, the small bundle on its back cried out in fear before both struck the ground rolling into the darkness.