A/N- The original name I had for the Exiled Unicorn was Goliath, but I had help from someone who came up with several names for him, and a friend chose the best one, Awarthonaur {meaning Forsaking of Fire—pronounced- (ah- wahrth-oh-nowr)} Thanks for all the help everyone has given me, I hope you enjoy! This is the first chapter in a great story to-be.

Disclaimer—If I mention any name from Tolkien's mythological books "The Lord of the Rings;" I warn you I don't own any. I just enjoy reading the awesome books he wrote, speaking of Tolkien.

Chapter 1: Awarthonaur, the Exile

The unicorns ran free in the wild lands of Europe, roaming to the mountains, a refuge, for freedom, and to signify the beauty that surrounded them. The dim sight of frost could be seen atop the highest mountains to the lowest valleys amidst the drowning fog. If touched by the timeless frost, the unicorn would hear many voices calling them elsewhere, not to the sanctuary. The skies reaching higher and farther to the heavens, giving light a chance to win over darkness. And a waterfall fell from enormous heights sprinkling many a unicorns with splashes of water.

Most the unicorns' fur was the color of rainbows such as green, blue, purple, and yellow or snow, except one. He had furious red marking across his body, fiery eyes, and a tail-whip. Even his name, Awarthonaur, hinted a warning. Ever since birth, he was on his own, surviving in the wild; lonely and courageous. His mother abandoned him for another tribe because of his quick temper and to find a mate. But none saw his other softer side even though they took him in to teach him their ways. He could never learn their ways 'cause he taught himself the wild methods to survive and was a wild unicorn.

A unicorn far more handsome than the others was King of the Unicorns. He taught his tribe the means of survival and the instrument of the voice.

Telepathically he called the tribe, dancing with pride and glory on a hilltop. 'Come to me, O wise lads and ladies of my tribe. Come and hear of good news, if you call it that!' His majestical voice rang out far and wide upon the plains.

'What is the news?' thought the many unicorns coming to their One King.

'I don't know, but let us see for ourselves what the King has in store for us,' a male unicorn said, followed by many other unicorns.

'It is not peril on which I sent for you all to come, but new inhabitants of our lands.' Cedric the Chief announced. 'What shall we do? Send them away or let them stay. On my behalf I shall say let them stay; they haven't bothered our lands, though they are settling in and around our nesting grounds.'

"But they can't. It's our only spot where we can have our young and care for them before they leave. Anyway, we can only have the young every five years..." protested a group of tiresome females, whom had already carried many baby unicorns and brought them into the world.

"True, true; mistresses!" The king applauded. "Now what shall we do for this argument?" He asked, his voice rising high above the others talking amongst themselves, while his thought went deep into what they could do for the crisis they were in.

Another crowd with the leader as Awarthonaur signaled leave. "They must leave our lands to find another sanctuary," Awarthonaur rebelled. "But in doing so, allow us to vote, my Lord!" His voice rang out long and wide.

"Yes, that will solve the problem," Cedric the King announced. "Now, may the voting begin...and when it is tallied I will tell you if the elves leave or stay." And so the voting began and within several hours the King said, "Yes, no, yes, yes, yes, no..." Cedric announced the votes, then replied, "The elves will stay, but we will drive them out of our lands and let them find another sanctuary," he told them.

Awarthonaur was angered by the reply and fought back running straight for the Chief of Unicorns. Luckily, Cedric had moved out of the way, only to be stabbed by Awarthonaur's horn because of his swiftness. Anger sweep through the unicorn in all forms, his flames grew darker, the tail-whip the same. Finally, the rage ended, leaving the King scarred for life; bruises swept the body, face, and mane, and the chief's spoke angrily to Awarthonaur, saying--.

"Far too long have I not done anything to you, Awarthonaur. You are banished from this tribe until you learn the respects and honor of the tribe that I have tried to teach you." The Chief announced. "It was your choice which has gotten you banished, not mine!" His tone grew deeper while the others stared in amazement.

"How can you say that! I have tried to fit in among many but they won't let me. You're a stubborn race, all of you, every single one!" Awarthonaur stomped forward, allowing his face to touch the King's.

"Now, leave! Go and never come back to this tribe or any other tribes. You belong in the wild, not amongst the tribes!"

Awarthonaur left in a hurry running at his fastest pace farther and farther from the safe-haven. Neighing as he was, stomping his hooves on the softest ground made of elves.

"The soil has been stomped upon. The skies are graying and getting ever darker. When will dawn fall upon us, which we haven't seen since we've left the Grey Havens? O, what has befallen on the Earth before us." Galadriel pronounced to the other elves while she issued small children of their race off the ship.

"I see, the Earth has been trampled on; we must hold a meeting in which we talk of this issue," Elrond said to Galadriel.

"Yes, now allow me escort the young and women to a beautiful grove nearby, for I am the High Queen," she told her full-grown son-in-law, Elrond, while her gown glowed with glimmering stars of white.

"They will enjoy the nature around them!" Elrond said in return. "Then we shall have a meeting discussing things anew our paths in this world called Middle-Earth."

A/N—Sorry this is a bit short, but it's only the beginning of the story. I hope you enjoy the chapters to come, following a trip with Elessar (a.k.a. Aragorn) and Awarthonaur, the Unicorn.