Author's notes:

Hi everyone! This is my first Lord of the Rings fanfiction! This fanfiction is based off of a roleplay character who I just fell in love with. Her portrayal isn't the same as her roleplay one, but I still love this character.

Also, if you have a quotev account- it's also on their under the user: "Rey of Sunshine"

Anyway! I hope you enjoy the story!

Hannon Le

Chapter One:

Arrival at Edoras

The evening was growing dark on the Rohirrim plains and a rider of the North arrived into the kingdom of horse riders. This rider was not just any rider, she was a young woman who derived from a great linage. But this daughter of the Race of Men was quiet different- very different than all the other women of all races in Middle Earth. As she arrived to the capital of Rohan, she noticed the gates were wide open as if they were having a celebration. When she rode through Edoras, she could hear cheering, "Victory o'er Helms Deep!"

She had a smile on her face when she first heard those words from the Rohirrim. The she-ranger heard news about her brother led Rohan to victory over Sarumon's forces of evil, but she did not know how much this would impact the people of Rohan. As she got off her horse, still having her hood up, two guards of Rohan approached the ranger. "What is this ranger of the North here in the kingdom of Edoras?", one guard asked the young woman.

"I am here to see my brother who has join the company of a dwarf and an elf" Her calming voice spoke to the guards. She did not want to make any threats nor make any trouble here in Rohan, for this was her farthest travel south than she ever made. But the guards were stun that a woman's voice came upon the hooded ranger, not only that- they were in shock that this she-ranger spoke of Aragorn son of Arathorn. "My lady, if you may, you can follow me..." The guard then guided the ranger to the Great Hall and paused for a moment.

The hooded woman then saw Theoden King standing up in front of an audience, "Tonight we remember those who gave their blood to defend this country. Hail the victorious dead!"

"Hail!" The audience had a moment of silence before they drank their first pint of ale. Theoden King noticed the hooded she-ranger and spoke, " Who is this ranger who comes to my hall?" Everyone heads turn in curiosity of who this ranger was. The she-ranger walked up slowly and knelt before the King of Rohan, " I am here to seek my brother who arrived here not long before the Battle of Helms Deep..."

Theoden furrowed his eyebrows, he did believe this ranger, this shockingly she-ranger. But he needed to see her face to see who she might be related to, "Please, take off your hood- so I may see a face of familiarity..."

The ranger hesitated at first for she rarely showed her face to others, but this time she had to. She looked at an older man- dressed all in white and recognized him: Gandalf... And Gandalf recognized her back with a faint smile on his face. Her rough yet delicate hands swiftly took her hood off and gasps ran through the air. Theoden, was in fact shocked, "So, you are the sister of Aragorn son of Arathorn?"

" I am... I am known in the wild as 'Daegwenn'-" But the ranger was cut off by a man who stood behind her, " She is also known to her allies as Rínel- a maiden of great talent but also stubbornness."

Rínel stood up and faced the man with a small playful smirk, "My brother, even though your the greatest figure in my life- you always try to tease me too much." Aragorn laughed and hugged his sister, " I have missed you nethig, but this journey you have taken was a very dangerous one."

" Aragorn, being a daughter of men combined with being a ranger is a very dangerous life." Rínel continued, " I think Eru destined for my life to be a troublesome one."

Theoden chuckled between the exchanges between Aragorn and Rínel. He then put a hand on Rínel shoulder in a friendly manner, "Welcome Rínel daughter of Arathorn. Your presence is always welcome here in the Kingdom of Rohan..."

Rínel nodded in a manner of thankfulness before Theoden King socialized with others in the Great Hall. This left Aragorn and Rínel alone and Aragorn gave his little sister a small sad smile, " Why are you here Rínel?..."

Rínel looked at her brother with a similar expression as him, " I heard that the fellowship was broken... I needed to know if you were alive..." Aragorn sighed, " Rínel, you do not have to worry-"

"But Aragorn, I had to worry" The fair maiden spoke, " You are my only brother and a great leader, I do not want to see you dead-"

"Nor do I for you, nethig" Aragorn spoke over Rínel, " You are far from your territory and you are stepping into the the edge of danger..." He began to speak in elvish, "I hen uin Sauron gimb nín nanwa..." Aragorn paused and this left the she-ranger stunned. " Mai e ecces de, e thel reitha dagnir de..."

Rínel was silent for a moment and bravely held her head up high, "Then let him try..."

Aragorn's eyes widen, not being in shock, but having fear of his sister being very reckless of what darkness she would encounter, " Rínel! Your recklessness will be your downfall- if you die, then the future will be long forgotten."

"Aragorn..." Rínel responded, " My future isn't important as yours... You are the heir of Isildur!-"

"And you are too" Aragorn cut Rínel off, "If I die in this, you are the last hope..." Rínel shook her head, " You say that because you desire not to become King of Gondor... You rather have me sit as Queen..."

Aragorn was silent, in some of what Rínel spoke of was true... He did not want to become King of Gondor and he knew in his heart that Rínel did not want to be Queen either. Rínel sighed, " We will talk about this later..." Rínel then walked away from Aragorn, she was not comfortable talking about lineages and who should take up the crown of Gondor. She wasn't the maiden who would go after the throne, she was a maiden of the wild and the wild are not royalty.

As she took off her cloak, she wore a long brown tunic that was fit for any female ranger- along with her hair that was braided. She walked around the Great Hall, observing everyone. She was happy that the people of Rohan won over the battle of Helms Deep, but she knew that this was not the start of the battle over Middle Earth. It was just a test of who was the strongest and who was the weakest.

"Oh you can search far and wide,

You can drink the whole town dry,

But you'll never find a beer so brown,

As the one we drink in our hometown."

Rínel heard singing and discovered the two voices that were singing. She found two hobbits singing and dancing on a table where the Rohirrim folk cheered. Rínel was surprised that two hobbits were still with Aragorn and his small company, but she did not want to think of the breaking of the fellowship. Rínel wanted to enjoy their laughter and song,

"You can drink your fancy ales,

You can drink 'em by the flagon,

But the only brew for the brave and true..."

There was a small pause in the song, Rínel knew that this pause was not intentional. She noticed that one of the hobbits looked at Gandalf with a gaze of worry. Rínel could not make out what it was about, she felt as if she was in the middle of the gaze- a gaze of worry and mystery. But this didn't last long until the other hobbit broke his companion's gaze, "Pippin!"

Pippin, the hobbit, looked back at his friend and continued singing,

" But the only brew for the brave and true, Comes from The Green Dragon!"

The two hobbits then drank their ale as fast as they could while the folk of Rohan cheered. Rínel smiled at the hobbits before a golden haired woman approached her, "You are the sister of Aragorn?"

Rínel faced the woman and nodded, " I am..." After the she-ranger responded, the fair lady of Rohan spoke, " I am Eowyn, your brother is a great leader- and a honorable man." Rínel gave the Lady of Rohan a smile, " Men who fought for the lives of others are honorable men... Those who are not are cowards and or wicked in the eyes of the light..."

Eowyn looked at the daughter-descendant of Isildur as if she was curious of her history. To Eowyn, Rínel sounded like a woman of many tales and wisdom- which is very rare in this day of age, "My lady, you sound like you've been in battle before..."

Rínel looked at Eowyn with a sad expression- yes, it was true... Rínel have participated in battles, small battles... But in each battle, there is a cost of life and death, " I protected the lands of the North, the lands of the Shire, and the lands of the elves... I've seen battles and participated in few... War changes people, but I do not dwell on that..." She continued, " If you hear my brother speak of me and my wild adventures- it is because he covers the sorrow of what I faced..."

Rínel looked back at Eowyn and noticed her shock and concern of this she-ranger. But Rínel chuckled and shook her head, " I did not want to ruin your night of celebration, my lady... You are young and you shall smile for eternity." Eowyn gave Rínel a small smile and bowed to her before leaving. Rínel, afterwards, felt awkward about the encounter with the Lady of Rohan. It wasn't that the Lady of Rohan made her feel uncomfortable, but the fact that Rínel told her the honest truth of her experience in battle. It was one of the few things that she talked about and a few that she never wanted to mentioned.

As she sighed and was about to take her leave, she ran into the hobbit whose name was Pippin. "Sorry! Mi' lady!" Pippin exclaimed in utter apologetic while holding his pint of ale, " I should be watching where I step next time!"

Rínel laughed and responded, "Do not be sorry, for I should be the one watching where I step!" She continued, " You are from the Shire, are you not?" Pippin's eyes widen in glee and nodded, " I am from the Shire! Have you been there?" Rínel nodded with a smile, " I have been there before, the Shire is a very calming and beautiful- I wish I can visit there again." Pippin smiled widely, "Then you should know that the best weed is in Longbottom!"

Rínel raised an eyebrow and laughed, " I have heard of the pipe-weed, but I have never smoked it before-" She was then cut off by the hobbit, "Then you come back to the Shire and maybe I can introduce the weed to you!" Rínel laughed and nodded, "Then it is a deal!"

Pippin then realized that he didn't introduced himself to the kind woman, " I'm Pippin, Pippin Took!" He then extended his hand to shake and Rínel extended hers, " I am Rínel, you most likely know my brother-"

"Of course I do!" Pippin exclaimed, " You are Aragorn's sister! You know, you two look very similar." Rínel raised an eyebrow, "And how do we look similar, master hobbit?" Pippin the replied, " You have the same eyes- well similar, yours is green while his is grey..."

"Pippin!" The other hobbit called out Pippin's name. Pippin looked around before he left Rínel, "Sorry, mi lady, I must find where my friend Merry is at..." Rínel nodded and watched the hobbit search for his friend. She knew that they would meet again and her destiny would be intertwined with his in a war between the light and dark. There was something in the air that a great silence was held in before the great plunge would take it's place in a battle over Middle Earth...

Elvish phrases/words/names:

"Daegwenn" ~ ( dae ) "Shadow"... (gwenn) "maiden"

"nethig" ~ "sister"

"I hen uin Sauron gimb nín nanwa..." ~ "The eye of Sauron has discovered me..."

" Mai e ecces de, e thel reitha dagnir de..." ~ "If he finds you, he will try to kill you"