Author: Kaizer
Rated: We'll say PG for now
Summary: Well that would give it away wouldn't it. Read it and let me know if you like it. I'll give you a little clue, its based after the war of the Ring and has nothing to do with Legolas or Eomer... but there will be some Aragorn and Arwen...
Feedback: PLEASE! Its been so long since I've written a Tolkien fanfiction, so any feedback will be appreciated.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters originally created by Professor Tolkien, that means Elladan too I'm afraid, but the rest are mine.

"Aselasar"
- Mountain Seeker -

Chapter 1.

The soft glow of firelight along the cliff faces comforted Elladan (E-lla-dan) as he stared out over the Bay of Eldamar with his soft grey eyes. Two days he had camped by these waters, waiting. He knew they were close, Arda knew that they were not far and so he waited, for the flame raised to let him know that they were ready.
He knew this bay like the back of his hand, and that's quite well considering the many years he had to study it. This is why he was one of the elves set to guide the ships through the Enchanted Isles to the shores of Valinor.
The light of stars reflected in his long dark hair, which he wore pulled back off of his face in a plait and held in place with a strap of red leather. His robes were made of rich materials and coloured in dark hues of the elements, complimenting his well built, but lithe frame.
He was a son of the Lord Elrond and Celebrían, the Silver Queen, this duty was well appointed, however much he disliked being parted from his twin brother Elrohir.
There was a storm brewing, he could smell it. He hoped the sea's outside the bay were not to treacherous, nor the waves to big.
With a final breath of the salty air, he turned and entered the shelter of his camp, placed overlooking the sea, but beneath the protection of the Tree of Poldore, where only a small fire was lit to light his parchment as he logged the events of the day.
The other elf that slept soundly in the sleeping roll of furs on the other side of the fire stretched and let out a small yawn.
"Go back to sleep Lyethal (Ly-e-thall), the moon has not set below the horizon," Elladan grinned and brought the skin of water that hung around his neck to his lips and swallowed the cool, clear liquid with relish.
"I am more than awake, perhaps you should sleep?" the auburn haired elf replied, pulling the sleeping furs from covering his body, "It will be my turn to watch soon anyway."
"How about we both watch for a while?" Elladan suggested with a smile, "So you can tell me all about this maiden Erecla that has so captured your attention at the last festival of Arnith.
Lyethal smirked and let his blue eyes wander over the horizon, "She is more beautiful than the stars that float in the sky, that even the water tries to reflect her beauty, but cannot match it."
Elladan snorted and thew a twig from the ground at his friend, "You've been bewitched by that winter rose," he laughed, "With her blonde hair entangling you in her female charms and her blue eyes that flash passion and romance at you. You've become as dull as a rock."
Lyethal glared at Elladan with a look of pity, "Do not be bitter, my friend, that you are far too distracted by the patterns of this world to acknowledge that no real beauty has thrown herself at your feet. Except maybe for Talian, but even she could not move your gaze."
At the mention of the she-elf that had most of the Elvin kind eating from her hand made Elladan wince, he did not favour the subject of Talian; the name of the Fox Mistress suited her well, for she was beautiful, but deceptively cunning and sly.
A strength, Elladan supposed, when it came to dealing with enemies, but there were no enemies in Valinor.

"Look! The arrow rises!" Elladan called, pointing out towards the sea as an arrow of flames flew through the sky, signalling the arrival of a White Ship.
"Nice change of subject," Lyethal sighed and pulled himself to his feet, "Come on, let's go out and meet them."
Elladan looked up at the now cloud filled sky, all natural light now covered with shadows, "I think we should wait. It looks like a storm."
Lyethal raised his eyebrows, "Scared of a little rain are you? Come on, you know these waters better than the mermen, we'll be back before the sun rises."
Hesitantly, Elladan looked at the sky once more and then followed his friend to the row boat. Lyethal was right, he knew these waters, what harm could a little rain do?

"A LITTLE RAIN?" Elladan yelled over the torrents of water that fell about them at Lyethal who was struggling to control the oars of the vessel.
"So I'm no good at predicting the weather, bite me!" Lyethal shouted back, continuing to strain under the power of the swell that lapped the side of their small boat.
"I'll shove those oars where even orc's are afraid to enter!" Elladan teased before turning serious, "We should turn back! The current is getting too strong!"
The wind beat around their ears, carrying away Lyethal's answer, but bringing in the cries of help from the White ship. Both elves shielded their eyes from the stinging rain and peered around the black ocean for any sign of the ship and her passengers.
"THERE!" Lyethal shouted, pointing due east.
Elladan could only just make out the faint outline of the white vessel, but steered their boat towards it.
"Elladan! WATCH OUT!" called Lyethal, as a huge wave came crashing towards them. Both elves screamed as their small boat was overturned. The last thing Elladan remembered was the suffocating feeling of water all around him, before an oar from their boat knocked him out and all he felt was the cold shadow of death taking control of his body.