This 'fic, unlike many others, does not start out in the shire or anywhere like it. It starts in Mordor, the land where shadows lie.....

Quietly walking along the strange path, I stopped to look around. Mordor. Why did father send me here? For any who might be wondering, my name is Sharayah. Most call me the golden angel, for I only come in times of dire need. I am too small for an elf, too tall for a hobbit, but around the size of an Eorlingas, or a Gondorian. I am all those mixed together. One reason they call me that, is for no one asks my name, they have my help, but look at my hair and eyes. I (as you might have guessed) have golden hair and blue eyes. My adventure does not begin with an adventure. My one wish is to find the person whom I love, and quit being immortal. (Yes, Adam. children of half-elves can be immortal also!) That is the reason that I have helped: because I have not found one who I would like to spend my life with. My true adventure begins in Mordor, helping Frodo and Sam.

Part One

I was in my bedroom, staring at the ceiling, bored. "When am I going to get out of this place?" I spoke to no one.

Kasha came into my room. "Miss, your father is waiting for you," she said.

I slowly got out of bed and put on a simple dress to cover up my nightgown. "Did he send a message Kasha?"

She turned to look at me. "No miss, he didn't. Only said that you were to come to see him."

I let out a long sigh. He never speaks to me except in his throne room. I decided to just get it over with. I entered the throne room and asked, "What is it you want now, Ada (father)?"

"Sharayah, you are being sent on a journey to Mordor, to help a young hobbit named Frodo to destroy the ring. He has just sent his best friend away, and is heading to Cirith Ungol."

I leapt to my feet, aghast. "Ada, why has he done this foul thing?" I asked. Ada looked pained.

"The One Ring has possessed him Shara." I smiled inwardly at the nickname he had for me. He could do nothing about it. This I knew. For though he wanted to, he knew he couldn't go.

"Shara, I am trusting you with this mission. I cannot go, but this young hobbit needs the guidance of someone other than this 'Smeagol'. So far our allies have seen nothing but trouble with this creature, and we don't want the Ring of Power to fall into his vile hands."

I contemplated the situation. "Ada, why is it bad if the thing is in his possession?"

He gave me 'the look'. "Sharayah, I need you to go to Mordor. I have a companion to accompany you on your trip. He was called 'the warrior'. That is what he was, so that is what they called him. Skilled with saber and bow, probably the killer of most orcs also."

"Ada, why not send Kasha with me?" I will admit, the one they were to send with me was a good friend of mine. I never thought that he would be the one Ada would choose to send with me. When he came in, bow strapped to his quiver, sabers through their sheaths, he looked different. Last time I had seen him I was eight years old, but now I am fifteen. "Amin Mellon (My Friend), it is so good to see you again!"

Since I had last seen him, his skin had turned from rather pale to a fairly dark tan. Along with that, his hair had turned the color of polished, darkened wood. His eyes have turned from a woody brown to piercing blue (elves eyes can change color).

Later that night, I had gone to my room to pack my things. One thing I never took off was Anarion, my elven pendant, so it came with me on every journey. I took my sword off the wall. The elven script on it read "I am Halanguel, orcs fear my blade." My father came into my room with a bow in his hands. "Shara, you are finally old enough to inherit your Lothlorien bow,' he said. I took it. The arrows were of a fine polished wood, but the bow was a golden brown, mallorn, I think. "Ada, I thank you."

He called me from my room when I was finished packing. "Come, it is time to leave."