I have not abandoned my other fics. I actually have several oneshots for Star Wars almost done and another chapter on the way for The Beginning of the End. However, the LOTR muse has burst out of my closet and demanded that I start these LOTR stories. I have some other LOTR story ideas in the works. I have another chapter written for this story, but I will wait to publish it until my beta reader gets back to me about it.
The ancient city of Atlantis has fallen, and the lone survivor now journeys to Rivendell in search of her old friend, Elrond's twin. She meets Estel and they fall for each other although neither knows of the others feelings. After a disastrous meeting with Elrond, she flees Rivendell only to be attacked by orcs and presumably killed. 40 years later, Aragorn meets a stranger named Ana, who almost killed him when he intruded on her camp. She joins his travels, even 10 years later when the Ring is found, she follows him and the Fellowship. What happens when they find out they know more about each other than they thought?
The sunlight glinted on the tall towers standing proudly in the morning light. Banners waved in the cool sea breeze that perpetually blew in from the south. The mountains in the background, although snow-covered still, seemed to glow warm and inviting as Eärwen rode her horse across the grassy meadows towards the castle.
Before her return millennia ago, she had been away from home for thousands of years, during which she had helped the Last Alliance fight and defeat the dark Lord Sauron. She had become good friends with the elves, especially Glorifindel and Elros, although she had not been able to meet Elrond. At the end of the Second Age, she had decided to return home. The journey had taken literally over 100 hundred years plus the centuries she had spent visiting various cities before continuing on her way.
But time meant little to Eärwen. After all, her people were immortal. They were humans still, but granted everlasting life, unless they died in battle. But Eärwen couldn't remember the last time anyone had died. On Atlantis, the idea was unthinkable. Even if an Atlantean married an outsider, the outsider could be granted immortality as well, as long as it was true love and not some outsider taking advantage of an Atlantean for immortality.
Ever since the Vala, Ulmo Lord of the Waters, had graced her people with long life, peace had reigned supreme and everyone was equal. Even her title of Princess meant little. She cooked in the kitchens and helped till the farmland with all her friends. Although all Atlanteans respected her a little extra because of her title, everybody respected everyone so she had gotten used to it. However, sometimes Eärwen was irked by the little gestures everyone constantly made towards her. It was just one more thing that separated her from everyone else.
One of the major things that separated her from others was her passion for the arts of war. Atlantis did have a standing army, but the army was mainly trained to fight in the water on the backs of their dolphin mounts. After mastering the traditional weapons, Eärwen took it a step further by becoming the first woman since the First Age to wield a sword. However, she had to travel far away from Atlantis to find a tutor.
Although surprised that a woman wanted to learn of the arts of war, Elros, at that time still immortal, agreed to teach her to wield a sword. Later she was tutored by the greatest elven swordsman of all time, Glorifindel. During her stay, over several millennia Eärwen grew to recognize some similarities between the elves and her people. For one thing, the elves' 'Sindarin' was actually the basis of Atlantean language which explained the similarities in the naming of their children.
Another was their love for music. While elves showed their appreciation for music in song, Atlanteans chose to dance. Eärwen was a curious blend of Atlantean and elven culture as a result of splitting her time equally between the two. Her favorite place to visit was Lothlorien, although she preferred Rivendell because of her friends there.
During the Second Age, Eärwen had become Elros' top commanding officer and saved his life countless times. However, when he was badly injured in a sparring session with her, she fled with an immense weight of guilt on her heart. Before she left, she had given him some of her life force so that he would recover, but she fled before he could awaken.
Banishing the dark thoughts from her mind, Eärwen urged her horse to go faster. She had become restless in the recent years and felt a longing to see her elven friends again. Racing into the courtyard, she dismounted and gave her horse over to a nearby groom. Like the elves, Eärwen rode bareback, unlike her own people who were accustomed to reins and saddles. Head held up proudly, she walked down the long corridors until she arrived at her father's study. She hesitated before knocking, knowing the coming conversation would not be pretty. Her father had never supported her decision to explore Middle Earth and this time it would be harder for her to gain permission to leave.
Knocking lightly on the door, Eärwen swept into the room and sat down in the chair placed before her father's desk. Putting aside his work, he folded his hands on his desk and gave her his undivided attention. "It has been some time since I have seen or heard from my friends across the sea. I respectfully request permission to leave our island." He frowned and leaned back in his chair. This was a good sign because it meant he was thinking about it and not directly saying no. "Very well, but you must send a letter at least every decade or I will send out the army to retrieve you or your body."
Eärwen smiled and hugged her father. "Thank you so very much!" With that, she ran off to pack, leaving her father to gaze after her fondly. His youngest daughter had always been adventurous and her stint with the elves made even more of a free spirit. But he couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding as something told him that he had just seen her for the last time. Brushing it aside, he returned to his work. Even as a figurehead king, he still had much to do.
The next morning, Eärwen saddled her horse that she had ridden just the other day and set out for the bay. People looked up from their work and waved as she passed. They were familiar with the antics of their princess, but appreciated them all the same. Strange as she was, she was still their beloved princess.
As she approached the docks, a voice cried out "Wait!" Eärwen turned to see her childhood friend Caran running towards her with a bundle in his hands. Mentally, she sighed. Already she had a full wardrobe of casual and formal clothes packed, along with her best weapons. Although the burden was light, she didn't have space for much else on the back of her horse.
"Here!" he thrust the package into her hands. "Well? Open it!" She carefully unwrapped the cloth to reveal two venar. Venar were symbols of love and given in lieu of mere rings when one professed their love. Betrothals were the exchanging of venar. Etched from rare Atlantean crystal, the pendants were of excellent craftsmanship. One was identical to her, but the other was a generic male human.
"I know you don't have your eye on anyone right now, but I thought you might want a set of these, just in case. I was going to give them to you on your birthday, but since you won't be here, I decided to give it to you before you left."
Eärwen marveled at this gift. There was no doubt in her mind that it was expensive and far more than he could afford, but he obviously couldn't get a refund now. She drew him into a tight embrace. "Thank you so much, Caran. I will treasure this forever. Literally."
He smiled and patted her on the shoulder as she released him. "Just be safe. Reports have shown that a shadow is coming, although it is very faint right now." "Will do." Climbing aboard her ship, she prepared to depart, but paused as her name fell upon her ear.
Her sister Anasyma climbed onto the deck and handed her a package. "I wanted you to have a formal circlet for your travels. Open it once you are on your way. Safe travels, dear sister." With that brief interaction done, Eärwen set out to re-travel Middle Earth, her destiny awaiting.
This may be a Haldirmance, Legomance, Boromirmance, Aragornmance(or sibling-ish love), Elrondmance (wth?) or any other main character pairing(Eomermance, Elrohirmance, Elladanmance, Faramirmance... etc...) depending on reviews. This is my story but you get to help with the romance part. i am partial to Aragorn being the main love interest.