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Lacy here, ladies and gents. I've been fighting this for gods only know how long because I've already got WAY too much on my plate. *sighs* But one cannot fight story ideas forever. So, the main point to this is Aragorn's got a sister who's a sorceress. She travels with her brother, learning more in her craft as they go. She, like Aragorn, gets pulled into the battle with the ring. Her name is Zera and we'll learn more about her as we go.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but Zera.
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Her black cloak drawn tightly around her, she watched for signs of her brother. He was late, something that wasn't like him.
"Zera,"
She turned at the sound of her name and saw her brother, Aragorn, son of Arathorn, making his way over to her. They were looking for shelter for the night while they tried to figure out what was shifting in the winds.
"Did you find some place?" Zera asked.
Aragorn nodded, his blue eyes flashing as he kept watch around them. The wind blew his dark hair back from his face. "I did. The Prancing Pony, just inside the gate."
Zera lowered her hood, her black hair spilling down her back. "Alright, let's go. A storm's coming."
Aragorn held an arm out in front of his sister. "Stay behind me."
Zera just about rolled her lavender eyes. "I can walk across the road just fine, Aragorn."
Aragorn gave her a look. "Listen for once."
Zera gave in. "Just once. Do not get used to it."
The two quickly crossed the road and made it to their destination. Deciding to eat before retiring for the night, they moved to sit at a back table, hidden in the shadows. Just before Zera moved into a corner, Aragorn caught sight of a scratch on her other wise flawless face.
"What happened?" he motioned to the scratch.
Zera touched it. "Lost a fight with a tree."
Aragorn laughed. "Since you control the Earth, that concerns me, Zera."
This time, Zera did roll her eyes. "I'm still learning, Aragorn. It takes years to get complete control."
"You have been learning since you were four," Aragorn pointed out. "you're twenty five now."
Zera felt her brow raise. "Your point?"
The barman put two drinks down for them before Aragorn could answer.
"My point is," Aragorn took a drink. "you're a little slow."
Zera huffed and took a drink of her own. "Jerk."
Aragorn shook his head with a smirk as he settled back into his seat. They sat in a comfortable silence, only the noise of the bar being heard, as they sipped their drinks. Zera was keeping a watch out for anything that might try to harm them and Aragorn was just watching. They caught sight of four rather small men coming into the inn.
"Hobbits." Zera said so only Aragorn could hear her.
He nodded, barely. "They're a long way from home." he noticed Zera stiffen. "What is it? Zera?"
"The shy looking one carries something very powerful." Zera said, her voice sounding distant. "But I cannot tell what."
Aragorn reached forward and placed a hand on his sister's arm. "Relax your mind, Zera. You're trying too hard." he knew the signs from when they were younger. Her pinched brow, stiff back and curled fist. She was pushing too hard for the answer.
Zera shut her eyes and let out a slow, even breath. She knew Aragorn was right but the power from whatever that hobbit carried had surprised her and she couldn't help but push.
She focused on the power she felt but couldn't place it. She shook her head. "I still cannot place it but," she looked at Aragorn. "it is more powerful then a hobbit should have. We must talk with him."
Aragorn saw the one Zera talk about point to them while talking to the barman. "It seems that may happen no matter what. We appear to have caught his eye."
Zera downed the rest of her drink. "Staring will do that."
They watched as the halfling moved to talk to one of his friends and was knocked down. To their disbelief, a ring slid onto his finger and he vanished. Zera went stiff again.
"It cannot be." she said, her voice just barely a whisper.
"And yet the evidence is right before our eyes." Aragorn said.
Zera's head turned sharply towards the window. "Something is coming after that ring."
"We must get him out of sight." Aragorn said. "Go up to the room. I will bring him there."
Zera stood and made her way unnoticed through the crowd. An advantage to having a ranger for a brother. She could get through anything without being seen. Her own sorcery abilities helped as well. Her deep purple staff held at an angle so it wasn't sticking out, she moved swiftly up the stairs and into the room she and Aragorn had rented for the night. Now she just had to wait and see how that hobbit had gotten the ring of power. The very ring her ancestor had failed to destroy.
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Alright, there's the start. I don't know how fast I'm gonna be able to update but I'll do my best, I promise. Let me know what you think, my flame policy, which is located at the bottom of my profile, will always stand and thanks for reading.
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