I own absolutely nothing to do with Lord of the Rings except for a copy of each of the books and any characters I have made up, for example Tári Anwarunya is one hundred percent mine. This is my second attempt at a Lord of the Rings fic, and I intend for it to do better than the first.

Title: When All Is Lost

Author: Giver-of-Hope

Summary: The elven carrier of the great sword has been kidnapped and the sword is now in the possession on the Uruk's. Aragorn must work together to find the missing elf and reclaim the sword. Takes place after the ring has been destroyed. There is a new unknown evil who has taken up residence in Mordor and is breeding more orcs and Uruks. Aragorn is not the king.

Rating: Teen

Prologue : Tári Kidnapped

Tári raced through the great forest of Mirkwood, talking to the trees occasionally to see if her attackers were still following her. She was approaching lands that were familiar to her, lands of her home, Lothlorien. The sword seemed to hold her down, it reminded her of the great ring, wanting to be found, though who the swords rightful owner was, nobody knew.

The sword was beautifully crafted. It was long with a graceful curve and Elvish writing on the blade that said, "I am the slayer, be warned." Obviously the sword was meant to kill any enemies of its owner, but since the owner was unknown, the enemies were also unknown.

Tári paused and leaned against a tall oak tree. She could feel the sword trying to bring her back to where she had been seen, as if urging her to let herself be seen again. She climbed up several meters and placed her palm face down on the tree and then she sang a small song.

Oh tree, great and tall be you
Whilst I be short and small
Will you please tell me
What comes near
And pray don't let me fall

The tree hummed a reply.

Though I like you not
I'll tell you
What I see with my roots
Big Uruk's come with fire and swords
They've come to get you too

Tári sighed. She had never had much luck when she was talking to trees in Mirkwood. They all seemed to have shut themselves away from the elves, keeping to themselves. At least she had gotten a reply this time. The last several times she had tried, there was no reply from the trees.

She climbed gracefully down the tree and started to run again, for the tree had not told her how far away the Uruks were, or which directions they were coming from. As she ran, she saw a tall figure approaching from a ways away. She could easily avoid whoever it was, though it appeared he was running straight for her.

She dodged to her left as an arrow flew straight over her right shoulder. Unfortunately, she did not rely on there being ten other arrows coming at her from the direction she was headed. She gave a yelp as an arrow struck her leg, hindering her progress.

She fell over and tried to summon on her magic to transport the sword to Imladris, but the Uruks were closing in and the pain was just too great.

"Get her back to Mordor," was the last thing she heard before passing out.

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