Disclaimer

Seeing how as I haven't gotten a reply yet to the $15 and letter requesting all ownership of LotR property be shifted to me that I sent in, I suppose I don't own the people, places, books, etc yet. Yet.


Pairings

I can't believe you're asking me this. There aren't really ANY pairings in J.R.R Tolkien's works. Just because Peter Jackson mutated it to be that somehow there's a big deal about Aragorn-Arwen doesn't mean I'm going to add my knife to the murder. Nope, there are no canon-canon pairings here!

Notice I didn't say anything about non-canon.

There is a bit of OC-OC (Original Character – Original Character) but not much; I don't want to ruin the Tolkien legacy with mushiness.


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Summary

The age of Elves is passed – the time of Men has come. Only remnants of the once great Elven people remain in Middle-earth, yet even this seems too much for the new shadow which casts its gaze upon the weakened elves. non-canonFourth Age


Prologue:

The Sea Calls Us All Home

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Quote of the Chapter: The Age of the Elves was past – the time of men had come.

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The sea calls us all home.

The dawn of the elves was past, and as their dusk neared so did the fair-folk take to their white ships and sail across the sea. Their silver ships docked in the Undying Lands, and so life and laughter began to fade out of sight and remembrance, back in Middle Earth. Some lingered, some tarried, but all in all – the sea calls us all home.

The Age of the Elves was past – the time of men had come.

The Lady Galadriel of the Golden Wood had passed beyond Middle Earth's borders, and Elrond Half-Elven, Lord of Imladris, had taken to the west along with the Elven Lord, Glorfindel and all of his house. Few now remained in the lands of men who still remembered the Noldor and others of the High Elves.

And so all that was and all that had-been came to be nothing but fables and stories, hidden beneath the legend and lore of men. Yet not all was forgotten.

In lands still rich with elven-lore; where the song of the wood-elves was still heard, here the fair-folk yet dwelled, and the memories of old were preserved. For Celeborn, Lord of Lothlórien no longer, had passed to Imladris, ancient home of Elrond – leaving Haldir of Lórien to rule in his stead, and Thranduil of Mirkwood still lived, though his son – Legolas Greenleaf – had passed beyond these lands with Gimli, son of Gloin; the last of the Fellowship.

For King Elessar, Lord of Men and Gondor in the West, he who was also Aragorn, son of Arathorn, and Dúnedain of the Rangers, was no more – and his wife, Arwen, daughter of Elrond Half-Elven, had wandered to Lothlorien, where she spent her last days. Eldarion, son of Aragorn, had risen to throne. The twin sons of Elrond, Elrohir and Elladan, dwelled yet in Imladris, Rivendell, and came forth now only to visit their mother's land of Lothlórien. Few of the elven folk ventured beyond their borders now, and their memory was preserved within their golden halls. The king in the west rarely called on those of elven descent now, and – as was the way with the shire-folk, and dwarven stonesmiths of the Lonely Mountain – the elves and folk of old passed into myth and tale.

For the sea calls us all home.


-rubs hands together- well, this is going to be a challenge – I can tell! Writing a fanfic for a game is one thing; this is quite another! After all, I have my own 'style' of writing, and Tolkien has his. I'm trying to write in his 'style' as much as possible, but hey; I'm not Tolkien. There will be parts, without doubt, that sound nothing whatsoever like him. Most of it will probably sound unlike him, at that! So bear with me folk. Tell me what you think; if this is a disaster I'll cut it off and won't mutilate J.R.R Tolkien's work any more than I've already done; I respect him too much to do that.

Warning: if you don't like OC (original character) stuff, I warn thee; do not read this! This is NOT a story talking about what happened to Sam or Merry after the story, or what happened if Legolas had stayed or something else. This is my rendition of what happened in the Fourth Age after the Fellowship had departed. That means COMPLETELY OC stuff. No canon people at all, except perhaps Celeborn, Thranduil, etc. No Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli, Sam, Frodo, etc. Thank you, and I hope you keep reading my story!

-Aiko

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Beneath the Mallorn trees – it waits.

Alone and unwanted; unloved and hated.

A button wastes away; so click it!

Its wait will be abated.

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Did that even rhyme?