First LOTR fanfic...
This is going to be a series so yeah.
Hope you guys enjoy.
The Mountain Pass was still open though Winter was coming fast, a company of elves from Mirkwood were making their way toward the Pass from the forest. They were heading toward the Last Homely House for rest and council away from the shadow of their home. Yet unknown to them, the shadow was tracking them and readying an attack against the company. Elven songs filled the silent air as the company rode on wanting to get to the Pass before nightfall.
As they passed through to the Pass road through the stone and rock gate that always stood open during certain seasons. The horses though whined as the wind shifted and many tried to run from the danger as their masters turned. Swords and bows were ready yet they did not see anything in the darkness of the forest that they faced until black arrows flew killing or injuring the ones they struck. A battle began between the Elves and orcs that sprang from the forest their poisoned blades ready.
A black horse ran from the battle a small being upon its back as the orcs fired at it wanting to kill all the elves. The elven horse though continued to run away though it was pierced by a few arrows. And as the horse turned a narrow corner upon the path it took it whinnied as it slipped upon loose stones, falling. As it fell, the small being cried out in fear and sadness before they struck the ground and rolled into darkness. The horse though stunned by its fall got back up and took off once more injured and afraid.