Disclaimer: OK! I don't own any of the LOtR characters. But I do own Isilya! And the plot is mine. If there are any characters in this that resemble anybody dead or alive, then it is plain luck.
This is my first LOtR fic. So, please be kind enough to give me your reviews. Thank you.
Prologue: A time after the war of the ring. When everyone was happy that the evil was over, a new or perhaps a forgotten enemy rears his head. Now, the three friends travel to a land quite east to Mordor. New adventures await them. And new friends and trials too!
Chapter 1 (the abduction)
The rain splattered in the stony courtyard. A shadow moved noiselessly through the walls that separated the apparition from the heavily armored guards of Minas Terith. In it's hand it held a sword whose black hilt glowed a ghostly blue. Only the sharp intake of breath could tell that the creature in the hood was living. It lifted its sword into both its hands, which looked like they had stayed underwater for too long.
"At last the prophecy is to be fulfilled."
The shadow moved without any sound and with a flick of a hand had the two guards that guarded the front doors of the palace of Minas Terith down.
"Let me find you Elven prince!" it hissed and as if sniffing for its victim, the shadow turned abruptly to its left and walked as fast as the wind.
"You must breathe Arwen! It will do good to the both of you!" the old woman smiled at the woman on the bed. Arwen clutched the white satin sheets and screamed. She was about to deliver the heir of Gondor into the world. Her white dress clung to her form with sweat and her pale face was bathed with perspiration. The old woman pressed Arwen's hand and smiled reassuringly.
Meanwhile outside the closed doors of the room where his child was to come, Aragorn looked at the closed door with worry and anxiety in his features. When another scream erupted, he turned towards his best friend,
"Legolas, I am anxious mellon amin!"
The wood elf patted his friend's shoulder in an assuring gesture and nodded his head.
"You worry too much! Arwen is safe and your child shall soon smile at the face of his father! You are fortunate mellon amin! Very fortunate indeed!"
Aragorn nodded. "I thank you Legolas! For all that you have done for Minas Terith and us! I hope you would be glad to learn that I have decided that you be the god father of this child."
Legolas' eyes went wide as he heard this. But he slowly smiled and nodded.
"I am honoured my friend! I am quite honoured indeed!"
Just then, an ear-piercing scream erupted their conversation. Aragorn ran towards the closed door and banged with his fist.
"Arwen! Somebody, I command you to open this door! Now!"
The door slowly opened to reveal the midwife walk out with a satisfied smile in her face. She turned to Aragorn and bowed.
"It would please his majesty to know that he has a daughter to cherish now!"
Aragorn clutched the midwife gently and to her greatest surprise, hugged her gently.
For a moment she felt lost but then, her old eyes misted with tears. Tears, which did not remain withheld.
When the king slowly withdrew the embrace, she looked into the eyes of the ruler and smiled.
"You have given me the pleasure of a son Aragorn! May your reign rule for ever!"
Aragorn smiled and removing a ring of mithril from his finger, he gently placed it into her withered hands.
"And you have loved me like a mother."
The old woman smiled and bowed once more and left. Aragorn turned to look at Legolas.
"Mellon amin, my daughter awaits!"
Legolas smiled and followed his friend into the room. There on a huge white bed, lay Arwen in a slumber induced by fatigue. By her side a bundle lay. A bundle from which gurgles came to signal the presence of a small elven child. The fair face smiled at the sight of her father. Aragorn smiled as tears traced down his cheek.
" Welcome to Gondor my daughter!"
He then turned to Arwen who was lying in a slumber. He smiled.
"Sleep well my love. Rest for you will get none when our daughter demands attention."
Legolas had entered the room now. Aragorn turned to his best friend and smiled.
"I have a princess to cherish for now and forever."
"And I am happy for the three of you." He replied. But just as he finished saying that, there was a loud crash as the window near them shattered. Aragorn instinctively shielded his newborn child as he turned to see the source of this utterly rude disturbance.
There it stood, a cloaked figure. In its hand it had a huge sword, which was glowing a pale blue.
When it spoke, it was a raspy whisper.
"Give me the child King of Gondor, then I shall leave you and the ones you love to rest in peace. If you resist, then I shall be forced to kill every person in this room if I have to take the child."
Aragorn glared at the apparition.
"What do you want? What insolence you have that you claim the princess of Gondor as if she were a mere child!"
The cloaked figure drew in a raspy breath as if checking for patience.
"I know that she is no mere child. That is why, foolish mortal that I come to claim her. Now give her to me!" the figure raised its clammy hands and as though a tempest had hit them, the two warriors fell down. But the child gently floated towards the intruder. It caught the bundle and giving out a cruel high pitched laugh, disappeared into a swarm of black sand that flew through open window.
It was a while before Aragorn regained his senses. He turned around to find Legolas getting up to his feet and feeling himself for injuries. He then turned to look at Arwen who was lying there.
"Aragorn."
"Call my best warriors Legolas and we shall ride to find my daughter."
"Aragorn!" but this voice was that of Arwen. Aragorn rushed to her side.
"Where is our child?" she asked with confusion in her eyes as though the grey eyes of her husband dreaded some unhappy news. Aragorn remained silent.
"Aragorn! Where is our child?"
Aragorn turned to Legolas who on seeing his friend's eyes understood the meaning of what he wanted. He slowly walked towards the door and gently closed it leaving the two inside. Aragorn was going to find it hard to tell Arwen what had really happened. As he thought of the recent happening, his mind reeled. What was that thing? A Nazgul? But all of them died in the war of the ring. It was incredulous to think that they would come back.
As he was thinking, a hand placed itself onto his right shoulder. Legolas turned back instantaneously to see to his surprise,
"Gandalf?!"
The wizard smiled at the elf and nodded. Legolas' face was filled with confusion.
"But how? You sailed to the undying lands! How are you back here?"
Gandalf's smile faltered a little. He turned to face the room where Aragorn was probably telling his heartbroken wife about the disappearance of their child.
"I have heard. I have come. The state of the present matters need my attention or so the Eldar think."
Legolas frowned at this information. He then turned to the door where Aragorn now stood when a scream ran from the room. He turned to Gandalf,
"What was that thing?"
Gandalf lowered his head. " I have no better idea than you. But there is a scroll, which I shall open in front of Aragorn at a council, which you and Gimli shall attend. All four of us shall travel to wherever the fates deem us to go."
Legolas shook his head. "I don't understand anything! Is this going to lead us to Mordor?"
Gandalf shook his head. "No. Somewhere farther away, towards east, we shall go."
Legolas nodded. Now he needed to wait for Gimli as well. Funny he thought. Such a reunion would have made him happy but it was indeed a very sad time for them all.
So, How was it? There will be a plot involved (Duh!) so, keep your reviews coming. Please encourage this first time author with your constructive criticisms! U