Disclaimer: No none of the characters are mine (except ppl you do not know), no I do not claim them and no I am not making a profit from this......well except maybe the profit of furthering my writing skill but hey I cant sell that for nothing :P
Authors note: This is my first ever Lord of the Rings fan fic and I hope you guys will help me along the way if I make mistakes...Enjoy reading it and please review if you have time, feedback is always welcome.
Summary: Set before the ring. A young Aragorn finds himself a friend in a young mortal child brought to Rivendell by a mysterious she-elf. Their friendship blooms and with the introduction of Elrond's daughter tragedy ensues. When the war is fought and love has failed our young mortal flees Rivendell vowing to never return. But finds it isn't as easy as she thought to run away from love. Yes it will be an Aragorn/OC and no Arwen will not be bitchy and out of character.
Prologue
Like many places on Middle Earth, Rivendells' beauty truly outdid itself. In autumn the golden brown trees would sway in the wind and glitter in the golden sun rays. And sometimes when the wind would blow with all its might leaves would fly into the air and glide again slowly to the ground to create a magnificent rug filled with earthly colours. Brown and yellow, red and green and all the colours would blend into each other to create a spectacular sight.
The river which flowed through Rivendell was, like the trees the most unimaginable, wonderful thing you could see. In summer it would sparkle in the bright warm light and as the elven children would come and play the water seemed to burst with life. Droplets would fly high in the air and glisten with the afternoon sun before falling back down again and joining the lively waters.
In spring the whole of Rivendell was covered with blooming flowers and blossom trees, if you were to paint it you would need all of the colours of the rainbow for it was blooming with each and every shade of red, blue and yellow.
And winter, the winters in Rivendell, though cold were a white wonderland. The snow would cover every inch of red and brown, the trees would become bare and decorated with soft white snow. Everything was colourless, but beautiful. When the sun would rise its reddened light seemed to warm up all of the land and take a way the frost. It made the snow glisten and the river sparkle. Nothing could compare to winter.
Not only was Rivendell beautiful but with each season came an enchanting song which would be sung each night when the stars were high in the night sky. The melody would float across all of Rivendell seeming to warm the coldest creature which listened to it.
Such a kingdom was Rivendell filled with beauty and song.
Each night was as wonderful as the days were long.
And when day did break the sun would shine,
Across all the kingdom, and made it divine.
A few miles from Rivendell a small village was getting ready for bed. People walked passed each other in the street and bid each other goodnight before rushing home to their children and wives. The cold winter night slowly dropped in as some of the men went to the tavern for a drink.
Not long after every one was in bed a couple of orks launched an attack on the defenceless village. The dark night soon was in flames with light as the houses began to burn. The fire spread as the orks passed through torching each house they passed by. They had no chance to even defend themselves all of the people were burn alive whilst they slept.
All but one...