I hope you like this story! I took a crapload of time revising it.
Chapter 1: The Battle of Anduin Crossing
:: What happens in Lord of the rings::
"Cast it into the fire!" Elrond commanded Isildur. Isildur held in his hand the one ring, the ring that could destroy all evil in middle earth, if destroyed. And the place they were at, mount doom, where the ring was forged, was the only place it could be destroyed.
"No!" Cried Isildur "It has come to me! The one ring to rule them all! It shall be a family heirloom of my country! All my descendants shall be bound to it's fate!"
"You cannot control the ring of power!" Said Elrond "It has a will of it's own."
"I've had enough of your shallow wisdom!" Said Isildur "It is my own! My precious!" And he began to walk off.
::Where things start to change in my story::
Elrond drew his sword and went out in front of Isildur.
"Give me the ring!" He commanded "Obviously you have not the will power to destroy it so I will!"
"You may have this ring!" Said Isildur "When you cut it off my cold dead hand as I did Sauron's!"
Isildur drew a dagger from Elrond's belt.
They sword fought for awhile, one parrying the other. Until Elrond bore down on Isildur.
"Give me the ring!" He persisted. He stabbed him right in the stomach. Blood trickled from Isildur's wound.
Elrond knew what he had To do. He put back his leg and kicked Isildur into the pit of fire.
Now all that remained of Isildur, son of the king was the broken sword shard he had dropped. Elrond picked up the broken sword.
At this moment a group of elves came up the mountain slopes on horses.
"Come Elrond!" Commanded one of the elves.
As the mountain began To collapse, the men escorted Elrond down. The Men waited on the borders of Mordor.
At the front of the group was a man. Solemn - faced, with long hair, black as raven's wings. He was Isildur's most loyal servant, Crowestar.
"Where is Isildur?" Asked Crowestar "Where is the king?" He slowly looked from Elrond's hand that bore Narcil, up to his emotionless face.
A look of absolute shock Turned to burning rage.
"MURDERER!!!" He cried.
Elrond tried to explain " You do not understand-if I hadn't- Isildur- He would've- you must listen- I had to-"
"I should've seen it in your eyes! You wanted the ring for yourself! Well your attempt was in vain, Elrond of Rivendell! And now Gondor has no king!"
The men closed in around Elrond, But his loyal army rushed forth, giving him chance to escape.
Elrond's best warrior went toward Elrond.
"Deliverer" Elrond addressed him "I must run now. I fear I may not return for an age. . Be that the case, I wish for you to take my place."
"I shall do my best" he said.
Soon Elrond reached the woods of Lothlorien. He went to speak with Celleborn and Galadriel.
" You did what you could." Assured Celleborn "you could not do anything to stop it."
"You must go now." Said Galadriel " Live in the north for an age. . You will know when it is time to emerge."
Elrond got up "yes" he said " if you do wish to find me, look not for Elrond. I am now a wandering ranger. Know me as light caster."
And so years passed, and a great war raged on between men and elves.
Meldince was an elf of Mirkwood, brother of Legolas Greenleaf, son of Thranduil. Thranduil, along with Meldince and Legolas, led a fleet of Mirkwood elves to meet a fleet of men from Gondor.
On the other side was Haloren, son of Haronin. Descendant of Crowestar.
"You shall not win this fight!" Cried Haloren.
"Herio!" Thranduil yelled to the elves. (A/N: Those have seen the two towers may know that 'Herio' means 'charge' in elfish.)
Meldince took out his elfish blade and began to slice away at warriors. Legolas made sure to have his back with his excellent archery skills.
Stab! Slash! Meldince plowed his way through many warriors.
Swish! An arrow narrowly missed Legolas. Meldince was parrying arrows with his blade.
"It will be a fortunate battle." Legolas told his brother.
"Indeed." Agreed Meldince. But as he said this, he noticed that Haloren was cornering Thranduil. He went to his father's aid while Legolas reached for the Mirkwood flag. Legolas put back his bow and drew out two white shining sabers.
"Please!" Begged Thranduil " the elves have only ever wished to fight alongside men."
"You are a bunch of unholy and greedy murderers!" Declared Haloren. He raised his sword high and stabbed straight into the stomach of Thranduil. Meldince looked in horror at his father's emotionless face.
"NO!!!" Cried Meldince. Legolas spied his father. An angry tear slid down his face. He raised the Mirkwood flag and gave a shout.
With all his energy, he wielded the flag like a spear and hurled it at Haloren. Haloren gave a shout of shock as the flag's blade dug into his back. He walked toward Meldince, still battle-ready. Legolas fired an arrow. Haloren felt the rage pulse through the arrow. Swish! Another arrow.
He began to breathe heavily. He raised his sword.
"UUURRRGGGHHAAAAA!!!!!"
Meldince held his saber firmly in front of him. Another arrow forced Haloren into his sword.
Meldince withdrew his sword. Another arrow from Legolas and Haloren fell flat on his face.
The men warriors retreated, gaining a victory for the elves, if you could call it that.
Meldince and Legolas kneeled over their Father.
"My will is in the city." Said Thranduil "Find it and you will claim my fortune."
Thranduil was given a mighty funeral. Elves came from miles away. Legolas and Meldince stayed after for hours.
Legolas and Meldince Later read the will:
To whom it may concern:
If you are reading this then I have been slain in battle. I wish for my children to know that I have no desire for vengeance -
"Well it's a little late for that!" Added Meldince
- But only for Legolas to take control of things until-
Legolas grabbed away the note and finished it in shock.
"What?" Asked Meldince. And his jaw dropped as he read it:
-Until Meldince fulfills his quest of finding Elrond, his father.
Chapter 1: The Battle of Anduin Crossing
:: What happens in Lord of the rings::
"Cast it into the fire!" Elrond commanded Isildur. Isildur held in his hand the one ring, the ring that could destroy all evil in middle earth, if destroyed. And the place they were at, mount doom, where the ring was forged, was the only place it could be destroyed.
"No!" Cried Isildur "It has come to me! The one ring to rule them all! It shall be a family heirloom of my country! All my descendants shall be bound to it's fate!"
"You cannot control the ring of power!" Said Elrond "It has a will of it's own."
"I've had enough of your shallow wisdom!" Said Isildur "It is my own! My precious!" And he began to walk off.
::Where things start to change in my story::
Elrond drew his sword and went out in front of Isildur.
"Give me the ring!" He commanded "Obviously you have not the will power to destroy it so I will!"
"You may have this ring!" Said Isildur "When you cut it off my cold dead hand as I did Sauron's!"
Isildur drew a dagger from Elrond's belt.
They sword fought for awhile, one parrying the other. Until Elrond bore down on Isildur.
"Give me the ring!" He persisted. He stabbed him right in the stomach. Blood trickled from Isildur's wound.
Elrond knew what he had To do. He put back his leg and kicked Isildur into the pit of fire.
Now all that remained of Isildur, son of the king was the broken sword shard he had dropped. Elrond picked up the broken sword.
At this moment a group of elves came up the mountain slopes on horses.
"Come Elrond!" Commanded one of the elves.
As the mountain began To collapse, the men escorted Elrond down. The Men waited on the borders of Mordor.
At the front of the group was a man. Solemn - faced, with long hair, black as raven's wings. He was Isildur's most loyal servant, Crowestar.
"Where is Isildur?" Asked Crowestar "Where is the king?" He slowly looked from Elrond's hand that bore Narcil, up to his emotionless face.
A look of absolute shock Turned to burning rage.
"MURDERER!!!" He cried.
Elrond tried to explain " You do not understand-if I hadn't- Isildur- He would've- you must listen- I had to-"
"I should've seen it in your eyes! You wanted the ring for yourself! Well your attempt was in vain, Elrond of Rivendell! And now Gondor has no king!"
The men closed in around Elrond, But his loyal army rushed forth, giving him chance to escape.
Elrond's best warrior went toward Elrond.
"Deliverer" Elrond addressed him "I must run now. I fear I may not return for an age. . Be that the case, I wish for you to take my place."
"I shall do my best" he said.
Soon Elrond reached the woods of Lothlorien. He went to speak with Celleborn and Galadriel.
" You did what you could." Assured Celleborn "you could not do anything to stop it."
"You must go now." Said Galadriel " Live in the north for an age. . You will know when it is time to emerge."
Elrond got up "yes" he said " if you do wish to find me, look not for Elrond. I am now a wandering ranger. Know me as light caster."
And so years passed, and a great war raged on between men and elves.
Meldince was an elf of Mirkwood, brother of Legolas Greenleaf, son of Thranduil. Thranduil, along with Meldince and Legolas, led a fleet of Mirkwood elves to meet a fleet of men from Gondor.
On the other side was Haloren, son of Haronin. Descendant of Crowestar.
"You shall not win this fight!" Cried Haloren.
"Herio!" Thranduil yelled to the elves. (A/N: Those have seen the two towers may know that 'Herio' means 'charge' in elfish.)
Meldince took out his elfish blade and began to slice away at warriors. Legolas made sure to have his back with his excellent archery skills.
Stab! Slash! Meldince plowed his way through many warriors.
Swish! An arrow narrowly missed Legolas. Meldince was parrying arrows with his blade.
"It will be a fortunate battle." Legolas told his brother.
"Indeed." Agreed Meldince. But as he said this, he noticed that Haloren was cornering Thranduil. He went to his father's aid while Legolas reached for the Mirkwood flag. Legolas put back his bow and drew out two white shining sabers.
"Please!" Begged Thranduil " the elves have only ever wished to fight alongside men."
"You are a bunch of unholy and greedy murderers!" Declared Haloren. He raised his sword high and stabbed straight into the stomach of Thranduil. Meldince looked in horror at his father's emotionless face.
"NO!!!" Cried Meldince. Legolas spied his father. An angry tear slid down his face. He raised the Mirkwood flag and gave a shout.
With all his energy, he wielded the flag like a spear and hurled it at Haloren. Haloren gave a shout of shock as the flag's blade dug into his back. He walked toward Meldince, still battle-ready. Legolas fired an arrow. Haloren felt the rage pulse through the arrow. Swish! Another arrow.
He began to breathe heavily. He raised his sword.
"UUURRRGGGHHAAAAA!!!!!"
Meldince held his saber firmly in front of him. Another arrow forced Haloren into his sword.
Meldince withdrew his sword. Another arrow from Legolas and Haloren fell flat on his face.
The men warriors retreated, gaining a victory for the elves, if you could call it that.
Meldince and Legolas kneeled over their Father.
"My will is in the city." Said Thranduil "Find it and you will claim my fortune."
Thranduil was given a mighty funeral. Elves came from miles away. Legolas and Meldince stayed after for hours.
Legolas and Meldince Later read the will:
To whom it may concern:
If you are reading this then I have been slain in battle. I wish for my children to know that I have no desire for vengeance -
"Well it's a little late for that!" Added Meldince
- But only for Legolas to take control of things until-
Legolas grabbed away the note and finished it in shock.
"What?" Asked Meldince. And his jaw dropped as he read it:
-Until Meldince fulfills his quest of finding Elrond, his father.