Hello everybody! I am new to FanFiction and this is my first story. I really hope that you'll read this, and review! This is set after The War of the Ring. In this Saurman had a son who has lived in the shadows and found his own victims to torture. My character's name is Allora which means divine counsellor. Eventually I hope to turn this into a LegolasxOC but alas, that will take some time. Anywho! Please enjoy, review, favourite, and follow! Bye now!

DISCLAIMER!- I do not own LOTR all credit goes to J.R.R. Tolkien, Except for Allora and Saurman's son. They are not to be used in anyone's stories but my own.

~ Cathedral78

A New Mithrandir

Chapter 1: First Impressions

All I could hear was the pounding of my bare feet against the hard soil, and roots of the path I was creating through the forest. Long since have the sound of clumsy Orc feet ceased behind me. Though they have most likely stopped looking for me, this did not offer me condolence. One can never know for sure what lurks in the shadows of cursed and dead trees.

10 years after the war certainly did not give Fangorn much time to heal itself. Yet despite all this time, the enchanted trees only seen to grow worse. A few rays of sunlight slipping past the dead bushes in front of me gave me hope that soon I would be out of the deadly forest. Picking up my already blinding speed, I burst through into the harsh sunlight I had been deprived of for days. Exhausted from the long run, I collapsed into a heap onto the soft grass once I was a safe distance away from Fangorn.

I managed to drag myself behind a rock, to hid myself in case something came across the open field I was in. It was just in time, it wasn't 5 minutes till I heard voices coming my way.

"I swear. I heard a noise, not only that but I feel a presence. We are not alone my friends, be vigilant." This voice obviously belonged to a male elf. It was smooth, yet rough. Gentle, but firm. I would immediately turn to look at this Elf, if it weren't for my exhaustion, or the fact that I was trying to hide.

A third voice rose from the group, much older and wiser.

"He is right. I feel it as well, we must be vigilant, for we do not know the threat this presence brings with it" This voice was also male, but sounded strangely familiar. I felt as though I should recognize it, but for the life of me I just couldn't.

Heavy footsteps roused me from my concentration.

"Well when you look for this 'disturbance' I think I'll take rest over here" His voice was gruff, rude almost.

My heart started racing, getting louder with his approaching footsteps. I heard him slid down the other side of the rock until he was seated on the ground. The man sitting spoke again.

"What troubles you so my friend?"

The Elf's voice rang through the air

"I have heard a heartbeat, but it belonged to none of you..."

Suddenly a black cloak covered my upper body and I was lifted into a pair of strong arms. I tried to struggle, but I was much too weak. This man had a new voice when he spoke.

"I have found our reason for fretting, a woman."

I was placed on the ground, my hands being held behind my back. I heard 3 sets of footsteps around me before the clock was removed. In front of me was a man I never thought I would see again.

"Mithrandir..." I said breathlessly.

"Allora..."