Hello! It's been so long since I've written anything. I originally had this story published under the name Mori Dae along with a different OC name and such. I've had a difficult few years and I drew away from writing. I've been constantly busy, and now that I'll be going off to college soon, I should expect to have at least a little more free time after classes to get back into the swing of things. Summers are a blessing as well. Without further ado, here is the revised version of Mori Dae (Dark Shadow) with proper Sindarin Elvish translations. Leave a review! Constructive criticism is appreciated, and ideas are welcome!

Future content will include; blood, gore, swearing, and sexual content. Enjoy! ;)

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In the darkness of the night, I slipped through the shadows unseen and unheard. The silence and tension in the night could be cut with a knife, and still be suffocating. I kept creeping at my quick pace, not daring to look behind me. I could not risk being caught, not by them. I hastily turned the corner, and in my peripheral vision, I saw movement under the light of a lamp. I stopped dead in my tracks; my blood froze, my heart stopped, my breathing hitched. For moments, I stared into the light, looking for any other movement. After a long pause, I silently sprinted down the cobblestone alley, paranoid. My hand drifted towards the hilt of one of my daggers as I moved along the shadows. Adrenaline was coursing through my being as I moved quickly. I waited for any sign of further movement around me; surely they would have made their move and attacked me by now. In the silence of the night, however, there was no movement, no sound but the wind, no sharp noise of a blade being unsheathed or an arrow being notched. Perhaps I was going mental after all.

"You should have inspected the light closer. Perhaps then you would not have missed my presence," a voice whispered in my ear.

My breathing hitched again and I spun around, quickly identifying the source of the voice. Irmo.

"I thought it was just part of my paranoia. I did not wish to linger near that place any longer than I had to. You know I do not handle light well," I spoke with a trembling voice, my whole being shaking. He must have noticed because in the next second he had his arms wrapped around me, trying to soothe my unstable form.

"I was only jesting you," he whispered quietly, "I meant no harm. How about we find a place for you to calm yourself, hmm?"

I meant to answer him, but the words stuck in my throat; I could only nod in response.

We walked for several minutes away from the outskirts of the small village before arriving at a small pond, a giant oak towering above us. I swiftly climbed onto a lower branch and allowed myself to calmly drape my body along the limb. The Lord of Dreams stared at me with intrigue, but let me be while I appeased myself. I allowed my eyes to scan the sky, the stars gleaming like small diamonds embedded in black fabric before speaking. "I apologize for my earlier demeanor. It is unlike me to be so caught off guard. However, the light does bother me greatly. It does not help much that a Lord of the Valar was awaiting my arrival either," my voice wavered for a moment before I turned my gaze to Irmo. His pale complexion looked like freshly fallen snow in the moonlight. His piercing light eyes gazed into my own, his lips turned up into the smirk I knew since I was a child. His blinding white hair cascaded past his shoulders and his frame towered over most men. "Why were you waiting for me anyway?" I felt my eyebrow raise in confusion and suspicion. It's been quite a while since I have been in the presence of a member of the Valar, and if they sought me out in reality and not in my dreams, it must not be something good in nature.

"There is a growing power that is beginning to shroud the lands. A dark power that has not been felt in a long time. A sleepless malice that was dormant now threatens Arda and its free people. Long have I seen your desires, your dreams and visions. I know you long for something to complete your life, to seal your fate. Your purpose now lies before you. Your path bade you travel to Imladris. You will find the knowledge you need in due time. I suggest you leave soon," his voice was thick with concern, and I knew in an instant what needed to be done.

"You understand what I require then. I shall need it in the morn, for I will begin my travel immediately. To Rivendell I ride. Is there a message you require me to deliver to Lord Elrond?" I brought out my pipe before swiftly lighting it and breathing in the wonderful essence.

He contemplated for a few moments before shaking his head. He rotated his body slowly before beginning to stalk off for my requirements. I stared after him for some moments before returning my gaze to the sky. My thoughts drifted back to my beginning. How I came to be the person I am, how I met the people I knew.

I smiled at my long history, but shook my head to rid the thoughts. Now was not the time to dwell on such a complicated matter. I snuffed out the pipe I had lit and wrapped my cloak tightly around my small form. I was only 5'3", but I used this advantage during combat. It pays to be small and light when pitted against heavy and burly brutes. With a passing glance at my surroundings, I slowly fell asleep in the odd comfort of the oak tree.

I awoke to the sound of my darling Daeroch neighing softly. The warm rays of morning shone through the tree branches and the morning dew slowly dripped off the leaves. The light stung my eyes and burned my skin as I was accustomed to the dark or muted light, at most, but I swiftly threw on the hood of my cloak to fix the problem. Sliding off the limb I slept on, I nimbly walked over to my horse. My mare has been alive for almost as long as I have, and she knew me as well as I know her. All the supplies for my journey had been neatly packed and attached to the black saddle that sat on her back. I silently thanked Irmo for gathering my requirements the previous night and summoning my horse from her wanderings. Daeroch was a pure black mare whose temperament matched her color, forboding and mysterious; she was more stubborn than a hungry mule, so I gave the Lord of the Valar credit for being able to handle her easily. Few were able to handle her in any way, and rarely did she behave properly for others while she was in their care. After checking everything over, I settled myself into the saddle and eased her into a steady gallop.

"Noro lim, Daeroch," my voice held authority and patience. We traveled with speed and steadiness for hours on end, making our way towards Bree. By the time I reached the edges of the village, the moon was nearing the middle of the sky. I was never comfortable staying in Bree, it being too crowded with drunken men most nights, so I camped on the outskirts of the town. I unpacked my essentials for the short night and tied Daeroch to an oak branch to untack her. Few branches looked sturdy enough to hold me comfortingly, so I simply rolled out my bedroll among the taller bushes along the base of the oak. Before falling asleep, I pondered the events that were sure to follow the next day. Something told me I should wait another day in Bree before riding off to Rivendell, and my intuition was almost always right.

When I again awoke, a sword was placed at the base of my neck. I chuckled and kicked the feet of my attacker, quickly drawing both daggers from their place in my boots and straddled the man's torso. I had one pressed against his throat while the other was directly aimed over his heart. I pushed the stranger's hood back and found myself on top of a disgruntled Aragorn. I laughed as he looked disoriented from the unexpected fall. Quickly sheathing my daggers, I held my hand out to help him up. He chuckled softly before embracing me. "It's been too long, Randiriel."

Sindarin Elvish unless stated otherwise:

Daeroch - Shadow Horse

Noro lim, Daeroch - Run fast, Shadow Horse

Randiriel - Wanderer