Chapter 1

In the dark of the night Alyssane calmly waited, perched high on a branch with her bow loosely drawn. Closing her eyes and calming her mind she could feel something coming, a darkness was coming for her. Her senses could tell that much.

The wind was cold and harsh taring right through her cloak and her bones, but yet she waited.

In that instance she heard a snap of a twig and within a second her eyes burst open and her arrow was released, it flew straight and fast, hitting her mark. The three orcs she had been hunting were now aware of her presence and the element of surprise was lost.

With a cry Alyssane leaped from her branch and rolled straight past her enemy, dodging his sword. With an evil cry he came towards her again with an intense ferocity, the orc swung at her left side which she had left open deliberately; with a clang her sword met his. With his hesitation as he looked from his sword to her, she quickly used the opportunity to switch sword hands, steeping forward she gave one good clean swipe to his neck and he went down in a mess of blood, the orcs cries were soon drowned out by the screaming of another orc. Alyssane quickly noticed and swapped back to her right sword hand, turning around Elvish steel met Orcish iron.

The orc didn't last much longer than his counterpart and was finished off with two clear and fluid motions of her sword, one across his abdomen and another across his neck, neither of which he ever saw coming.

All was once again silent.

Sheathing her sword she walked over to the first fallen orc and retrieved her arrow, pulling it from his breast and running it along the outside of her thigh, ridding it of the black blood that coated it and returning it to her quiver attached to her back.

In the distance she could her horse, Arion neighing in the distance, alerting her to another's presence. One that she could tell was all too familiar.

With a smile she leaped into action and ran as fast as her legs could carry her in the direction of Arion. The ground was rough and hard on her feet as she ran, dodging any and every obstacle in her way. After running for good five minutes she came to the clearing she had made camp at and there on the rock next to the dying fire she had lit some hours ago was a man smoking his pipe, staring into the distance looking ominous as he so well does.

"Gandalf" she breathed. With another smile, she headed towards him. Slowly and silently she crept forwards, trying to keep him on his toes and give him a fright. With just a few metres to go Gandalf let out a smoke ring. "My dear, if you wish to frighten me I suggest you work on your technique, or better yet try on another old man"

"One of these days Gandalf I will get you "

As the two friends looked at each other they slowly began to smile until neither could control themselves and they each let out a hearty laugh.

"It's wonderful to see you Gandalf" Alyssane rushed forward into the wizard's arms, who laughed as she did so, wrapping the young girl into his arms. Buried in his grey cloak she turned her head up and with a confused look asked "what on earth are you doing here?"

And with a mischievous smile he looked down at her "My dear how would you like to share in an adventure?"

And that for Alyssane was the beginning of everything.

Hey Guys so this is my first fanfiction, i'd love if you sent me as many review as you can so I can improve my story. Sorry its a short one, hopefully the next one will be longer. The more reviews the quicker i can post. Looking forward to hearing from you