Authors Note: The begging of this story is sad, and will make you wonder why I have classed it as "humour". Don't worry I simply need to get into the plot, it will become funnier I promise. I would also like to apologise now for not knowing how to spell.
Disclaimer: I own nothing in this story except the word "and". So don't try and sue me for anything in this story, other than claiming that I own the word "and".
Prologue
He had to make it. It was as
simple as that. There was no other option. He was already lost to this world.
He had been stabbed by a sword of a orc, he had been
simply outnumbered by too many. And so after fighting bravely, and without fear
he had fled from battle. Not for his life, he had already lost that. But for
the one person in the world who he loved more than anything, his son. He was
what was important now. He had to save him. So knowing that no man would ever
take in a child of a ranger he had mounted his horse and headed straight to where
he had told his son to wait. And now he was galloping as fast as his horse
would allow to the nearest elven Kingdom,
Rivendell. Despite Bree being less than half the
distance.
He wasn't sure if he could
make it. The wounds he suffered were fatal. It was amazing he had to strength to
travel this far, but against all the odds he managed to reach his destination.
And then? Then he died. But not before he had given his son two gifts. One was
a ring of silver. Though not magical it was a ring of great importance, and had
been passed down through his bloodline for several millennia. The other was the
remains of what had once been a great sword. It too had been passed down
through his bloodline. But not for as long as the ring had been. Though it was usless in battle, having been shattered long ago. It was of
great importance in what was too come. Magic was embedded in the shards, and so
despite so many years it was still sharp and shined in the light.
And so at the front gate of
Rivendell, Arathorn son of Arador,
having come so far, fell from his horse and died. Leaving his 6 year old child
with two gifts he did not understand. Leaving the rest to fate and relying on
the good will of the elves, to see his son came to no harm.