Disclaimer: Yes Tolkien did it all, I admit it. Sorry guys, I would LOVE to have the rights to Middle Earth, but no. Amarahirewen belongs to Amarahirewenra, Narmo is Wolf of Solitudes, Airealpwen is mine, and Elijah belongs to Elijah...... unfortunatly...

**Yes,Amarahirewen is Kiara Lawrence, author of "Beggining of the End". She is originally from Rivendell, you have to read her fic to understand. Go to my favorite authors, shes in there.


Chapter 1
Halda Melme
Shadowed Love


I squinted into the distance but was unable to see clear enough.
"I'm going to look from the top of that hill,"I yelled to my two companions. I dug my heels into the sides of the ebony horse. With a toss of its head, the horse trotted swiftly up the hill. It came to a halt and stamped its feet nervously as I scanned the land around me once again. I did the smallest of doubletakes when I saw what our company had feared. I turned my head and looked down at Amarahirewen and Elijah.
"Ride! they are fast approaching!"I yelled to them, accidentally slipping into my natural elvish dialect. Amarahirewen gave a pull on her horses reins and it began to gallop swiftly. Elijah nearly fell of the back of the horse, that he shared with Amarahirewen. With a yell to urge my beast onward, it spurted down the hill and began to ride next to Amarahirewen's beast.
Elijah looked at me and said loudly, "What did you see?"
"Orcs. What else?" I replied.
"How many and how fast?"Amarahirewen asked, with a look of urgency.
"I'd say a fair three dozen. How fast,"I looked at her with meaning,"You know orcs."
She leaned forward to push her horse faster. " Shit."
I looked over at my elvin friend of many years. "You know this land, Amarahirewen. We need to hide. These beasts will not run clear to Rivendell."
She did no answer, but looked straight ahead in thought. A sudden shower of arrow came down upon us. I looked at thoses that narrowly missed by arms, legs and head. They were the crude, black arrows of Orcs. Spiny flechings and rough arrow heads, orcish arrows were often poisoned. We all looked back at the horde of advancing orcs. with a whisper to her horse, Amarahirewen urged it faster. Her toffee-colourd animal flared is nostrils. Other arrows followed first and we were crouching over our rapidly tiring beasts in a desperate attempt to not be shot. I sat up and turned around in my saddle. I knew my horse would follow its partner beast unless directed not to. I unstrapped my bow and drew and arrow. I notched he arrow, drew back the string and let it fly. My aim was true as I glimpsed the fall of one of thoses vile creatures. Four more arrows fled from my bow and into the bodies of pursuing Orcs. However, as I reached back with my right hand to draw forth another arrow, and orcish arrow found my left arm, just below the shoulder. I gasped in pain. I could hear the other two yelling, but vision and hearing grew fuzzy. I hook my head and drew a deep breath. My head cleared, but stinging pain waved back. Clutching the staff of the arrow, just where it had entered my arm, I broke of the crude orcish flechting. I gritted my teeth as the arrowhead wiggled around inside my arm. I turned back properly in my saddle. I faced forward then looked at Amarahirewen. She frowned at h wound in my arm.
Turning back to Elijah she said," Take the reins!"
"Are you crazy?! I'll get us all killed!"
She pushed the reins firmly into his hands anyway and climbed around him. She sat on the back of the horse and began to mumbling words and making motions with her fingers, invoking elven magic. I knew too well the look of a barrier being cast, as I had too often cast it myself. But Amarahirewen knew that wounds drain energy, so she was casting the barrier instead of me. When the spell was complete she looked white and shaken, for magic takes energy too. I feared she would faint right off the horse, but Elijah placed a hand on re shoulder to steady her.
We could all see the beginning of Weathertop ahead, only a few hundred feet more. The barrier kept arrows out, but it did not make the horses run faster. The orcs were gaining when another shower of arrows came from above. Yet, as I opened my eyes from recoiling, I saw the arrows were falling upon the Orcs and not us, I looked ahead and saw atop Weathertop's great hill, a score of elvin archers and two familiar figures that seemed to be commanding them.
The Orcs drew back in fear of being bested and outnumbered. As we drew closer, the Orcs retreated back beyond the horizon. I could now make out the familiar faces of my other dear friends Narmo and Legolas. They both waved and smiled. Amarahirewen and I rode the horses lowly up the Weathertop. Legolas greeted us and placed his hands gently on my horses nose as it stopped near him. The creatues eyes were bloodshot and its nostrills flared pleeding for air.
"You rode him hard. But thats understandable," Legolas commented, with a smile. His brown eyes danced.
I grinned back. "You joke about something that is not funny, old friend."
"Then why do you smile?" he asked. his eyes were draw to the wet red pacth on my arm. "You are injured." It was not a questoin.
"The Orcs. Where did they come from?" I asked ignoring his comment.
Legolas shooke his head and his blonde hair rippled gracefully. "We only heard that there was a group of orcs around here terrorizing travellers that were coming and going from Bree."
"We were coming from Rivendell to Bree. The orcs road at us from a north-western direction. How unsuual for Orcs.....," I said thoughfully, more to myself that to Legolas.
My thoughts were interupted by Narmo's light laughter. I turned to see that Amarahirewen had dismounted and was now attempting to help Elijah off the horse. Finally after much flailing and stuggle, Elijah simply fell off. Amarahirewen pulled him off he ground exasperatedly and he dusted of himslef with and embarased look.
I cuckeled (as did all the elves).
I myself precced to dismount, using my arms to support my body as I stepped down off the horse. I would have fallen offand hit that ground hard, if Leolas had not caught me an held me up.
This time there was no laughter only frowns and looks of distase from fellow elfs. Elfs found amusment in other beings odd and ungracefull movements. Moving so fluidly came naturally to them. So an elf as bowlegged as a man was often scorned in elvish culture.
However, it as not my lack of balance that had thrown me to the ground, it was the unsteadyness and pain in my left arm from a wriggleing arrowhead. I gasped and gripped my arm. I stood up straight and Legolas stopped supporting me.
I swalloed and stuttered, "I'm fine. Its-its just a nick."
My three elvin friends adopted disbeliving looks and Amarahirewen said dryly,"You are the worst liar, Airealph( Note from autor: This name may change)."
I shifted. They needent worry about me. Elves don't die easy. Amarahirewen had so helpfuly demonstratey this a few weeks ago when we had just brought Elijah from Earth to Middle-Earth. Another thong of Orcs had attacked us ( they seemed to be hunting the human, perhaps beaces he looked like the real Frodo) and Amarahirewen had taken an arrow to the stomach from an Orc. After blacking out a couple of times and coughing up some blood, she was fine. We're both as tough as leather.
Never the less, Amarahirewen and Narmo bandaged me up, but it was not the best dressing possible, due to our circumstances. The troup of archers and my friends and I set up camp near the bottom of Weathertop. The campfire was lit and the marry sounds of songs and laughter drifted in the air. Amarahirewen, Narmo, Legolas, Elijah and I sat in our own little half circle eating our portions of lembas and a hearty stew. Amarahirewen avoided he chunks of meat in her stew. She is a vegitarian. After the warm meal and the singing of many songs, blankets were spread, guards were set and we all setteled down to a well-needed rest.