Summery:

Amaihel escaped after 2000 years trapped in Mordor as a reward to her father's faithful followers. She makes herself a Ranger, hunting down the Nazgul. Now she made herself a new mission, make sure the ring is destroyed. Then and only then can she be free. Aragorn will help her every step of the way in her Journey to the light

Parings:

Aragorn x OC

Legolas x OC

Pippin x ?

Merry x ?

Eoywn x Fairimir

Borimir x OC

Arwen x Haldir

Journey to the light

The darkness covered the land a shadow spread its reach towards the outlining lands, to Gondor and Rohan.

Torches flickered down a long dark hallway made of stone. A door along the hall opened and reveled a tall slim figure cloaked in a long dark blue cloak. Two dark brown eyes peeked out between the hood of the cloak and a piece of fabric that covered the area between the figure's chin and nose.

The figure crept forward and Its eyes glowed white.

"Over the land there lies a long shadow, westward reaching wings of darkness. The tower trembles; to the tombs of kings Doom approaches. The Dead awaken; for the time has come for the oathbreakers: at the stone of Erech they shall stand again and hear there a horn in the hills ringing. Whose shall the horn be? Who shall call them from the grey twilight, the forgotten people? The heir of him to whom the oath they swore. From the North shall he come, need shall drive him; He shall pass the Door to the Paths of the Dead." the figure muttered, its boots clicking softly on the stones. The figure's eyes slowly darkened back to brown and shook its head quickly.

Two orcs came into the hall and the figure jumped into an alcove, covering itself in darkness. The figure held its breath as the two reeking orcs passed. It waited a few drawn out moments before stepping out and continuing on.

The figure crept down a twisting staircase and stepped onto black sand. The figure waited a moment before taking off in a dead sprint heading to a small building.

The figure slid inside and sighed. Before the figure was a line of stalls.

"Almost there." the figure whispered and walked there were several horses that reared and snorted as the figure walked past but the figure kept walking to the last stall.

There was a large black mere in the last stall that simply huffed and pushed its large wet nose against the figure's shoulder.

"We're getting out now." the figure whispered to the horse and patted its head. With that the figure threw on a saddle and strapped it on.

In one quick movement the figure swung onto the horse and kicked its heels into the horses' flank.

The horse took off bursting through the stable doors and charged out onto the black sand.

"STOP STOP! DON'T LET THE CHILD GET AWAY" the voice of a orc shouted. The figure flicked the reigns and the horse pushed on faster.

They rode off fast across the barren desert. Seconds later 9 more riders cloaked in black came galloping after the hooded figure.

"Noro lim!" the hooded rider shouted at the horse. The hooded rider was breathing heavily and turned and looked behind their shoulder. Brown eyes widened and the rider kicked the horse's flanks again.

"Lim LIM!"

the horse pushed further but the 9 black riders were gaining. The hooded figure flattened itself to the horse.

"Hudrimme, long have we longed to feel the wind in our hair, to smell the clean scent of freedom. But we must fight our way to it." the rider whispered and the horse pushed as fast as it could go. The rider closed their brown eyes.

"Please Manwe let me escape at last. Let me be free."

Journey to the light

the rider rode till the sun came out and blinded the 9 pursuers.

The rider slowed their horse to a steady gallop. The cloaked figure's eyes glowed white once more.

"Darkness lies and darkness hides.

Darkness creeps and darkness seeps.

It holds life captive

It holds freedom prisoner...

free at last but not free indeed"

the figure's eyes darkened back to brown.

Journey to the light

As the afternoon sun rose the cloaked figure slowly lowered its hood reveling long curly black hair. The scarf around the figure's chin and nose was slowly untied and let go a sigh.

"Good job Hudrimme, we're free to Rohan we go." She said.

With a shake of her hand she ruffled her knotted hair.

TRANSLATIONS:

Noro lim- ride fast

lim- fast

hudrimme- horseflyer

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