From Middle to Earth.
Key.
Sentences/ wordsthat are bold, and are in italics, are direct thoughts .
Random italic words in a sentence are emphasis.
"Italics with speech marks" signify that what is being said within the speech marks is some distance away.
Bold is Onomatopoeia.
A/N- this story is after the three books/films, and no one died- (Yay!)
Okay, disclaimer- I don't own anyone from tLotR, but everyone else is mine.
Prologue- Wind.
"Aragorn!" Legolas shouted, pointing to something on the horizon.
They were out patrolling the borders, something Gondor did frequently for security, their King often riding with them.
Legolas, having come for a visit from Mirkwood, chose to go with. Others had joined as well, the Hobbits were there from the shire, and Gandalf was passing through Gondor. Gimli had come with Legolas, and Faramir and Eowyn were on their honeymoon, so it was almost like old times.
"What is it, Legolas?" Aragorn asked, riding up to the elf.
"I'm not sure. Something magical. It is like a storm brewing." He answered, his elvish eyes seeing far.
Noticing their worried faces, Gandalf squinted at the focus of their attention. Suddenly, his horse reared. "We must ride now!" The wizard roared. "Leave this place, before…"
Legolas stared in horror as Gandalf was swept up by the 'wind', knowing there was no time to escape.
People ran around in panic as they watched their King being swallowed up along with the rest of his friends.
Then, just as quickly as the storm had arrived, it dissipated, leaving behind everyone but those who were a part of the destruction with the ring.
THE END! (Nah, just kidding. More coming up.) Please review.