Author note:

All right, this is my second fic, and the first one on LOTR. Please be kind!

Also, english is NOT my first language, so if you see some mistakes of misused words, please tell me.

Disclamer: Those caracters are no mine except the baby that will get a name later. All the other belongs to Tolkien, I am just twisting his story to fit my pleasure.

The night was peacefully setting on the ranger camp. The day had been uneventful and everyone was grateful for that. Suddenlly, sounds of horses could be heard: riders were coming. Two identical feature were soon visible and the men relaxed a little, knowing that the elves on their way were no threat. The sons of Elrond arrived in a hurry, dismounting quickly.

« Orcs are coming your way» they said after fast greetings. « You must prepare.»

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The camp was on fire. Men, women, children : all were laying dead on the ground. And the orcs that were looking everywere for survivors. Under a crushed tent, a women with black hairs was hiding wih a little child and a baby. Gilraen, wife of Arahorn, was praying the Valar with all her might that none of her children would give away where they were hiding. Her son somewhat understood the need of secrecy, but what of the baby? For, now, she was lying awake, listening to her mother hushering to keep her calm. The sight of all her dead friends made the woman wanting to weep, but there was no time for this: the orcs were coming this way. 'So this is the end' she thought and she craddled her children close for the last time, closing her eyes..

A war cry made her open her eyes and she saw her husband slaying the evil creatures,releasing her grip on her son, enough for him to turn and look at his father. Many of the ranger gone to meet the orc party had come back when the news of the attack had reached them. Gilraen took a few second to thanks the valar, a single tear of relief and sadness rolling down her cheek. Her thoughts were cut shorts when she was something her brain couldn't registrer: Arathon, her husband, father to her children and chieftain of the Dunedain, had a simtar coming out of his chest. Time seem to freeze a she noticed the ever growing red stain on his clothes around the weapon and the blood tickling down his mouth. A buzzing sound sound weird to her hears, like someone screming. Only a few seconds later did she realised that it was her own voice, screaming for her now dead husband. She stopped, staying silent. So, that was the end?

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Elladan and Elrohir, sons of Elrond, were busy fighting when they heard a chilling sream. Slaying the foe in front of him, Elladan turned long enough in the scream's direction to understand what happend, and notice the orcs going where the woman was hiding. Little he know who she was at the moment, for she was not visible, but the was no time to think at this. Shouting at his brother, he made his way there, slaying every enemy on his way and protected whoever was under the tent.

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Soon, but after what seemed like hours, all the orcs were lying dead. Only a handful of rangers had survived. The sons of Elrond grieved for the dead, especially Arathorn that they had failed to protect. The elven twins turned to the remnants of the tent and helped the person inside out. What worried them was that she was unresponding to their calls. Gilraen was soon uncoverd and helped to her feet. The twins didn't hide their relief of finding them alive and their surprise. She didn't seem to be injured, but she refused to let go of her children and her eyes were fixed on the body of her love. She was in state of shock, her brain unable to registrer anything. Elrohir had already checked their fallen friend, but there had been nothing to do to begin with: the simtar had pierced his lung and touched his heart. The eleves quickly understood the situation and hided the body from the women's sight.

« Gilraen, Gilraen, please say something. Are you hurt?» Asked Elladan while his brother went to see to the wounded rangers.

Gilrean refocussed her eyes on the elf in front of her and, after a few second of analysing the situation began crying. Crying for her slain friend, for her husband killed before her own eyes, for the fear she had experienced while hiding and the fear for her future, as well as relief of being alive. All those emotions rushed in at the same time and she was at loss. Elladan just took her in his arms, careful to the bay that had begun crying when her mother did, letting her cry.

Aragorn, at the sound of her mother's cries, looked up at her and seemed to realize that her father wasn't there. He ran to the body of his father, and, oblivious to the red puddle kneeled beside his father and began to shook him.

« Daddy! Daddy! Wake up! Mommy's crying! Daddy, please wake up!»

Elrohir looked up to see the 2 years old kid and sadness filled him. He slowly picked up the little boy that had begun to sob, seeing that his words didn't have any effect on the man.

« Shhh, it's all right little one. Everything will be fine» whispered the elf, walking up to his brother. They took the grieving family beside the fire, lighted by some of the less injured remaining rangers, and Gilren quickly fell asleep, worn out by the events of the night.

The twins each took one of the also asleeped child.

The elves looked eyes with each other, the same question flashing threw their mind: 'What will happen to them?'

That's it for now....

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