A.N. Let's get right to it!

Disclaimer: Sigh... me plus nothing equals correct. Meaning Lord of the Rings doesn't belong to me.


Chapter Two: Scarred

Smoke billowed into the already cloud chocked sky, smothering the light of the roaring flames. Marágold stood arms hanging at her side in the center of a wide field. Fire rippled over much of dead grass and dark forms sprawled across the ground. The raven haired girl turned to the nearest form and knelt down reaching out to turn it over. A scream of absolute horror ripped from her throat echoing through the air. Quickly she stumbled back from the form that she had discovered was a dead body. She knocked into something and tumbled backwards over yet another body. Her golden eyes widened as she gaped for breath. Twisted at an odd angle with her black locks in tangles and drifting across her pale waxy skin was the face of her mother Arwen! The elf's once bright eyes were dull and lifeless, staring endlessly at her daughter.

"M-m-mother……" she whimpered tears building in her eyes. A sick feeling stirred within her so she turned away only to spot someone stumbling through the crisp smoke filled air.

"Ada?" Marágold called as the newcomer became more solid and recognizable. Aragorn swayed on his feet, blood spattered across the front of his tunic.

"ADA!!" she screamed attempting to stand but only managed to trip over her mother's arm which was bent completely the wrong way. A roar filled the air droning out the sizzle as the fire drew closer. From the sky descended a dragon like creature with wide wings and a long neck that snaked back and forth. The Fell Beast's eyes narrowed in on the weakened king and his head bent forward, the rows of sharp fangs glittering in the constantly moving. It opened its maw wide and engulfed Aragorn in one bite. Marágold released a chocked sob burying her head in her hands.

"Noooooooooo," she cried "Please no!!" The shadowed man mounted behind the Fell Beast's head slowly dismounted, his black cloak whipping around him. The Witch King's helm glittered sickly as he strode over to tower over Marágold. He reached down and wrapped his claw like right hand around her neck, lifting her from the ground. Her gaze fell across the golden band on his ring finger. One of the men's nine! A searing heat erupted from the piece burning a small spot one her neck where it touched creating a crescent shaped scar. Marágold would have screamed in pain but she was already gasping for air and her vision started to blur.

"You can not defeat me," he hissed as her world went black.


Marágold cried out sitting up ridge and taking deep breaths. Arwen leapt up in worry hugging her daughter as dry sobs wrenched through her body. She ran a hand through the younger's hair whispering soothing words in her ear. For a moment Arwen paused to lean back and look at the only other person in the room, a middle aged women who waited upon the royal family whenever one was sick.

"Fetch King Elessar and inform him that his daughter is awake," she commanded before returning to rub circles on Marágold's back. The maid bowed slightly and scurried silently from the room. The fourteen year old girl rested her head weakly against her mother's shoulder assuring herself that it had only been a dream….a very bad dream! Yet she couldn't shake the horrible feeling that had manifested in the pit of her stomach. Absently she lifted a had and ran a finger over her neck stopping when she came across a small crescent shaped scar embedded in her skin. A look of horror crossed her face.


Down on one of lower levels Boromir sat up sweat pouring down his forehead. He lifted his left hand to work out the dull ache in his neck but it froze when the tips of fingers brushed up against a circler scar on the right side.
Far away in the heart of Rohan's golden hall Théoden rose from his bed gasping. Groggily he shook his head, spraying his hair in all directions.

"What a weird dream," he muttered straightening. "Was that Lady Marágold?" He turned to the window running a hand through his hair then down his neck. His breath caught as he discovered a triangular shaped scar.

"What the……?" he gaped.


A.N. AHHHH!!! I've got no self-confidence and feel dishearted!! I feel this sucks but people also tell me that you are your own worst critic so it might be just me... R&R while I cry in a corner.