Disclaimer:  J.R.R Tolkien owns all Lord of the Ring related stuff.

A/N:  This story is about what may be if Aragron's elf sister had lived.  Her name is Aimee and she is a ring wraith hunter and is bound to the fate of saving those unfortunate souls that are cursed with the fate of the one Ring.  The ring bearer is Mr. Frodo Baggins of the Shire.  It starts at the Prancing Pony.

"Rose, why may I not use your real name?  You're my sister and I don't feel right calling you something that is not your real name."  Asked Strider.

"Well Aragron, my name will bring the ring wraiths to us and I can not be found, you know that.  It is not safe for me anymore." Replied Rose.  Suddenly she convulsed, her head drooped, her breathing slowed and her eyes snapped shut.  She whispered, "Frodo Baggins, run with as much fury as you can to make it to the Prancing Pony, my brother, Strider, will be waiting for you in a dark corner.  Remember, do NOT but the ring on."  After that, her breathing returned to normal and her pale blue eyes once again shown in the darkness of her room.  

"What did you see Rose?"

"That is none of your business.  Last time I told you, you went off and almost got killed.  You've lost me once, do you want to loose me again?"

"You got me there Rose.  Oh by the way, Legolas is coming to the Prancing Pony.  He fears something may happen and that you might need his help." Strider replied.  "Our father, Elrond, knows something will come to pass but he will not tell for fear of wickedness."

"Aragron, you do not know any better.  It is time for you to go downstairs and wait for Frodo Baggins and his companions.  Be careful and do not draw to much attention to yourself again."  She commanded. 

Strider walked out of the room, turned and said, "If you decide to join me downstairs, be sure to cover your ears, you know that elves are not welcome here."  His footsteps echoed dully as he clumped down the stairs.  He sat down in the darkest corner, just as the door to the Prancing Pony opened.  He watched as four hobbits struggled to close the door and to get the attention of the landlord.

"Excuse me sir?"  Questioned Frodo.

"Ah, hobbits from the Shire, I presume.  We have some nice hobbit sized accommodations if you are interested."  He replied.

"We would like to see if Gandalf the Grey is ready to see us now?"

"Name first?"

"Underhill, my name is Underhill."

A/N:  I will end here because I really don't feel like writing more.  Please tell me how you like it and if it needs more work.