Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters except Morgan.



Authors Note: This is my first Lord of the Rings fic and to top it off I wrote it on the bus on the eight grade Houston trip 'cause I was bored out of my mind! So please be kind to me in your reviews! Thanks!







Running From Home







Morgan ran. She ran like hell through the forest by the ford of Rivendell. She could hear the orc party chasing her as they screamed her name. She suddenly felt her feet being caught on an uprooted tree root. She fell violently forward, painfully twisting her ankle. Morgan cringed at the pain as she unhooked her foot from the tree root. When she tried to stand up, she fell right back down because her ankle hurt so badly! She could hear the orcs getting closer….and closer…and closer. Morgan closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the tree she was now leaning on due to her ankle. She opened her eyes again when she heard the orc commander yell at his patrol in orkish,

"Fan out! The Dark Lord want her found!" He then emerged from the thick trees that surrounded Morgan. He stared at her for an instant then took out an arrow and drew his bow.

"Forgive me my princess," he sighed softly with a look of anguish on his face as he let his arrow fly. Morgan gave a small cry when she felt the arrow pierce her flesh. The last thing she heard was the commander's great, sad cry. Then all went dark.



Arwen Undomiel was riding her horse through the dense forest surrounding her home. Her mind was lost in thought of Aragorn. She had decided to give up the immortal life of her people for him but, what would he say? Would he be angry? Happy? Sad? She was pulled violently out of her thoughts when her horse suddenly jerked to a half and reared up pawing the air wildly and whining loudly. Arwen barley managed to stay on the frightened beast's back.

"Sssshhh…easy boy. What's wrong?" she asked softly leaning towards the horse's ear. Her horse didn't seem to hear her. He started to back away slowly from something lying of the side of the rode. When Arwen took a close look at the thing, she discovered that it wasn't a thing at all. It was a woman of the race of elves. She looked very different from most elves though. Her skin was the color of new milk, her hair the color of the death ravens, and her dress was the color of midnight.

" Strange," Arwen said to herself, "why would a beautiful elf like her be wearing such a dark color?" The woman had her head leaning against her right shoulder. Her eyes were closed and she appeared to be sleeping. Arwen slid down off her horse and walked over to the strange elf.

"Are you all right m'lady?" she asked. The woman didn't say a word or move. "M'lady?" Arwen asked again. Still there was no answer or movement. She didn't even seem to be breathing. Arwen took a few more steps towards the elf, but she suddenly stopped when she felt a cold chill run through her blood. It was the same feeling she had gotten when she had found an orc in the forest one time. The chill of the evil of Mordor. Was that radiating from the girl? 'No it couldn't be. Maybe she was held captive by the orcs. That would explain the clothing too.' She thought.

As she moved closer to the girl, Arwen saw an object jutting out of the girls left shoulder. Arwen gasped and closed the small space that was left between her and the stranger and knelt down beside her. Arwen carefully removed the arrow and inspected the tip. The arrow had been poisoned with the deadliest poison of Mordor. Someone obviously wanted this girl dead. Arwen peeled back the bloody cloth off the elf's creamy skin. The wound ran deep. This wound was beyond her help, she needed to take the girl to her father. Arwen gently picked the girl up, surprisingly she was extremely light, and laid her gently over her horse. Arwen then mounted her steed, placing the girl in front of her. She grabbed the reins and then spurred her horse towards Rivendell. The girl was starting to fade, and fast.





Authors Other Note: So whatcha think? Good? Bad? Stop? Keep going? R &R please!