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Disclaimer - I don't own the Characters of Lord of the Rings. If I did I wouldn't waste my time writing fanfiction.
Who would?
In this story Aragorn was not raised by the elves. Don't like it? Too bad! It's my story! Mine!
All mine! MUUAAHHAAAHHAAHHAA!!!!! By the way I wanna thank Katsuai for bringing it to my attention that it's
"Rivendell".
I knew it didn't sound right!
Sorry bout that. If I get anything wrong it's because I'm not very well aquainted with the books.... okay I thought
that most of the books were boring, but the movie rocked!
Arwen walked through the gardens which belonged to her father. The wind was blowing, brining the smell of the
forest to her. The deep earth. The majestic trees.
"Lady Arwen! Lady Arwen." Her reverie was interrupted by the voice of one of her maidservants. Sighing Arwen
turned to face the approaching person.
"Lady Arwen!" The girl repeated. Stopping in front of her and curtsied. "There are two scouts in the forest, near
the north waterfall. They've brought a strange man with them."
Arwen's eyes narrowed as she answered.
"Alert my father." She ordered. "And send the guards to intercept them."
"Yes Lady." The maidservant replied, before hurrying away.
Arwen was intrigued. Very few humans made it this close to Rivendell. The city was well protected and if any of the
scouts encountered one, they were ordered to kill them. Contemplating the strange occurrence she headed towards
her father's throne room.
Aragorn followed the two elves through the dense foliage. It was a challenge to keep up with the two, for they
seemed to move through the trees with grace and great ease. Seeming almost to disappear behind the leaves.
Without warning, the Elf named Legolas, came to a halt. Seconds later a masculine voice floated in through the
clearing.
'Why have you apprehended this human?
'Legolas answered back in Elvish. 'He is Aragorn son of Arathorn. We were told to bring him here if we came upon
him.'
The speaker came into view surrounded by ten archers who had their bows aimed in their direction.Now the he spoke
directly to Aragorn.
"We will take you to see the King, "
Arwen was watching all the proceedings with great interest. At the moment she was hidden on a balcony that
overlooked the King's throne. Her sharp elven ears could hear every word spoken. At the moment the Man, who
claimed his name was Aragorn, was speaking.
"My people have sent myslelf and another to you. I was separated from my companion in this storm, however, and
fear that he may be lost. We were sent to enlist your aid. The orcs have been steadily increasing in number
throughout the land. Some have even been spotted near your own forests."
"I had heard you were coming, Aragorn." King Elrond spoke to him with easy familiarity.
"But I had not anticipated theurgency of your visit. Indeed my own scouts have spotted the orcs which have made it
near our forests. I will lend youwhat resources we can afford to aid you. Take Legolas with you, find your
companions and return here."
"Thank you, your majesty."
Without waiting to here more, Arwen left the balcony and headed towards her room. She had heard the name of
Aragorn before.
Aragorn son of Isiulder. He would one day be king of his people.
Perhaps she could use this turn of events to her advantage.
Legolas had been ordered to accompany Aragorn. They would go to the place where they had been separated, a
few miles away. Together they headed towards the stables to collect their steeds.
Aragorn's horse had been retrieved fro the forest and was waiting impatiently for him in a stall. The tall Ranger went
to greet the creature, patting it's head tenderly.
This particular human intrigued him.
Legolas had not met many humans in his life, but they had all struck him as very crude and cold. He knew their
greed for power was their greatest weakness and it could be seen in all their actions.Aragorn, however, seemed to
be different. The way he handled his mount with such care and kindness; and unlikeothers, he treated the elven
people with respect.
He seemed to have a good heart.
Legolas started when he realized that he had been staring. He blushed in embarrassment, glad thatAragorn was too
intent on his own steed to notice.
Regaining his composure, he chose his own horse, silver in color, and lead it outside.
They had been riding for a few hours. Aragorn could not help but glance at his companion as they rode through
theforest.
The sun was high in the sky, its rays making the elf's hair shine like spun gold.
Aragorn had been to Rivendell a few times before, but all the elves he had seen had dark hair and deep black eyes.
This particular one, however, was very fair and had blue eyes that sparkled with something akin to mischief, his
pointed ears the only evidence of his relation to the elfs of Rivendell.
"You do not resemble the other Elves." Aragorn found himself speakingg. "Why is that?"
Legolas turned his head at the question appraising him for a moment.
"My parents were not of Rivendell, but from Mirkwood. My mother was of the western elves which lived nearthe sea.
They say I resemble her."
"Why do you live in Rivendell?"
"My parents died when I was very young, they left me in Rivendell and I was raised by one of the palace servants."
The curt answer quieted Aragorn and the journey continued in silence.
TO BE CONTINUED
Thanxs for reading. I hoped you enjoyed. Please review
I was so happy when I received the last ones. It inspired me to write faster. 'hint' 'hint' ; )
Author -
Disclaimer - I don't own the Characters of Lord of the Rings. If I did I wouldn't waste my time writing fanfiction.
Who would?
In this story Aragorn was not raised by the elves. Don't like it? Too bad! It's my story! Mine!
All mine! MUUAAHHAAAHHAAHHAA!!!!! By the way I wanna thank Katsuai for bringing it to my attention that it's
"Rivendell".
I knew it didn't sound right!
Sorry bout that. If I get anything wrong it's because I'm not very well aquainted with the books.... okay I thought
that most of the books were boring, but the movie rocked!
Arwen walked through the gardens which belonged to her father. The wind was blowing, brining the smell of the
forest to her. The deep earth. The majestic trees.
"Lady Arwen! Lady Arwen." Her reverie was interrupted by the voice of one of her maidservants. Sighing Arwen
turned to face the approaching person.
"Lady Arwen!" The girl repeated. Stopping in front of her and curtsied. "There are two scouts in the forest, near
the north waterfall. They've brought a strange man with them."
Arwen's eyes narrowed as she answered.
"Alert my father." She ordered. "And send the guards to intercept them."
"Yes Lady." The maidservant replied, before hurrying away.
Arwen was intrigued. Very few humans made it this close to Rivendell. The city was well protected and if any of the
scouts encountered one, they were ordered to kill them. Contemplating the strange occurrence she headed towards
her father's throne room.
Aragorn followed the two elves through the dense foliage. It was a challenge to keep up with the two, for they
seemed to move through the trees with grace and great ease. Seeming almost to disappear behind the leaves.
Without warning, the Elf named Legolas, came to a halt. Seconds later a masculine voice floated in through the
clearing.
'Why have you apprehended this human?
'Legolas answered back in Elvish. 'He is Aragorn son of Arathorn. We were told to bring him here if we came upon
him.'
The speaker came into view surrounded by ten archers who had their bows aimed in their direction.Now the he spoke
directly to Aragorn.
"We will take you to see the King, "
Arwen was watching all the proceedings with great interest. At the moment she was hidden on a balcony that
overlooked the King's throne. Her sharp elven ears could hear every word spoken. At the moment the Man, who
claimed his name was Aragorn, was speaking.
"My people have sent myslelf and another to you. I was separated from my companion in this storm, however, and
fear that he may be lost. We were sent to enlist your aid. The orcs have been steadily increasing in number
throughout the land. Some have even been spotted near your own forests."
"I had heard you were coming, Aragorn." King Elrond spoke to him with easy familiarity.
"But I had not anticipated theurgency of your visit. Indeed my own scouts have spotted the orcs which have made it
near our forests. I will lend youwhat resources we can afford to aid you. Take Legolas with you, find your
companions and return here."
"Thank you, your majesty."
Without waiting to here more, Arwen left the balcony and headed towards her room. She had heard the name of
Aragorn before.
Aragorn son of Isiulder. He would one day be king of his people.
Perhaps she could use this turn of events to her advantage.
Legolas had been ordered to accompany Aragorn. They would go to the place where they had been separated, a
few miles away. Together they headed towards the stables to collect their steeds.
Aragorn's horse had been retrieved fro the forest and was waiting impatiently for him in a stall. The tall Ranger went
to greet the creature, patting it's head tenderly.
This particular human intrigued him.
Legolas had not met many humans in his life, but they had all struck him as very crude and cold. He knew their
greed for power was their greatest weakness and it could be seen in all their actions.Aragorn, however, seemed to
be different. The way he handled his mount with such care and kindness; and unlikeothers, he treated the elven
people with respect.
He seemed to have a good heart.
Legolas started when he realized that he had been staring. He blushed in embarrassment, glad thatAragorn was too
intent on his own steed to notice.
Regaining his composure, he chose his own horse, silver in color, and lead it outside.
They had been riding for a few hours. Aragorn could not help but glance at his companion as they rode through
theforest.
The sun was high in the sky, its rays making the elf's hair shine like spun gold.
Aragorn had been to Rivendell a few times before, but all the elves he had seen had dark hair and deep black eyes.
This particular one, however, was very fair and had blue eyes that sparkled with something akin to mischief, his
pointed ears the only evidence of his relation to the elfs of Rivendell.
"You do not resemble the other Elves." Aragorn found himself speakingg. "Why is that?"
Legolas turned his head at the question appraising him for a moment.
"My parents were not of Rivendell, but from Mirkwood. My mother was of the western elves which lived nearthe sea.
They say I resemble her."
"Why do you live in Rivendell?"
"My parents died when I was very young, they left me in Rivendell and I was raised by one of the palace servants."
The curt answer quieted Aragorn and the journey continued in silence.
TO BE CONTINUED
Thanxs for reading. I hoped you enjoyed. Please review
I was so happy when I received the last ones. It inspired me to write faster. 'hint' 'hint' ; )
