Disclaimer: Hurray! My first lord of the rings fic…first I must say I own nothing that belongs to Tolkien…yeah…duh…anyway, yes this is a Romantic story.  More of an adventure and action drama thing too, but it does have a Romance thing with Legolas. Don't worry though, because I am not making it like "Legolas sees a really beautiful girl…and he goes up to her and she likes him too and they decide they should get married! Yay!" Heck no! The romance is a gradual process.  Enough of my talking though! On with the story!

NOTE: There is a Reason the Elves are getting SICK! I know Elves don't get ill in the books…in my fanfic this illness was created to Kill the elves…but you won't figure out Why until later on! Please don't flame me about it!

Disease

Prologue

By: Suki

          Sam dipped his aching feet into the soothing pond that laid before him… it was nice and cold, and Sam felt like he was in heaven.  Normally a Hobbit's feet are designed well to walk on rough and rocky grounds, but Sam had gone a mile too far with his.  He laid back and observed the trees above him and felt a refreshing gust of wind pushy his hair back and cool his dripping brow.  He was far from home…though Sam didn't plan on leaving the shire ever again he felt himself wanting that adventure he had not so long ago.  All of Sam's troubles melted from his mind completely…and he was in too good of a mood to ever be disturbed…well until he got a big surprise…

            A rather large foot found it's way to Sam's head…

            "OW! Hey! Watch it will you?" Sam scoffed.  The owner of the foot turned to look at Sam…why it was none other but Pippin.

            "Maybe you shouldn't take a nap where people are walking…" Pippin shot back.  Sam seemed confused by Pippin…

            "That's a dim-witted excuse to step on someone head…" Sam turned away from him…

            "I never said my excuses had to be intelligent…now did I? " He smirked and walked quietly away with a handful of firewood in his hands…jubilantly singing to himself.

            "Well how do you like that…" Muttered Sam… Seems like almost anything can ruin Sam's good days, in one way or another.  He turned to look around for some sign of an intelligent being…he was looking for Frodo…

            Frodo had been sitting at the ledge of a cliff staring out into the beyond… If you couldn't already guess, it was Frodo's idea to leave the Shire.  He soon discovered when he had returned to the Shire there was nothing left for him…Bilbo was right to leave.  Frodo had been bombarded with relatives and whatnots.  He wanted to see Aragorn, Legolas and all of the original Fellowship again…maybe live with the elves…he wasn't sure yet all the excitement was too much for him.  He wanted to happily ever after until the end of his days… and although Frodo planned on leaving by himself, Sam insisted on going as well.  Frodo and Sam had been inseparable…they planned to die together.  As for Pippin and Merry… they soon became bored of the Shire.  Pippin and Merry lived for excitement and were pretty much different from your average hobbit…hobbits like to be calm and never hasty, which is the absolute opposite from these two halflings.  Now they are all free…to not be forced to a normal wasted life of a hobbit, now they can let their good times flow like a river going upstream.

            "Come now…" Frodo yelled out to them all. "We have little time to spare comrades…we must make it to Gondor".

            This is the beginning to a tale that twists the Lord of the rings like you have never seen.  Frodo makes his way to Gondor, reuniting himself with Aragorn in a very pleasant surprise…and then not so pleasant…Aragorn tries to force Frodo to go back to the Shire and stay there.  A plague of an unknown source haunts Middle Earth.  The elves predicted this and tried to leave, but it was not so easy… The plague targeted the elves.  Aragorn heard tales of Elves developing illnesses, when it has been known that elves are unable to catch any form of disease…

            "Frodo…this isn't a normal virus to the body…it was made…and made to kill…" Aragorn spoke softly but harshly.

            Frodo's eyes widened as the plot thickened… it started to happen after the defeat of Sauron.  Elfin stiffs had been found now and then…without a scratch on their beautiful bodies. "Turn back now Frodo and do not return…"

            "Aragorn…does Legolas…know this?"  Frodo asked…a worried look spread across his face.

            "There are seldom who do…the elves don't know what is going on…it is said that approximately 1 elf out of 1,000 catch this disease…but that number could only increase in time unless we figure out how to stop it.  Frodo…Hobbits, men, Dwarves, Wizards…we could all be next.  Only time will tell, " Aragorn sighed.  Frodo grasped the chain around his neck that once bore the One ring…the ring had done permanent damage to Frodo…and now he constantly found himself trying to touch an invisible ring around his neck…

            "Frodo…" Aragorn reached out and grasped Frodo's hand… "it's not there…"

            Frodo put his hands to his side…and rested…thoughts whirled around in his head…

            "Aragorn…what will we do?" He whispered…

            Sam, Pippin and Merry were listening quietly…trying there best not to make a sound..

            "Time is of the essence my small friend…" Aragorn answered…

            "I am not going back…not to just to sit there like a chicken waiting to have it's head cut off…" Frodo scowled at Aragorn… Aragorn gave Frodo an un-friendly look.

            "What will you do…what can you do?"

            To make long stories short…this is a little feedback from years before…Frodo was unable to do anything at the moment.  He traveled to Mirkwood to be near Legolas. There he stayed and spoke nothing of the ill tragedies.  The weird deaths of the elves seemed to be traveling like wild horses.  It had not reached Mirkwood or Lothlorien for that matter, so no one worried because know one knew…

            But now as we travel further back in time…we actually begin to tell a story of the past that will start the story officially…

            Many years back do we go and many times have the leaves fallen off the trees since then…a young elfin girl was born…though at a young age was captured by orcs.  There she was beaten and forced to withstand terrible thrashings…she returned back to her village only find she was much different…

Her eyes of blue burned green…her blonde hair singed brown…her eyes sometimes went to the tint of red when she was angered…

            She was feared… It was told she was cursed with some horrible power of Sauron.  Rumors spread of Sauron throwing her into the fiery pits of Mordor.  No one knew the truth, but before anyone could really reveal the past of the elf's tragedies…her mother and father took her out of the elfin city and abandoned her in the middle of a forest…she was barely a toddler. 

            In time elfin warriors of a tribe found her.  A Tribe remote from Mirkwood, Rivendel and even Lothlorien…It was the terrain of the Isilmi Elves.  She was brought to their lands.  You ask how such an elf could play any part in this story, but your questions will soon be answered…as this disturbing plot thickens.  We are now entering the present time of our story…are you following on so far??

Good…let's go…