Disclaimer: Lord of the Rings is property of J.R.R. Tolkien and in no way to I take credit for it.
The Characters Alatariel and Elrohir are my own personal characters. This story also does not follow
the plot line for the movies.
Prologue:
"Twa celebithil es thalion..."(1)
The dark ranger sat atop horseback, gaze moving from the full moon to the
rippling waters that surrounded Rivendell. The black steed snorted and
pawed at the dirt, impatiently waiting for its rider to get bored of the
sleeping elven city.
Below, within the city boundaries, Lord Elrond looked up at the
forested mountain slopes. The rider had appeared shortly after sundown
and had remained there; perched on horseback, silently waiting... watching...
He was tempted many-a-time to send forth mounted archers to run him off,
but had seen no need when the figure refused to venture closer. As the
sun broke over the hills, Elrond searched once more for the figure, but he
was gone. Not to return until years later...
(1) : "The silver moon is strong..."
The Characters Alatariel and Elrohir are my own personal characters. This story also does not follow
the plot line for the movies.
Prologue:
"Twa celebithil es thalion..."(1)
The dark ranger sat atop horseback, gaze moving from the full moon to the
rippling waters that surrounded Rivendell. The black steed snorted and
pawed at the dirt, impatiently waiting for its rider to get bored of the
sleeping elven city.
Below, within the city boundaries, Lord Elrond looked up at the
forested mountain slopes. The rider had appeared shortly after sundown
and had remained there; perched on horseback, silently waiting... watching...
He was tempted many-a-time to send forth mounted archers to run him off,
but had seen no need when the figure refused to venture closer. As the
sun broke over the hills, Elrond searched once more for the figure, but he
was gone. Not to return until years later...
(1) : "The silver moon is strong..."