The Mandate of Valinor

by Scourge Of Middle Earth

A race of elite women warriors is attacked, few survive. The survivors flee to the place we know as MiddleEarth. ON HIATUS. Please R&R!

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Lord of the Rings *sniffle* Although I wish I did. I only own Aura and the rest of the people you don't know. The language is MINE unless they are speaking in Elvish, but otherwise it's mine.

Yay! My second LotR fic!

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All I want are 10 reviews. Ten little bitty reviews. That's all I'm asking.

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The Mandate of Valinor

Prologue

"Why? Couldn't I just—" The rest of the nobleman's sentence was cut off when the large double doors to the throne room slammed open to reveal a heaving runner-scout. His wide eyes sought out the King. "Sou Punaiodor! Teke conou!" The Punaiodor (people of death)! They come! The exhausted man then collapsed onto the marble floor, dead.

Yeah, yeah, I know. It's pretty short. But I promise, it will get better.

Please! Give a review! I don't care if it's a flame! Just give a review! *sniffle-sniffle*