A/N: Okay here I go. This my first Lotr story and it is a Mary-sue. If you don't like Mary-sues I respect that and you don't have to read it. Please don't flame me beacuse of it. I'm just a simple writer who likes Mary-sues. I hope you will like it. Enjoy!
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Of Blood and Lust
Chapter I : Arrivals of a mysterious kinds
A wind blew fiercely across the plains of Middle-Earth. Not a wind had ever blown this violently since the dark days. But these times were of late and this land was old. The races of this world were becoming scarcer and erratic. Some were becoming more dreadful by the day. The shadow of Sauron has finally become a thing of the past. But it doesn't take evil long to rear its ugly face back onto the free peoples.

Our story beings in the plains near the foot of the Misty Mountains. A small black figure riding a deep brown horse rode along silently. If approached the figure resembled a maiden. Her whole body was veiled in cloth. It was like she hiding from the rays of the sun. She traveled alone a long with the horse. Her road was not clear, but she seemed to take one steady path. Just then the horse stooped abruptly in its path. The maiden slowly lifted her head to match the height of the horizon. She stared down into a vast flourishing valley. A small devious grin crept across her pale lips.

" Ah, Imladris. I have come at last," she said almost speaking to herself. She gave the horse a little pat on the neck and rode on toward Imladris. Within moments the maiden made it to the tall gates. The guards above her bade her to stop immediately.

" Tampa (stop)!" bellowed one of them in Elvish. " Ya naa lle (Who are you)?" She slightly lifted her hood up and produced a small gold trinket from with her robes and held it up to the guards view. The men complied for a time with each other and opened the rusted gates. Devoid of a word of thanks she strode through. Once she was through Lord Elrond greeted her with open arms.

" Seregwen, it has been years since our last meeting." The maiden, Seregwen, hastily jumped from the back of the horse and approached the old elf.

" Yes, it has been a while, my friend," She answered and gently hugged him. It was a happy moment but her business here was not about to see old friends.

" Come the Fellowship will arrive soon and then we will be able to being," Elrond said at long length and guided Seregwen further into Imladris.

" I have heard much praise of this 'Fellowship' are they as noble as some say?" she asked letting down her hood once she stepped inside the shadows of the palace. Her face was paler than the moon and her eyes burned a deep green. But the one thing that stood out the most was her flowing black locks. They reached just down to the middle of her back.

" I would trust them with my own life. You will learn to trust them yourself." Seregwen shivered to hear that word: trust. Not many people she knew in her lifetime could Seregwen fully trust.

" I will do my best, Lord Elrond." she said quietly and bowed to him. " I need my rest for the sun has drained me of my strength." And with that Seregwen vanished into the darkness of the shadows. Once she was out of sight a servant of Elrond approached tentatively. When Elrond noticed his fear he furrowed his brow.

" My Lord Elrond, the Fellowship has arrived," the servant said and quickly left Elrond to his thoughts. Even with his elfish senses he did not sense Seregwen in the nearby shadows. Yet again her lips were curled into a sly smile.

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