Disclaimer:- I do not own 'The lord of the Rings' I do however own all OC's used in this story.
The Last Evenstar:- I hope you didn't get in to as much trouble as Galadwen when you were a kid. If she was my daughter she would give me a heart attack on a weekly basis.
Natters:- You ask and you shall recieve, here is some more for you. Eldarion is such a sweety, I think he is going to be just like his Dad, well I know he will seeing as this is a prequel and I have already writen him as an adult.
The Converted:- Karl Urban is really hot! How did your test go? Did you pass? I don't like cliffhangers either, unfortunately this chapter has one too.
Gionareth:- Yay, the person who has given me good ideas in the past. Well I wasn't going to have anyone kidnapped but you will find out the reason why she had to be latter on in the story. Can't tell you know though, it would give too much away.
Queen Arwen:- Oh how we love the sweat and dirt. Violence is ok, as long as it is directed at the evil person.
Cerridwen-Evereven:- Glad you liked the battle, the evil witch will pay.
Chapter 7
Blood line
Aragorn looked around the field, where the battle was taking place. Not only where his men out numbered, but they were proving no challenge for the army of Ohtarba. Foot steps in the sodden mud brought his attention back to the foe behind him. Aragorn turned and swung Anduril through the air, hitting the creature's arm with a clang.
It barely even registered with the foul, walking corpse, as he thrust his spear at Aragorn. The King of Gondor loosely dodged the weapon, aimed at his shoulder and raised his sword to intercept the creatures next blow.
Aragorn could feel the fatigue begin to set in, his legs felt shaky and his arms felt heavy, as though they were made of led. He continued to duel with the dead soldier, every blow becoming a little more too close for comfort. When Aragorn, with a forced bout of energy, ran at the creature. It moved out of the way and turned quickly, embedding it's spear through Aragorn's gut.
Aragorn's eyes instantly went wide as he clutched his stomach in pain. He fell to the ground with a thud, part of him screaming to get up and fight, the other part telling him to lay there and die, it was so much easier that way. He squeezed his eyes shut and pressed firmly on the wound, his hands were already sticky with blood. He opened his eyes again, just in time to see the decaying soldier with it's spear raised above Aragorn's heart.
'This is it' He thought to himself. 'This is my end. Arwen!'
The corpse raised the spear and thrust down with a striking force. He suddenly dropped the spear, the silver tipped wooden pole came clanking down on top of Aragorn, the sharp point away from him. Aragorn looked up at the creature as it slumped to the floor beside him.
"Eldarion!" Aragorn coughed out the words as his entire lower body begun to get numb. Eldarion knelt down beside his father, fear and worry set on his mud splattered face.
"Do not move, I will get help."
Aragorn's hand reached out to grab his son, to stop him from leaving. "No son, there is no one who can help, not out here." He winced heavily as he tried to get up, his arms suddenly not strong enough to take his weight.
Eldarion helped his father up. Shakily the two got to their feet and Aragorn rested some of his weight on his son.
"Oh Ada, you look awful." His only son was clearly worried. "Let me see your wound."
Aragorn moved away from his son, using every last ounce of strength left in him to stand by himself.
"I will be fine Eldarion, just fine. I have received far greater wounds then this, it is but a scratch, I will be fine." Aragorn lied to his son, relieved to see some of the fear leave his eyes.
"Eldarion you must do something for me, it is extremely important and I would not entrust this to any other."
Eldarion nodded, not sure what use he would be, what ever it was he was needed to do.
"Eldarion listen to me. You must take my horse, you must ride to the West, to Eomer. We fight in vain here, you must tell him that the East is taken." He clasped his son's shoulder, trying to make him understand the importance of his task. The men here stood no chance of being victorious, they would all fall to death, including Aragorn, they desperately needed aid. Aragorn hoped that Eomer was having more success with these creatures.
"But you are hurt, I can not leave you." Eldarion held his father's hand. It was deathly cold.
"Eldarion, you must do this, I promise you that I will be fine here."
Reluctantly, Eldarion nodded and ran to where he knew his father's horse would be.
The second Eldarion was out of sight, Aragorn let the pretence go, he fell to the floor and instantly blacked out from the pain.
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Arwen, along with the other women from the underground chambers, was searching for Galadwen. Arwen felt cold, like part of her had died.
"Galadwen!" She yelled at the top of her lungs. They had been searching everywhere, and had now ventured up to the ground level. Lothiriel took Arwen's hand in her own.
"She will be fine Arwen, she probably just wondered of, you know how your children like to do that."
"No, something is wrong I can feel it in the air." She ran out in to the cold night, and could see, from a distance, the battle that was taking place.
All of a sudden everything around Arwen froze, like time itself had stopped still. Her vision started to sway until everything went white, and all she could hear was her husband's faint voice.
'This is it. This is my end. Arwen!'
As soon as it came, it went again and her vision went back to normal.
"Arwen?" Lothiriel was rubbing her shoulder. "You do not look so well."
Arwen turned to face her. "Aragorn! I must go to him." She was now torn between going to her husband, who so clearly needed her, and looking for her daughter, who, as Lothiriel said, did have a tendency to wonder off on her own.
"Aragorn is badly hurt, I must go to him. But Galadwen-"
Lothiriel waved her hand. "We will continue to look for her, we will not stop until we have found her, go to him Arwen."
Arwen nodded and ran for the stables, where she mounted her horse, bare back, and rode in search of her husband, praying to Elbereth that she would not be too late.
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Moriksh dismounted his horse, his evil grin was set, from the carnage he had just left. He burst through the door, startling Kuruni. She turned sharply, dropping the blade on the floor, with a clang.
Moriksh instantly noticed the girl tied to the wall. He raised his eyebrows at the witch. "What are you doing?"
Kuruni walked towards him, her stench of death sickening, and placed her hand on his shoulder.
"Before you is the daughter of Elesser." She spoke proudly as she informed the dark man. Moriksh stared at Galadwen, before turning back to the witch. "What do we want with her?"
Kuruni rolled her yellowed eyes. "My stones have never once lied to me. They showed me the girl and they showed me the magic that flows through her veins. Not only is she the first daughter of the King, but also a descendent of the Queen of Elves, the lady of light. This child has more heritage then any other being in all of Middle Earth.
Moriksh still did not look impressed. "Why not the others then? Why not her sisters too?"
Kuruni glared at him, she had also wondered about that, she trusted the stones but something did not seem right. "I had thought on that myself, but I know only what the stones show me."
Moriksh walked over to Galadwen, who was gagged and still chained to the wall. "So how do we tap in to this magic? How do we use the girl to aid us?"
Kuruni picked up the dagger from the floor and walked over to the table. "Think! How did you summon the army of Ohtarba? What did you need to anoint the pendent with?" She smiled, waiting for him to get it.
"My blood. The blood line of Sauron's right hand man." He grinned as he eyed Galadwen's throat, so ready for slicing.
Moriksh turned around to face the witch. "So what do we put it on-"
Kuruni stabbed Moriksh right through the heart. "I'm sorry by boy, but just like Sauron before me, I believe that power is not to be shared."
Moriksh coughed up blood as he fell against the wall. Slowly he slumped to the floor, clutching his bleeding heart.
Galadwen's eyes widened in terror as she tried to scream. She struggled against her restraints but it was no use, there was no way out.
Kuruni cleaned of the dagger on her cloak. "Wouldn't want any of his mortal blood to mix with yours now would we, that would ruin the whole thing." She walked over to Galadwen, and placed the dagger against her pale wrist. "Now be a good girl and bite down, this will only hurt for a moment."
Sorry for the cliffhanger, BAD SADIE! BAD SADIE! I will try and leave the next one on a happy note, no promises though. I hope you liked this chapter, there will be fluff in the next one. I finally have all the story line ploted out, so I wont be making it up as I go along anymore.
Please review and let me know what you thought? Input is always welcome x
The Last Evenstar:- I hope you didn't get in to as much trouble as Galadwen when you were a kid. If she was my daughter she would give me a heart attack on a weekly basis.
Natters:- You ask and you shall recieve, here is some more for you. Eldarion is such a sweety, I think he is going to be just like his Dad, well I know he will seeing as this is a prequel and I have already writen him as an adult.
The Converted:- Karl Urban is really hot! How did your test go? Did you pass? I don't like cliffhangers either, unfortunately this chapter has one too.
Gionareth:- Yay, the person who has given me good ideas in the past. Well I wasn't going to have anyone kidnapped but you will find out the reason why she had to be latter on in the story. Can't tell you know though, it would give too much away.
Queen Arwen:- Oh how we love the sweat and dirt. Violence is ok, as long as it is directed at the evil person.
Cerridwen-Evereven:- Glad you liked the battle, the evil witch will pay.
Chapter 7
Blood line
Aragorn looked around the field, where the battle was taking place. Not only where his men out numbered, but they were proving no challenge for the army of Ohtarba. Foot steps in the sodden mud brought his attention back to the foe behind him. Aragorn turned and swung Anduril through the air, hitting the creature's arm with a clang.
It barely even registered with the foul, walking corpse, as he thrust his spear at Aragorn. The King of Gondor loosely dodged the weapon, aimed at his shoulder and raised his sword to intercept the creatures next blow.
Aragorn could feel the fatigue begin to set in, his legs felt shaky and his arms felt heavy, as though they were made of led. He continued to duel with the dead soldier, every blow becoming a little more too close for comfort. When Aragorn, with a forced bout of energy, ran at the creature. It moved out of the way and turned quickly, embedding it's spear through Aragorn's gut.
Aragorn's eyes instantly went wide as he clutched his stomach in pain. He fell to the ground with a thud, part of him screaming to get up and fight, the other part telling him to lay there and die, it was so much easier that way. He squeezed his eyes shut and pressed firmly on the wound, his hands were already sticky with blood. He opened his eyes again, just in time to see the decaying soldier with it's spear raised above Aragorn's heart.
'This is it' He thought to himself. 'This is my end. Arwen!'
The corpse raised the spear and thrust down with a striking force. He suddenly dropped the spear, the silver tipped wooden pole came clanking down on top of Aragorn, the sharp point away from him. Aragorn looked up at the creature as it slumped to the floor beside him.
"Eldarion!" Aragorn coughed out the words as his entire lower body begun to get numb. Eldarion knelt down beside his father, fear and worry set on his mud splattered face.
"Do not move, I will get help."
Aragorn's hand reached out to grab his son, to stop him from leaving. "No son, there is no one who can help, not out here." He winced heavily as he tried to get up, his arms suddenly not strong enough to take his weight.
Eldarion helped his father up. Shakily the two got to their feet and Aragorn rested some of his weight on his son.
"Oh Ada, you look awful." His only son was clearly worried. "Let me see your wound."
Aragorn moved away from his son, using every last ounce of strength left in him to stand by himself.
"I will be fine Eldarion, just fine. I have received far greater wounds then this, it is but a scratch, I will be fine." Aragorn lied to his son, relieved to see some of the fear leave his eyes.
"Eldarion you must do something for me, it is extremely important and I would not entrust this to any other."
Eldarion nodded, not sure what use he would be, what ever it was he was needed to do.
"Eldarion listen to me. You must take my horse, you must ride to the West, to Eomer. We fight in vain here, you must tell him that the East is taken." He clasped his son's shoulder, trying to make him understand the importance of his task. The men here stood no chance of being victorious, they would all fall to death, including Aragorn, they desperately needed aid. Aragorn hoped that Eomer was having more success with these creatures.
"But you are hurt, I can not leave you." Eldarion held his father's hand. It was deathly cold.
"Eldarion, you must do this, I promise you that I will be fine here."
Reluctantly, Eldarion nodded and ran to where he knew his father's horse would be.
The second Eldarion was out of sight, Aragorn let the pretence go, he fell to the floor and instantly blacked out from the pain.
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Arwen, along with the other women from the underground chambers, was searching for Galadwen. Arwen felt cold, like part of her had died.
"Galadwen!" She yelled at the top of her lungs. They had been searching everywhere, and had now ventured up to the ground level. Lothiriel took Arwen's hand in her own.
"She will be fine Arwen, she probably just wondered of, you know how your children like to do that."
"No, something is wrong I can feel it in the air." She ran out in to the cold night, and could see, from a distance, the battle that was taking place.
All of a sudden everything around Arwen froze, like time itself had stopped still. Her vision started to sway until everything went white, and all she could hear was her husband's faint voice.
'This is it. This is my end. Arwen!'
As soon as it came, it went again and her vision went back to normal.
"Arwen?" Lothiriel was rubbing her shoulder. "You do not look so well."
Arwen turned to face her. "Aragorn! I must go to him." She was now torn between going to her husband, who so clearly needed her, and looking for her daughter, who, as Lothiriel said, did have a tendency to wonder off on her own.
"Aragorn is badly hurt, I must go to him. But Galadwen-"
Lothiriel waved her hand. "We will continue to look for her, we will not stop until we have found her, go to him Arwen."
Arwen nodded and ran for the stables, where she mounted her horse, bare back, and rode in search of her husband, praying to Elbereth that she would not be too late.
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Moriksh dismounted his horse, his evil grin was set, from the carnage he had just left. He burst through the door, startling Kuruni. She turned sharply, dropping the blade on the floor, with a clang.
Moriksh instantly noticed the girl tied to the wall. He raised his eyebrows at the witch. "What are you doing?"
Kuruni walked towards him, her stench of death sickening, and placed her hand on his shoulder.
"Before you is the daughter of Elesser." She spoke proudly as she informed the dark man. Moriksh stared at Galadwen, before turning back to the witch. "What do we want with her?"
Kuruni rolled her yellowed eyes. "My stones have never once lied to me. They showed me the girl and they showed me the magic that flows through her veins. Not only is she the first daughter of the King, but also a descendent of the Queen of Elves, the lady of light. This child has more heritage then any other being in all of Middle Earth.
Moriksh still did not look impressed. "Why not the others then? Why not her sisters too?"
Kuruni glared at him, she had also wondered about that, she trusted the stones but something did not seem right. "I had thought on that myself, but I know only what the stones show me."
Moriksh walked over to Galadwen, who was gagged and still chained to the wall. "So how do we tap in to this magic? How do we use the girl to aid us?"
Kuruni picked up the dagger from the floor and walked over to the table. "Think! How did you summon the army of Ohtarba? What did you need to anoint the pendent with?" She smiled, waiting for him to get it.
"My blood. The blood line of Sauron's right hand man." He grinned as he eyed Galadwen's throat, so ready for slicing.
Moriksh turned around to face the witch. "So what do we put it on-"
Kuruni stabbed Moriksh right through the heart. "I'm sorry by boy, but just like Sauron before me, I believe that power is not to be shared."
Moriksh coughed up blood as he fell against the wall. Slowly he slumped to the floor, clutching his bleeding heart.
Galadwen's eyes widened in terror as she tried to scream. She struggled against her restraints but it was no use, there was no way out.
Kuruni cleaned of the dagger on her cloak. "Wouldn't want any of his mortal blood to mix with yours now would we, that would ruin the whole thing." She walked over to Galadwen, and placed the dagger against her pale wrist. "Now be a good girl and bite down, this will only hurt for a moment."
Sorry for the cliffhanger, BAD SADIE! BAD SADIE! I will try and leave the next one on a happy note, no promises though. I hope you liked this chapter, there will be fluff in the next one. I finally have all the story line ploted out, so I wont be making it up as I go along anymore.
Please review and let me know what you thought? Input is always welcome x