Summer: Hey everyone! Summer Skye here with Prologue #2I mean 3. I keep losing count. Anyway this chapter is completely written by me (with Adiva as editor). Thank you to everyone whose reviewed. But we received one review saying we've or rather I've killed off Lothíriel (The wife Tolkien gives Eomer). I assure you I have done no such thing. She exists, but does not marry Eomer. As a warning, this is the last prologue. After this the story will have elements of the books, the movies, and the creative minds of Adiva and myself. So be prepared. As Adiva said before, reviews are our only source of income, please give generously.

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Aragorn closed the book and Gilraen looked up at her uncle. 'Then what happened, Uncle?' she asked.

'Well Frodo lived in Bag End for a while before Gandalf told him the truth about the Ring. Frodo along with Sam, Merry, and Pippin went to a village called Bree. In those days, I was a Ranger and among the Breefolk was called Strider. I guided the hobbits to Rivendell, but at a place called Weathertop, Frodo was wounded by the Nazgûl.'

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Frodo cried out in pain as the cold knife pierced his shoulder.

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'If you could give me the thyme,' Lord Elrond said. '-- Chrysanthemum ?'

The hobbit lass was sitting on the bed, hand to her head.

'Chrysanthemum, are you all right?' Lord Elrond asked, crouching to the girl's level.

'Y-yes,' she replied after a moment. 'Just a little dizzy. I'll be fine in a moment.' Her head came up at the sound of hooves in the courtyard. She ran to the window. 'It's Asaloth. He's got a hobbit on his back. It's Frodo!'

The girl ran out to the courtyard with Lord Elrond close behind her. Elrond pulled Frodo off the horse and saw the wound on his shoulder. 'Chrysanthemum, help me with him.'

She nodded and followed the elf-lord. She turned to see Aragorn, Sam, Merry, Pippin, and Glorfindel coming through the gate. The Ranger gave her a reassuring nod and she went inside.

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Elfwine's eyes widened. 'Were the Nazgûl scary, Uncle? What did they look like?'

Aragorn looked at Eileena uneasily. She shook her head. 'That is a story that should wait for the light of day, Elfwine.'

'Mama, what did they call you in Bree?' Gilraen asked.

Eileena laughed. 'I've only been to Bree once, my child, and that was many a year ago. I was a lady of Gondor when your uncle was guiding the hobbits. I didn't even know your uncle then.'

'Yes, that is quite true. It wasn't until Council of Elrond that I met your mother,' Aragorn commented as stroke his beard as if to recall something.

'Why is that Mama? Why didn't you know Uncle?' Gilraen asked.

'Be good and sit back down, and your uncle and I will tell you more of the story.'

Gilraen and Elfwine looked at their mother intently. 'Now let me see. Where to begin?' She looked over to her brother. 'I know the Council.'

'Yes, the Council,' Aragorn said clearing his throat, 'is the place where I first understood your mother's life. I first met her at the gates of Rivendell, when she came to Rivendell from Gondor. But I think that your story begins in Gondor, Eileena.'

'Yes, Gondor. In those days, I wasn't called the daughter of Arathorn. I was called the daughter of Denethor. Denethor had sent me to Rivendell to see if the Elves could break the habits that I had acquired from Boromir and your Uncle Faramir. It was your Uncle Aragorn who took the reins of my horse and helped me dismount. The moment I looked into his eyes I felt connected to him. But it was after Gondor had reclaimed the city of Osgiliath, that my life changed forever and for the better.' Eileena sat back and looked into the eyes of her two young children and began to continue to the story.