Hi! Chapter 3 now takes us to Gondor, and to Aragorn and Arwen and their
many children. I do think this chapter is a bit over the top with all the
weirdness that is going to happen. If need be I will re-write this chapter
to the readers satisfaction! Review replies are at the bottom of the page!
~Chapter 3~
~Attacks~
3 Days after Gandalf's arrival in the Shire
Year 25 – King's Reckoning
Far to the East in the land of Gondor it was a time of waking. The sun dawned brightly and its rays even reached the peaks of the mountains surrounding Mordor, letting what little light there was into that Black Land.
Traders, Farmers, Stable Boys and Soldiers were all waking or changing shifts ready for a new start to the day. Minas Tirith was soon bustling with noise and excitement as the new day began.
The House of Telcontar bustled with servants that were tending to the Prince and Princesses. People went to and fro from the courts letting the King decide their matters for them if the problems involved the disruption of society. In many cases they were petty arguments, yet the people involved wished for the wisdom of the King.
It was midday when at last King Elessar – Aragorn II – emerged from the courts, rubbing his tired eyes and settled down for a meal with Arwen. Their six children had all been fed earlier, leaving the King and Queen to dine alone.
As always the food given to them was of a richly manner showing the wealth they had, and the amount of time taken to prepare each meal, so that it was fit for a King.
As he finished his meal, Aragorn turned to his wife and asked her about the progress of their children.
Arwen smiled. Aragorn doted upon their children; he loved them dearly, he did not want to lose them. "Eldarion has been practising with Jonan in the art of sword-fighting. I believe he will soon surpass you as the greatest swordsman this world has seen in a long time."
"I can expect that." Aragorn mused. Eldarion was proving to be an adept fighter, yet he was afraid that people were expecting too much of him. The Prince knew he had a lot to live up to because of the great deeds his father did in the War of the Ring. It was hard being compared to his father even at the tender age of sixteen. "He worries he will not succeed in life."
"He's young. He's got so much to do and to see. Eldarion will be a good King when the time comes." Arwen soothed. "The people will see how good a leader he is then."
"I hope so." Aragorn sighed. "What of our daughters?"
"Ancalimé has been trying her hardest to act like a young lady, yet she is growing up too fast. Her studies are coming on quite well. She would make a suitable wife for a lucky nobleman when her time comes. Tiniwiel and Anawiel spend most of their time in the library reading up on past events. They both love their books. That is your fault you know?" Arwen grinned watching her husband's stunned reaction.
"My fault?"
"Yes dear, your fault," Arwen laughed, "You read to them when they were smaller. You clearly loved them both when they were born."
"Yet now they remind me of your brothers." Aragorn mused.
She took hold of her husband's hands. "They are twins. And when my brothers last came to this city, Tiniwiel and Anawiel spent most of their time with you and them. They are only young and yet they are under the influence of two twin elven lords, something which I'll never forgive you for."
Tiniwiel and Anawiel were twins and it was as Arwen put it, under the influence of her brothers. The elven twins took great pleasure in speaking to the two girls. They begged the brothers to tell them about Middle-Earth and all the places they had seen and what they had been doing. Since learning to read, the two girls spent their time going through Gondor's library and correcting mistakes that the historians of Gondor had left. Only being ten years old, the girls had already left a marking impression on the city. They were not normal for girls of that age.
"Stop putting the blame on me," Aragorn moaned, "that's what brothers are there for."
Arwen laughed. "It was just a bit of fun." She said. "Eleclya is learning to write on her own now, her ability with the elven language has improved a lot. She can understand a lot more now and has even begun writing in elvish, in which I am proud. Being only six she is working really hard to improve her speech and writing."
"And Eowulia?" Aragorn asked.
Eowulia was the couple's youngest child. Only two months old. She had been born two nights after the departure of Merry and Pippin from Gondor. Born three weeks early, Arwen had been in labour for 12 hours before finally giving birth. In that time Aragorn had been at his wife's side, getting very angry at the fact that the mid-wife kept saying that neither Arwen nor the child would survive the birth. She had been wrong in that statement and both had pulled through.
"Eowulia has become aware of those around her. She knows who Eldarion is, who I am, and the nanny, yet she doesn't recognise any others."
"My own daughter won't know me?"
"She will. You just need to spend more time with her." Arwen said, smiling, getting up and planting a kiss on her husband's cheek. "For now I will go and see her."
"How about going for a walk this afternoon through the market?" Aragorn asked. "Bring all the children? All I've got is a few papers to fill in."
"That would be lovely. I don't think Eowulia is ready to leave the house yet. But I trust you. The market it is."
*****
It was nearly two hours later that Aragorn and Arwen accompanied by their six children and a troopment of soldiers marched leisurely into the market. People pulled back to allow the King and Queen to go pass. They could not go anywhere without being recognised.
Arwen carried Eowulia in her arms, and many people strained to catch sight of the small child.
The market was bustling with many people; all trading goods for better ones. People called to the Royals hoping to get them to buy some of their goods. Yet neither Arwen nor Aragorn bought anything. The children on the other hand requested something and used their own money to buy what they wished.
All in all the traders in the market acquired more money then they thought they would get that day. The sun was shining brilliantly down onto the city's streets. Fanned out around the streets stood royal guards, all keeping an eye out for anyone that dare to harm their King.
No threat was present and Arwen gazed around her, while Eowulia tugged playfully at the Queen's long hair, gurgling softly. For such a small baby she was progressing well.
Then something assaulted her mind and she stumbled. Eldarion walked behind her and seeing his mother steadied her and looked at her in the eye.
"Mother?" he asked.
Arwen shook her head clearing her mind from the dark presence she had felt just a moment ago. "I'm fine. Just something in my mind." She murmured, looking urgently around her.
"Do you want Ada?"
The Queen shook her head. "No. It's nothing. Go on ahead. I'll catch up."
Eldarion looked puzzled but ignored it and made his way through the throng of people towards Anawiel and Tiniwiel, both of which were looking at a golden necklace for sale and were pressuring their father to buy it for them.
Arwen searched the skies around her. She could feel something in the air. Some evil was above them. She could feel it reaching out to her; trying to claim her, and then the dark touch moved from her, as if she was not the one it was seeking. Her sensitivity to what was around her enabled the Queen to feel any darkness that might reside in the ground, the city, the air, anywhere.
Holding Eowulia in her arms to protect the child, she gingerly walked forward to where Aragorn stood waiting for her.
There was something terribly wrong.
As her heart had warned her, her elven senses flared as something swooped down from the sky towards the market. She had enough time to shout a warning before the creature landed on the path in front of Aragorn and her children, separating her from them, and flinging soldiers to the side as they attempted to reach their King and his heirs.
Arwen could not advance and was pulled to safety by a soldier and pushed her to a female shop owner. "Keep her safe." The soldier said before drawing his sword and running forward to aid his comrades.
Arwen bit her lip as soldiers were flung to the side as the beast lashed out with its claws. Its rider was something she'd never seen before. Fear built inside her heart.
The rider elegantly slid down and planted its feet firmly on the stone path. The armour it wore was shining black. You could not see its face for a helmet covered it, save for only a small muzzle where the mouth was. It was large, and threatening.
Children hang onto their mothers as they watched the confrontation that followed.
In the rider's hands it held a long, black sword that glowed red around its sides while in the other hand it held chains.
Aragorn pulled Anduril from its sheath on his belt and stood ready. Most of his soldiers were lying wounded around him. Eldarion stood behind him, shielding his sisters.
Then something happened which the Prince did not expect. All went silent. A wisp of smoke appeared from their attackers sword and engulfed the King. Eldarion watched as Aragorn shivered violently until he dropped Anduril on the stone floor. In one swift movement the cloud vanished, and Aragorn launched himself at Anduril that had scattered away from him when he'd dropped it.
But even as he made a grasp for it, the rider lashed out his other hand, which held the chains, and in a flash they had magically wrapped round the King's ankles, causing him to fall. He crashed to the earth and was pulled backwards.
Eldarion grabbed Anduril from the earth and rushed at the rider striking out at its gloved hand that held the chains. With the strength he had the boy cut through the chains. His foe screamed in a tongue he'd not heard before. Yet it did not attack back, instead it stepped away, leapt upon its steed and left the streets of Minas Tirith, and flew back into the sky, into the clouds.
He ran to Aragorn who sat up as he approached, massaging his sore ankles. Arwen pushed her way through the throng of people who had crowded round them, still holding Eowulia in her arms.
"Estel?" the elven Queen looked deep into her husband's eyes searching for any sign that might mean he was injured. Having watched the attacker in nearly taking Aragorn, she was anxious to know if there was any lasting damage. She was relieved when he shook his head, confirming nothing was wrong.
"I'm fine," he murmured, "what was that?"
Arwen shivered in the warm sun. "It was evil," she whispered in elvish, "A darkness I haven't felt for years."
Aragorn closed his eyes. "And it sought me."
"We don't know that," Eldarion interrupted handing Anduril back to its rightful owner.
"But we can't ignore the fact that someone or something could be after me." Aragorn said. "Until we know for sure what this thing is, we can only guess that it was me."
Eldarion shook his head, his long brown hair falling across his face. "No Ada. We can't assume it was you this thing was after. Yet to be cautious I feel the guard should be doubled on the palace, and that you don't leave the house. If these things are truly after you, then they will come for you."
*****
The guards injured by the attack were taken to the Houses of Healing and were slowly recuperating. Word had been sent to Ithilien for extra guards to be stationed at Minas Tirith.
No threat or attack seemed to trouble the city, yet Arwen Undómiel could continually feel a dark presence lingering in the back of her mind. Something was still out there, hiding out of sight.
Two days after the first attack, the Lord Faramir and Lady Éowyn arrived in the city with a detachment of warriors from Ithilien. The warriors were stationed at all entry points into the House of Telcontar, and the balcony leading to the King and Queen's chambers was guarded as well, something which had never been done before. No one in the city wished to lose their King.
The day after their arrival in the city, the King and Queen and the Steward and his wife discussed the attack and what could be done about it.
As with Éowyn, she wished to challenge this beast. Fighting the Witch-King had increased her strengths in battle. It had awarded her with fame and a loving husband. She saw the threat as the Witch King. After all it had used some sort of dark power to make Aragorn drop Anduril and then bind him with chains with a flick of the wrist.
"I do not think this foe is of the Witch-King's power," Aragorn observed. "None of my soldiers could get near enough to harm it. Something evil is controlling it, yet we cannot find any connection to them. Arwen feels something in the air."
"It's all around the city. It tugs at the back of my mind. Whatever this creature is it is still here. It's biding its time."
"Calculating the best time to attack. Or waiting when its prey is at its weakest." Faramir pointed out.
"If it is me its after, then I would be weakest when I sleep. Surely an attack should happen then?" Aragorn asked.
Faramir shrugged. "It could be waiting for word from its master. Unless I'm mistaken the attack happened when the sun was shining down on you, correct?"
Aragorn nodded.
"Perhaps it doesn't know where you are unless light falls upon you. Perhaps it cannot see you. The sun was on you during the market. Right? Perhaps it doesn't attack at night because the moonlight isn't singling you out? It's a guess but it seems logical to me." Faramir explained. In truth the Prince of Ithilien had listened to details about the attack. He had questioned all those that had been there and had finally come to the conclusion that since then there had been no attack because the King had not been seen by the attackers in the natural light of the world.
"It makes sense," Arwen agreed, "maybe if you stood in the light of the sun or the moon you would be seen. It would come again."
"I do not wish to endanger my family." Aragorn muttered. "If there was a way that meant I was not...then I would consider it."
"There would be guards on watch. Ready to help you. If you stepped out of the light maybe it would go away. We won't know for sure unless we try it." Faramir reasoned. Sometimes King Elessar could be so stubborn!
Aragorn glanced at Arwen. He never liked the idea of being used as bait. They wouldn't know for sure unless they tried Faramir's theory. If what he said was true then they could use it to their advantage. He sighed.
"All right I'll do it. No matter how much I dislike being used."
"Faramir?" Arwen said, looking at the Prince of Ithilien and holding his gaze, "If anything bad happens to my husband then consider yourself target practice for my brothers when they next come to Minas Tirith. Also I will blame you. You do not want to meet my brothers when they are in a temper."
"Don't worry my Queen, I will be on hand to help out if anything happens."
*****
Sixteen-year-old Eldarion sat with Ancalimé with little Eowulia in his lap. He hummed a gentle song into his baby sister's ear. The small baby smiled and tried to grab hold of his shirt but he pulled back, laughing gently to himself. He smiled at Ancalimé who watched with fascination.
The fifteen-year-old smiled back. "Eld?"
"What?"
"I'm just wondering about that attack in the market. Do you think its something to worry about?"
Eldarion shook his head. "No. If it was, Ada would have us protected by at least a dozen guards." Yet the Prince could not contain the fear for his father building in his heart. He knew something evil was at work. Though he could not place it.
Ancalimé saw her brother hesitate before answering and looked at him suspiciously. "You're lying."
The boy sighed. He hated it when his younger sister could see that he lied.
"The whole city's worried. Even mother and Ada are. There is something going on here."
"I know I shouldn't keep secrets but I'm trying to protect you." Eldarion replied, "I will be truthful from now on."
"No matter. I can see that you wish for no darkness to befall me or any other. But there will be a time when it is possible it may happen. We have to be ready for it."
Eldarion handed Eowulia to Ancalimé and got to his feet. "There should be no darkness in this world. It's all gone. Though something resides in the air. Whatever it is, I feel, it will be the end of our family."
"Don't be silly! Nothing can harm our family!" Ancalimé had never liked the fact that people claimed that their family was not invincible. She had been very young during the bitter conflicts after the War between Gondor and Harad which had taken away her childhood. Seeing men going to war held a lasting impression on the child. After each battle her father had come back unscratched which had led to her obsession that every one of her blood was invincible. Nothing could convince her otherwise.
Eldarion had learnt a long time ago that everyone had a weakness; they just needed to exploit it. In his father's case his weakness was Arwen and his heirs. If anything harmed them then he would do anything in his power to protect them from harm and do *most* of what he was asked of, before arriving in anger and killing all that had harmed any of his loved ones.
Though he still had to see his father in full anger, the boy did not doubt his father's tales of his youth whenever the enemy captured a loved one and he did let go of his anger. No one - apart from Arwen, Legolas and the twins - had seen him in full anger, and it was very unlikely that he would never do so.
He did not wish to argue with his sister and so left it.
The Prince stayed staring out the window into the blue sky looking for any signs of movement. There was none.
*Where are you?* he wondered. *What do you want?* yet no answers came.
*****
It was nearly midnight when Aragorn and Arwen retired to bed. They had decided to risk Faramir's little plan. In addition more guards had been posted outside the door and on the balcony, ready to act if Faramir's theory worked. It was quite simple.
Aragorn was to wonder out into the moonlight that covered the balcony and wait for a few minutes to see if anything came. If nothing appeared then Faramir's theory would be proven wrong.
Alert and weary Arwen walked beside Aragorn, carefully holding onto his arm. They had not told any of their children of this plan, and the Nanny was caring for little Eowulia that night instead of sleeping in her parent's room.
Walking leisurely out onto the balcony, the couple stared at the stars twinkling in the evening sky. None spoke. Four guards were situated on the balcony not moving, only watching.
Aragorn placed his hands on the side and looked out, with Arwen leaning lovingly on his arms.
He whispered to her quietly in elvish. "I do not think anything i..."
The King had no chance to finish his sentence when Arwen shouted; "DUCK!"
He was pulled down by his wife as sharp claws racked through the air. The guards were there as the beast came at them again. Flung aside, the soldiers slumped sideways, blood pouring from their heads.
Aragorn struggled to his feet. Beside him appeared Faramir holding a sword, and to his surprise Éowyn also held one. Both their faces were set for battle.
Arwen gripped Aragorn's arm and shoved him inside the room out of the moonlight. The creature did not fly away. The Queen realised with dread that this thing knew he was here. Knew that her husband was in that room. And it would not go away.
"Éowyn!" a scream echoed to her right. She looked up, eyes widening when she saw the Rohan woman launch herself at the beast, yet her sword did not harm the creature's flesh, even when it made contact. A clawed hand swooped from her right impacting on her side. The White Lady crashed to the earth crying aloud as pain ripped through her body.
Arwen ran to the woman's side. "Are you alright?"
Éowyn nodded weakly. "Just a scratch."
Then something whooshed past their heads. The Knight that sat upon its steed had thrown out his chains. Arwen's eyes followed them, and to her horror she saw Aragorn being pulled out of the darkness and out towards the beast.
Leaving Éowyn and taking up the woman's sword, the Queen leapt at Aragorn grabbing his wrist and pulling him back. With the other hand she gave him Éowyn's sword, and struggling, he somehow managed to lash out at the beast.
As the sword scraped over skin, the beast screeched in agony, roaring and spread its wings. Still not free from the chains Aragorn was pulled upwards into the sky, his hand releasing the hilt of the sword. Arwen's cry echoed into the night, as he was roughly pulled away from her. The chains that were wrapped round his waist, tightened, and then wound across his chest, pinning his arms to his side. He struggled with all his might but could not free himself.
Through the flapper of wings he heard the coldest voice he had ever heard.
"It would be wise for you to cease your struggle heir of Numenor. It would not please my master if you were damaged beyond repair."
Aragorn ceased his struggle and looked below him. The grounds of the Pelennor Fields were far off. If he fell his bones would be shattered upon the earth. It was not a way he would have chosen to die. Instead he looked back at Minas Tirith that was slowly fading into the distance. He could see the small fame of Arwen watching the beast fly away. There was nothing his beloved could do to save him. He was lost to her.
*****
The hobbits stared wide-eyed at the creature that launched itself away from the towers of Minas Tirith. Five days of hard riding following the River had led them to the harbour at Pelargir where they had seen three boats filled with Orcs. Gandalf had explained it was Morgoth's army; ready to set sail from Numenor, once Aragorn had been brought to them. They had seen their old friend get increasingly worried.
The Istari had used a spell on the horse to carry their weight as well as run non-stop for seven days without rest, food nor water. So far the beast showed no sign of tiredness.
"You four make your way to Minas Tirith. I'm going back to Pelargir. That creature I sense has Aragorn. I must prevent this." Gandalf said. He waited for the hobbits to jump from the horse. They stepped back as the wizard reared the horse back in the other direction. "Make haste! Take me to Pelargir at your swiftest!" he commanded.
The hobbits watched fascinated as their friend raced back to the boats. Each of them prayed that nothing ill would befall Strider.
*****
Gandalf rode swiftly towards the harbour, his keen eyes keeping track of the beast in the air. He could dimly make out the form of a man as well. A shiver ran up the wizard's back. So the bearer had been found. And he was in the hands of the enemy.
One eye trained on the beast, Gandalf urged the horse to the left as the enemy whirled to the right. It was taking the direct route to the boats. "Faster!" he murmured. He was losing time.
Ignoring the twisting and turns of the road he urged the horse through the undergrowth and then he was in the harbour. His eyes widened when he saw Orcs standing guard round five boats. Quickly pulling the horse back Gandalf watched, waiting for the beast to arrive with its important prisoner.
Sure enough the creature landed next to the boats. Orcs rushed from their posts surrounding the dark creature. From his view the wizard could just make out the form of Aragorn, struggling fruitlessly against his bonds, as the Orcs manhandled him across the dock.
Gandalf gritted his teeth. He held his staff in one hand and readied the horse. He had to act now!
Whispering in elvish, Gandalf burst through the bushes, startling all those present. His eyes burned with fury and he lifted his staff. A bright light issued from the tip, blinding all those present. Even, the dark creature screeched in agony as the shining light burned its eyes.
Aragorn, who was being dragged by the Orcs, fell when their grip loosened. He hit the earth rolling onto his back groaning. He turned his head seeing Gandalf for the first time. Then he felt numbness running through his arms. Looking down he realised that the chains had loosened. The bright light was causing his captor to release him.
Pushing the chains from his body Aragorn leapt to his feet and headed for Gandalf, ignoring the fact that the creature knew its prey had escaped from him and was attempting to feebly trip him up.
"Get on!" Gandalf commanded, swerving the horse to the side, but still keeping the bright light shining from his staff.
Scrambling onto the horse Aragorn balanced himself and holding Gandalf on the shoulders, said: "I'm on."
Without looking back Gandalf urged the horse forward at a run as he brought his staff down dimming the bright light. Instantly the cold, crisp sound of the Knight could be heard as it shouted out orders to the Orcs. "Don't just stand there! Get him back! I don't care if you have to break his legs or even cut them off, I want him back!"
The hideous sounds of the Orcs were drowned out as the sound of the horse came to the King's ears. Aragorn glanced behind and saw Orcs following them though falling behind rapidly. Just then a screech ripped through the air, followed by the constant flapper of wings.
"It's following us." Gandalf murmured. "Make haste!"
*****
They waited patiently watching silent from inside the gates of Minas Tirith. The four hobbits had made quick work to the city. The gates had already been opened as guards had been preparing to follow the demon that had taken their King. Faramir, Arwen and her children had been watching; Faramir speaking urgently to the captain of the guard, when the hobbits came running through.
Surprised by their arrival Frodo quickly explained that he and Gandalf had come to reunite the Fellowship, and that Gandalf was following the dark creature. There was no need to pursue.
Arwen had agreed and they now waited for Gandalf and hopefully Aragorn. Tension ran high. The commotion above and below the city had sparked attention and people crowded around them also awaiting news.
Then Pippin spotted the distinct shape of something in the air. "Look!"
Eyes turned this way and that, and it was Arwen who saw the flying beast. She watched as it lunged downward opening its mouth and then flying upwards. It was certain that Aragorn had escaped.
"Ready your bows!" she commanded, gripping her twin girls on their shoulders. In the aftermath of Aragorn's abduction, the Prince of Ithilien had said it was wise for her to wake her children and tell them of what had transpired. With the exception of Eowulia who was with the nanny, her son and other daughters had risen and were beside her, fear residing in their hearts.
Soldiers readied their bows as the creature came nearer, keeping it in their trained eyesight. They could now see the horse and its riders; one was slumped over.
"Release arrows!" Arwen shouted.
In unison arrows flew into the air as Gandalf rode into the city and the beast flew over-head. Many found their mark. Screeches filled the air. Then the Knight on its steed turned from the city and away into the night.
Arwen's first thought was to Aragorn and she turned and rushed to the horse glancing at Gandalf before looking at Aragorn, who was slumped over, blood pouring from a wound on his shoulder. "What happened?"
"The Knight came at us. It struck him, biting into his shoulder nearly taking him away again. I managed to keep hold on him. The arrows served us well." Gandalf said as he laid the unconscious King on the stone floor.
The top of the man's shoulder was bleeding freely. Within minutes the bleeding had stopped, and the wound cleaned.
"He should be alright for the night." Gandalf said. "Those Knights will not attempt another attack."
"Those?" the Queen whispered.
"There are six Great Knights created by a master of darkness. I will tell you more when the Fellowship has been assembled."
Arwen nodded her eyes never leaving her husband's form. She wrapped an arm around Eleclya before asking one of the maids to escort her children to their rooms. Then with the crowd of people parting, she followed Gandalf as he carried Aragorn to the Houses of Healing.
The hobbits followed unnoticed by those around them.
TBC
Well what did you think? Does it need to be re-written? Reviews are welcome!
The next chapter: The Fellowship Reunites, without Boromir who is *still* dead! Poor attempt at humor I know. (Just to let you know he is my fourth favourite character from LOTR, though he falls behind Aragorn, Legolas and Frodo! I have nothing against Boromir!) Also a Council is held! One of many I must say that features in this story!
Review Replies:
Undómiel: I have read Unfinished Tales twice and the Silmarillion once. Morgoth fascinates me and I wanted to write a story that contained him in it. To answer your question about the sentence in Chapter 2, I was unaware of this change. I read the Appendix of ROTK about a year ago. I did not realise that Mirkwood had been changed back to Greenwood. I just feel that because of all the darkness that has happened in Greenwood, it will never be the same again as the elves have dwindled away. I'll make a note and attempt to remember Greenwood for any future references of Mirkwood! Thanks for the review!
Bandosax15 or THESnowboardingFuzzyKiwibird: You've confused me with your name, but its neat whichever one it is! I'm glad that you left such positive comments about my story. I have never liked slash; I'm hoping the hobbits don't sound too slashy. Tolkien always has said that hobbits are very close to one another, and I feel that Frodo and Sam have a special bond that cannot be broken, but one that is pure friendship and dedication to each other!
Tinania Legolinde: Sorry about the plot! For your benefit here is a simplified version of the story: In the First Age of ME, Morgoth made a prophecy (I made that up!), after his defeat Sauron rose and added to the prophecy. When Sauron was destroyed, Morgoth raised again because of the prophecy made. Morgoth lost most of his power. But because he made a prophecy the power is not destroyed. Elros (the first King of Numenor) was granted these powers to hold them safe. His former elven life let him live longer but the skills of hunting, tracking and so forth; he lost until he was given the remainder of Morgoth's power. He used it for good and when the eldest living heir of Numenor died, the power transferred onto the next eldest living heir. So each King of Numenor kept receiving this power until Numenor sunk; the power continued on in Kings of Gondor and then the Dúnedain, leading up to Aragorn. I hope this clears things up. If not just e-mail me and I'll get back to you as soon as I am able!
Annasun: Hi mellon-nin! Yes I love the drunken hobbits. You can do anything with them when they're like that! Especially Merry and Pippin!
Ashley: Updates are every Saturday, don't worry I plan to continue! Everybody forgets that Morgoth is still alive. Besides Sauron has been around far too long and brought back so many times by other authors, Morgoth rarely gets a look in!
Galadriel Evenstar: Thanks for the appreciating comments!
Usagipegusus: I think the plotline is very unique!
Kathira: WOW, thanks for your comments on my writing style. I didn't think my characterisations were that good. I believe it is important for Minas Tirith to have some knowledge on the War of the Jewels. After all Aragorn is descended from those from the First Age, he should know a lot about that time! Merry, to me, is the brightest of the hobbits. I plan – hopefully- to make him a rather important character in the chapters to come. Thanks for the review!
Grumpy: Sam really only wishes for a quiet life with his family. With 13 kids he's already on another adventure! He's afraid of dying in battle without saying goodbye to his loved ones. Thanks for the review!
Silvertoekee: I tried to make the reunion sound really sad and comforting. You will see throughout the story the bond the hobbits have created and how far they are willing to go for each other. Have no fear; the Fellowship will properly reunite in Chapter 4!
Beling: I always think it's sad that the Fellowship don't remain together at the end of LOTR. Tolkien's world is so big that it is such a delight to play in it. There's so many places that you can visit and many characters that you can create yourself.
Lifeblood Immortal: Thanks for the comments! I myself am always looking for fics after ROTK. I find Morgoth a very interesting and complicated character to write. Updates are every Saturday.
Next update is next Saturday! Namárië!
~Chapter 3~
~Attacks~
3 Days after Gandalf's arrival in the Shire
Year 25 – King's Reckoning
Far to the East in the land of Gondor it was a time of waking. The sun dawned brightly and its rays even reached the peaks of the mountains surrounding Mordor, letting what little light there was into that Black Land.
Traders, Farmers, Stable Boys and Soldiers were all waking or changing shifts ready for a new start to the day. Minas Tirith was soon bustling with noise and excitement as the new day began.
The House of Telcontar bustled with servants that were tending to the Prince and Princesses. People went to and fro from the courts letting the King decide their matters for them if the problems involved the disruption of society. In many cases they were petty arguments, yet the people involved wished for the wisdom of the King.
It was midday when at last King Elessar – Aragorn II – emerged from the courts, rubbing his tired eyes and settled down for a meal with Arwen. Their six children had all been fed earlier, leaving the King and Queen to dine alone.
As always the food given to them was of a richly manner showing the wealth they had, and the amount of time taken to prepare each meal, so that it was fit for a King.
As he finished his meal, Aragorn turned to his wife and asked her about the progress of their children.
Arwen smiled. Aragorn doted upon their children; he loved them dearly, he did not want to lose them. "Eldarion has been practising with Jonan in the art of sword-fighting. I believe he will soon surpass you as the greatest swordsman this world has seen in a long time."
"I can expect that." Aragorn mused. Eldarion was proving to be an adept fighter, yet he was afraid that people were expecting too much of him. The Prince knew he had a lot to live up to because of the great deeds his father did in the War of the Ring. It was hard being compared to his father even at the tender age of sixteen. "He worries he will not succeed in life."
"He's young. He's got so much to do and to see. Eldarion will be a good King when the time comes." Arwen soothed. "The people will see how good a leader he is then."
"I hope so." Aragorn sighed. "What of our daughters?"
"Ancalimé has been trying her hardest to act like a young lady, yet she is growing up too fast. Her studies are coming on quite well. She would make a suitable wife for a lucky nobleman when her time comes. Tiniwiel and Anawiel spend most of their time in the library reading up on past events. They both love their books. That is your fault you know?" Arwen grinned watching her husband's stunned reaction.
"My fault?"
"Yes dear, your fault," Arwen laughed, "You read to them when they were smaller. You clearly loved them both when they were born."
"Yet now they remind me of your brothers." Aragorn mused.
She took hold of her husband's hands. "They are twins. And when my brothers last came to this city, Tiniwiel and Anawiel spent most of their time with you and them. They are only young and yet they are under the influence of two twin elven lords, something which I'll never forgive you for."
Tiniwiel and Anawiel were twins and it was as Arwen put it, under the influence of her brothers. The elven twins took great pleasure in speaking to the two girls. They begged the brothers to tell them about Middle-Earth and all the places they had seen and what they had been doing. Since learning to read, the two girls spent their time going through Gondor's library and correcting mistakes that the historians of Gondor had left. Only being ten years old, the girls had already left a marking impression on the city. They were not normal for girls of that age.
"Stop putting the blame on me," Aragorn moaned, "that's what brothers are there for."
Arwen laughed. "It was just a bit of fun." She said. "Eleclya is learning to write on her own now, her ability with the elven language has improved a lot. She can understand a lot more now and has even begun writing in elvish, in which I am proud. Being only six she is working really hard to improve her speech and writing."
"And Eowulia?" Aragorn asked.
Eowulia was the couple's youngest child. Only two months old. She had been born two nights after the departure of Merry and Pippin from Gondor. Born three weeks early, Arwen had been in labour for 12 hours before finally giving birth. In that time Aragorn had been at his wife's side, getting very angry at the fact that the mid-wife kept saying that neither Arwen nor the child would survive the birth. She had been wrong in that statement and both had pulled through.
"Eowulia has become aware of those around her. She knows who Eldarion is, who I am, and the nanny, yet she doesn't recognise any others."
"My own daughter won't know me?"
"She will. You just need to spend more time with her." Arwen said, smiling, getting up and planting a kiss on her husband's cheek. "For now I will go and see her."
"How about going for a walk this afternoon through the market?" Aragorn asked. "Bring all the children? All I've got is a few papers to fill in."
"That would be lovely. I don't think Eowulia is ready to leave the house yet. But I trust you. The market it is."
*****
It was nearly two hours later that Aragorn and Arwen accompanied by their six children and a troopment of soldiers marched leisurely into the market. People pulled back to allow the King and Queen to go pass. They could not go anywhere without being recognised.
Arwen carried Eowulia in her arms, and many people strained to catch sight of the small child.
The market was bustling with many people; all trading goods for better ones. People called to the Royals hoping to get them to buy some of their goods. Yet neither Arwen nor Aragorn bought anything. The children on the other hand requested something and used their own money to buy what they wished.
All in all the traders in the market acquired more money then they thought they would get that day. The sun was shining brilliantly down onto the city's streets. Fanned out around the streets stood royal guards, all keeping an eye out for anyone that dare to harm their King.
No threat was present and Arwen gazed around her, while Eowulia tugged playfully at the Queen's long hair, gurgling softly. For such a small baby she was progressing well.
Then something assaulted her mind and she stumbled. Eldarion walked behind her and seeing his mother steadied her and looked at her in the eye.
"Mother?" he asked.
Arwen shook her head clearing her mind from the dark presence she had felt just a moment ago. "I'm fine. Just something in my mind." She murmured, looking urgently around her.
"Do you want Ada?"
The Queen shook her head. "No. It's nothing. Go on ahead. I'll catch up."
Eldarion looked puzzled but ignored it and made his way through the throng of people towards Anawiel and Tiniwiel, both of which were looking at a golden necklace for sale and were pressuring their father to buy it for them.
Arwen searched the skies around her. She could feel something in the air. Some evil was above them. She could feel it reaching out to her; trying to claim her, and then the dark touch moved from her, as if she was not the one it was seeking. Her sensitivity to what was around her enabled the Queen to feel any darkness that might reside in the ground, the city, the air, anywhere.
Holding Eowulia in her arms to protect the child, she gingerly walked forward to where Aragorn stood waiting for her.
There was something terribly wrong.
As her heart had warned her, her elven senses flared as something swooped down from the sky towards the market. She had enough time to shout a warning before the creature landed on the path in front of Aragorn and her children, separating her from them, and flinging soldiers to the side as they attempted to reach their King and his heirs.
Arwen could not advance and was pulled to safety by a soldier and pushed her to a female shop owner. "Keep her safe." The soldier said before drawing his sword and running forward to aid his comrades.
Arwen bit her lip as soldiers were flung to the side as the beast lashed out with its claws. Its rider was something she'd never seen before. Fear built inside her heart.
The rider elegantly slid down and planted its feet firmly on the stone path. The armour it wore was shining black. You could not see its face for a helmet covered it, save for only a small muzzle where the mouth was. It was large, and threatening.
Children hang onto their mothers as they watched the confrontation that followed.
In the rider's hands it held a long, black sword that glowed red around its sides while in the other hand it held chains.
Aragorn pulled Anduril from its sheath on his belt and stood ready. Most of his soldiers were lying wounded around him. Eldarion stood behind him, shielding his sisters.
Then something happened which the Prince did not expect. All went silent. A wisp of smoke appeared from their attackers sword and engulfed the King. Eldarion watched as Aragorn shivered violently until he dropped Anduril on the stone floor. In one swift movement the cloud vanished, and Aragorn launched himself at Anduril that had scattered away from him when he'd dropped it.
But even as he made a grasp for it, the rider lashed out his other hand, which held the chains, and in a flash they had magically wrapped round the King's ankles, causing him to fall. He crashed to the earth and was pulled backwards.
Eldarion grabbed Anduril from the earth and rushed at the rider striking out at its gloved hand that held the chains. With the strength he had the boy cut through the chains. His foe screamed in a tongue he'd not heard before. Yet it did not attack back, instead it stepped away, leapt upon its steed and left the streets of Minas Tirith, and flew back into the sky, into the clouds.
He ran to Aragorn who sat up as he approached, massaging his sore ankles. Arwen pushed her way through the throng of people who had crowded round them, still holding Eowulia in her arms.
"Estel?" the elven Queen looked deep into her husband's eyes searching for any sign that might mean he was injured. Having watched the attacker in nearly taking Aragorn, she was anxious to know if there was any lasting damage. She was relieved when he shook his head, confirming nothing was wrong.
"I'm fine," he murmured, "what was that?"
Arwen shivered in the warm sun. "It was evil," she whispered in elvish, "A darkness I haven't felt for years."
Aragorn closed his eyes. "And it sought me."
"We don't know that," Eldarion interrupted handing Anduril back to its rightful owner.
"But we can't ignore the fact that someone or something could be after me." Aragorn said. "Until we know for sure what this thing is, we can only guess that it was me."
Eldarion shook his head, his long brown hair falling across his face. "No Ada. We can't assume it was you this thing was after. Yet to be cautious I feel the guard should be doubled on the palace, and that you don't leave the house. If these things are truly after you, then they will come for you."
*****
The guards injured by the attack were taken to the Houses of Healing and were slowly recuperating. Word had been sent to Ithilien for extra guards to be stationed at Minas Tirith.
No threat or attack seemed to trouble the city, yet Arwen Undómiel could continually feel a dark presence lingering in the back of her mind. Something was still out there, hiding out of sight.
Two days after the first attack, the Lord Faramir and Lady Éowyn arrived in the city with a detachment of warriors from Ithilien. The warriors were stationed at all entry points into the House of Telcontar, and the balcony leading to the King and Queen's chambers was guarded as well, something which had never been done before. No one in the city wished to lose their King.
The day after their arrival in the city, the King and Queen and the Steward and his wife discussed the attack and what could be done about it.
As with Éowyn, she wished to challenge this beast. Fighting the Witch-King had increased her strengths in battle. It had awarded her with fame and a loving husband. She saw the threat as the Witch King. After all it had used some sort of dark power to make Aragorn drop Anduril and then bind him with chains with a flick of the wrist.
"I do not think this foe is of the Witch-King's power," Aragorn observed. "None of my soldiers could get near enough to harm it. Something evil is controlling it, yet we cannot find any connection to them. Arwen feels something in the air."
"It's all around the city. It tugs at the back of my mind. Whatever this creature is it is still here. It's biding its time."
"Calculating the best time to attack. Or waiting when its prey is at its weakest." Faramir pointed out.
"If it is me its after, then I would be weakest when I sleep. Surely an attack should happen then?" Aragorn asked.
Faramir shrugged. "It could be waiting for word from its master. Unless I'm mistaken the attack happened when the sun was shining down on you, correct?"
Aragorn nodded.
"Perhaps it doesn't know where you are unless light falls upon you. Perhaps it cannot see you. The sun was on you during the market. Right? Perhaps it doesn't attack at night because the moonlight isn't singling you out? It's a guess but it seems logical to me." Faramir explained. In truth the Prince of Ithilien had listened to details about the attack. He had questioned all those that had been there and had finally come to the conclusion that since then there had been no attack because the King had not been seen by the attackers in the natural light of the world.
"It makes sense," Arwen agreed, "maybe if you stood in the light of the sun or the moon you would be seen. It would come again."
"I do not wish to endanger my family." Aragorn muttered. "If there was a way that meant I was not...then I would consider it."
"There would be guards on watch. Ready to help you. If you stepped out of the light maybe it would go away. We won't know for sure unless we try it." Faramir reasoned. Sometimes King Elessar could be so stubborn!
Aragorn glanced at Arwen. He never liked the idea of being used as bait. They wouldn't know for sure unless they tried Faramir's theory. If what he said was true then they could use it to their advantage. He sighed.
"All right I'll do it. No matter how much I dislike being used."
"Faramir?" Arwen said, looking at the Prince of Ithilien and holding his gaze, "If anything bad happens to my husband then consider yourself target practice for my brothers when they next come to Minas Tirith. Also I will blame you. You do not want to meet my brothers when they are in a temper."
"Don't worry my Queen, I will be on hand to help out if anything happens."
*****
Sixteen-year-old Eldarion sat with Ancalimé with little Eowulia in his lap. He hummed a gentle song into his baby sister's ear. The small baby smiled and tried to grab hold of his shirt but he pulled back, laughing gently to himself. He smiled at Ancalimé who watched with fascination.
The fifteen-year-old smiled back. "Eld?"
"What?"
"I'm just wondering about that attack in the market. Do you think its something to worry about?"
Eldarion shook his head. "No. If it was, Ada would have us protected by at least a dozen guards." Yet the Prince could not contain the fear for his father building in his heart. He knew something evil was at work. Though he could not place it.
Ancalimé saw her brother hesitate before answering and looked at him suspiciously. "You're lying."
The boy sighed. He hated it when his younger sister could see that he lied.
"The whole city's worried. Even mother and Ada are. There is something going on here."
"I know I shouldn't keep secrets but I'm trying to protect you." Eldarion replied, "I will be truthful from now on."
"No matter. I can see that you wish for no darkness to befall me or any other. But there will be a time when it is possible it may happen. We have to be ready for it."
Eldarion handed Eowulia to Ancalimé and got to his feet. "There should be no darkness in this world. It's all gone. Though something resides in the air. Whatever it is, I feel, it will be the end of our family."
"Don't be silly! Nothing can harm our family!" Ancalimé had never liked the fact that people claimed that their family was not invincible. She had been very young during the bitter conflicts after the War between Gondor and Harad which had taken away her childhood. Seeing men going to war held a lasting impression on the child. After each battle her father had come back unscratched which had led to her obsession that every one of her blood was invincible. Nothing could convince her otherwise.
Eldarion had learnt a long time ago that everyone had a weakness; they just needed to exploit it. In his father's case his weakness was Arwen and his heirs. If anything harmed them then he would do anything in his power to protect them from harm and do *most* of what he was asked of, before arriving in anger and killing all that had harmed any of his loved ones.
Though he still had to see his father in full anger, the boy did not doubt his father's tales of his youth whenever the enemy captured a loved one and he did let go of his anger. No one - apart from Arwen, Legolas and the twins - had seen him in full anger, and it was very unlikely that he would never do so.
He did not wish to argue with his sister and so left it.
The Prince stayed staring out the window into the blue sky looking for any signs of movement. There was none.
*Where are you?* he wondered. *What do you want?* yet no answers came.
*****
It was nearly midnight when Aragorn and Arwen retired to bed. They had decided to risk Faramir's little plan. In addition more guards had been posted outside the door and on the balcony, ready to act if Faramir's theory worked. It was quite simple.
Aragorn was to wonder out into the moonlight that covered the balcony and wait for a few minutes to see if anything came. If nothing appeared then Faramir's theory would be proven wrong.
Alert and weary Arwen walked beside Aragorn, carefully holding onto his arm. They had not told any of their children of this plan, and the Nanny was caring for little Eowulia that night instead of sleeping in her parent's room.
Walking leisurely out onto the balcony, the couple stared at the stars twinkling in the evening sky. None spoke. Four guards were situated on the balcony not moving, only watching.
Aragorn placed his hands on the side and looked out, with Arwen leaning lovingly on his arms.
He whispered to her quietly in elvish. "I do not think anything i..."
The King had no chance to finish his sentence when Arwen shouted; "DUCK!"
He was pulled down by his wife as sharp claws racked through the air. The guards were there as the beast came at them again. Flung aside, the soldiers slumped sideways, blood pouring from their heads.
Aragorn struggled to his feet. Beside him appeared Faramir holding a sword, and to his surprise Éowyn also held one. Both their faces were set for battle.
Arwen gripped Aragorn's arm and shoved him inside the room out of the moonlight. The creature did not fly away. The Queen realised with dread that this thing knew he was here. Knew that her husband was in that room. And it would not go away.
"Éowyn!" a scream echoed to her right. She looked up, eyes widening when she saw the Rohan woman launch herself at the beast, yet her sword did not harm the creature's flesh, even when it made contact. A clawed hand swooped from her right impacting on her side. The White Lady crashed to the earth crying aloud as pain ripped through her body.
Arwen ran to the woman's side. "Are you alright?"
Éowyn nodded weakly. "Just a scratch."
Then something whooshed past their heads. The Knight that sat upon its steed had thrown out his chains. Arwen's eyes followed them, and to her horror she saw Aragorn being pulled out of the darkness and out towards the beast.
Leaving Éowyn and taking up the woman's sword, the Queen leapt at Aragorn grabbing his wrist and pulling him back. With the other hand she gave him Éowyn's sword, and struggling, he somehow managed to lash out at the beast.
As the sword scraped over skin, the beast screeched in agony, roaring and spread its wings. Still not free from the chains Aragorn was pulled upwards into the sky, his hand releasing the hilt of the sword. Arwen's cry echoed into the night, as he was roughly pulled away from her. The chains that were wrapped round his waist, tightened, and then wound across his chest, pinning his arms to his side. He struggled with all his might but could not free himself.
Through the flapper of wings he heard the coldest voice he had ever heard.
"It would be wise for you to cease your struggle heir of Numenor. It would not please my master if you were damaged beyond repair."
Aragorn ceased his struggle and looked below him. The grounds of the Pelennor Fields were far off. If he fell his bones would be shattered upon the earth. It was not a way he would have chosen to die. Instead he looked back at Minas Tirith that was slowly fading into the distance. He could see the small fame of Arwen watching the beast fly away. There was nothing his beloved could do to save him. He was lost to her.
*****
The hobbits stared wide-eyed at the creature that launched itself away from the towers of Minas Tirith. Five days of hard riding following the River had led them to the harbour at Pelargir where they had seen three boats filled with Orcs. Gandalf had explained it was Morgoth's army; ready to set sail from Numenor, once Aragorn had been brought to them. They had seen their old friend get increasingly worried.
The Istari had used a spell on the horse to carry their weight as well as run non-stop for seven days without rest, food nor water. So far the beast showed no sign of tiredness.
"You four make your way to Minas Tirith. I'm going back to Pelargir. That creature I sense has Aragorn. I must prevent this." Gandalf said. He waited for the hobbits to jump from the horse. They stepped back as the wizard reared the horse back in the other direction. "Make haste! Take me to Pelargir at your swiftest!" he commanded.
The hobbits watched fascinated as their friend raced back to the boats. Each of them prayed that nothing ill would befall Strider.
*****
Gandalf rode swiftly towards the harbour, his keen eyes keeping track of the beast in the air. He could dimly make out the form of a man as well. A shiver ran up the wizard's back. So the bearer had been found. And he was in the hands of the enemy.
One eye trained on the beast, Gandalf urged the horse to the left as the enemy whirled to the right. It was taking the direct route to the boats. "Faster!" he murmured. He was losing time.
Ignoring the twisting and turns of the road he urged the horse through the undergrowth and then he was in the harbour. His eyes widened when he saw Orcs standing guard round five boats. Quickly pulling the horse back Gandalf watched, waiting for the beast to arrive with its important prisoner.
Sure enough the creature landed next to the boats. Orcs rushed from their posts surrounding the dark creature. From his view the wizard could just make out the form of Aragorn, struggling fruitlessly against his bonds, as the Orcs manhandled him across the dock.
Gandalf gritted his teeth. He held his staff in one hand and readied the horse. He had to act now!
Whispering in elvish, Gandalf burst through the bushes, startling all those present. His eyes burned with fury and he lifted his staff. A bright light issued from the tip, blinding all those present. Even, the dark creature screeched in agony as the shining light burned its eyes.
Aragorn, who was being dragged by the Orcs, fell when their grip loosened. He hit the earth rolling onto his back groaning. He turned his head seeing Gandalf for the first time. Then he felt numbness running through his arms. Looking down he realised that the chains had loosened. The bright light was causing his captor to release him.
Pushing the chains from his body Aragorn leapt to his feet and headed for Gandalf, ignoring the fact that the creature knew its prey had escaped from him and was attempting to feebly trip him up.
"Get on!" Gandalf commanded, swerving the horse to the side, but still keeping the bright light shining from his staff.
Scrambling onto the horse Aragorn balanced himself and holding Gandalf on the shoulders, said: "I'm on."
Without looking back Gandalf urged the horse forward at a run as he brought his staff down dimming the bright light. Instantly the cold, crisp sound of the Knight could be heard as it shouted out orders to the Orcs. "Don't just stand there! Get him back! I don't care if you have to break his legs or even cut them off, I want him back!"
The hideous sounds of the Orcs were drowned out as the sound of the horse came to the King's ears. Aragorn glanced behind and saw Orcs following them though falling behind rapidly. Just then a screech ripped through the air, followed by the constant flapper of wings.
"It's following us." Gandalf murmured. "Make haste!"
*****
They waited patiently watching silent from inside the gates of Minas Tirith. The four hobbits had made quick work to the city. The gates had already been opened as guards had been preparing to follow the demon that had taken their King. Faramir, Arwen and her children had been watching; Faramir speaking urgently to the captain of the guard, when the hobbits came running through.
Surprised by their arrival Frodo quickly explained that he and Gandalf had come to reunite the Fellowship, and that Gandalf was following the dark creature. There was no need to pursue.
Arwen had agreed and they now waited for Gandalf and hopefully Aragorn. Tension ran high. The commotion above and below the city had sparked attention and people crowded around them also awaiting news.
Then Pippin spotted the distinct shape of something in the air. "Look!"
Eyes turned this way and that, and it was Arwen who saw the flying beast. She watched as it lunged downward opening its mouth and then flying upwards. It was certain that Aragorn had escaped.
"Ready your bows!" she commanded, gripping her twin girls on their shoulders. In the aftermath of Aragorn's abduction, the Prince of Ithilien had said it was wise for her to wake her children and tell them of what had transpired. With the exception of Eowulia who was with the nanny, her son and other daughters had risen and were beside her, fear residing in their hearts.
Soldiers readied their bows as the creature came nearer, keeping it in their trained eyesight. They could now see the horse and its riders; one was slumped over.
"Release arrows!" Arwen shouted.
In unison arrows flew into the air as Gandalf rode into the city and the beast flew over-head. Many found their mark. Screeches filled the air. Then the Knight on its steed turned from the city and away into the night.
Arwen's first thought was to Aragorn and she turned and rushed to the horse glancing at Gandalf before looking at Aragorn, who was slumped over, blood pouring from a wound on his shoulder. "What happened?"
"The Knight came at us. It struck him, biting into his shoulder nearly taking him away again. I managed to keep hold on him. The arrows served us well." Gandalf said as he laid the unconscious King on the stone floor.
The top of the man's shoulder was bleeding freely. Within minutes the bleeding had stopped, and the wound cleaned.
"He should be alright for the night." Gandalf said. "Those Knights will not attempt another attack."
"Those?" the Queen whispered.
"There are six Great Knights created by a master of darkness. I will tell you more when the Fellowship has been assembled."
Arwen nodded her eyes never leaving her husband's form. She wrapped an arm around Eleclya before asking one of the maids to escort her children to their rooms. Then with the crowd of people parting, she followed Gandalf as he carried Aragorn to the Houses of Healing.
The hobbits followed unnoticed by those around them.
TBC
Well what did you think? Does it need to be re-written? Reviews are welcome!
The next chapter: The Fellowship Reunites, without Boromir who is *still* dead! Poor attempt at humor I know. (Just to let you know he is my fourth favourite character from LOTR, though he falls behind Aragorn, Legolas and Frodo! I have nothing against Boromir!) Also a Council is held! One of many I must say that features in this story!
Review Replies:
Undómiel: I have read Unfinished Tales twice and the Silmarillion once. Morgoth fascinates me and I wanted to write a story that contained him in it. To answer your question about the sentence in Chapter 2, I was unaware of this change. I read the Appendix of ROTK about a year ago. I did not realise that Mirkwood had been changed back to Greenwood. I just feel that because of all the darkness that has happened in Greenwood, it will never be the same again as the elves have dwindled away. I'll make a note and attempt to remember Greenwood for any future references of Mirkwood! Thanks for the review!
Bandosax15 or THESnowboardingFuzzyKiwibird: You've confused me with your name, but its neat whichever one it is! I'm glad that you left such positive comments about my story. I have never liked slash; I'm hoping the hobbits don't sound too slashy. Tolkien always has said that hobbits are very close to one another, and I feel that Frodo and Sam have a special bond that cannot be broken, but one that is pure friendship and dedication to each other!
Tinania Legolinde: Sorry about the plot! For your benefit here is a simplified version of the story: In the First Age of ME, Morgoth made a prophecy (I made that up!), after his defeat Sauron rose and added to the prophecy. When Sauron was destroyed, Morgoth raised again because of the prophecy made. Morgoth lost most of his power. But because he made a prophecy the power is not destroyed. Elros (the first King of Numenor) was granted these powers to hold them safe. His former elven life let him live longer but the skills of hunting, tracking and so forth; he lost until he was given the remainder of Morgoth's power. He used it for good and when the eldest living heir of Numenor died, the power transferred onto the next eldest living heir. So each King of Numenor kept receiving this power until Numenor sunk; the power continued on in Kings of Gondor and then the Dúnedain, leading up to Aragorn. I hope this clears things up. If not just e-mail me and I'll get back to you as soon as I am able!
Annasun: Hi mellon-nin! Yes I love the drunken hobbits. You can do anything with them when they're like that! Especially Merry and Pippin!
Ashley: Updates are every Saturday, don't worry I plan to continue! Everybody forgets that Morgoth is still alive. Besides Sauron has been around far too long and brought back so many times by other authors, Morgoth rarely gets a look in!
Galadriel Evenstar: Thanks for the appreciating comments!
Usagipegusus: I think the plotline is very unique!
Kathira: WOW, thanks for your comments on my writing style. I didn't think my characterisations were that good. I believe it is important for Minas Tirith to have some knowledge on the War of the Jewels. After all Aragorn is descended from those from the First Age, he should know a lot about that time! Merry, to me, is the brightest of the hobbits. I plan – hopefully- to make him a rather important character in the chapters to come. Thanks for the review!
Grumpy: Sam really only wishes for a quiet life with his family. With 13 kids he's already on another adventure! He's afraid of dying in battle without saying goodbye to his loved ones. Thanks for the review!
Silvertoekee: I tried to make the reunion sound really sad and comforting. You will see throughout the story the bond the hobbits have created and how far they are willing to go for each other. Have no fear; the Fellowship will properly reunite in Chapter 4!
Beling: I always think it's sad that the Fellowship don't remain together at the end of LOTR. Tolkien's world is so big that it is such a delight to play in it. There's so many places that you can visit and many characters that you can create yourself.
Lifeblood Immortal: Thanks for the comments! I myself am always looking for fics after ROTK. I find Morgoth a very interesting and complicated character to write. Updates are every Saturday.
Next update is next Saturday! Namárië!