AN: Hey people! This is my first LOTR/SM so don't kill me if you hate this fic. *coughs* Anyway, please read and review, flames are most likely welcomed.

Warning: Spoilers for the second book of LOTR!!! (Also I'm very hyperactived today ate a lot of sweets so pls bear with the strange and craziness that you'll might find in the prologue.)

Disclaimer: I don't own LOTR and SM, I'm merely borrowing their characters that are mentioned.

The Heir of The Golden Hall

Prologue: My name is..

I looked up from the hard forest ground I was inspecting as I heard a familiar cry and saw the faraway figure of an eagle flying straight towards me, going up and down as if imitating a slope line. It was Swift, a beautiful male eagle who is one of my traveling companions and beloved friend.

A deep frowned crossed my facial features. I had been training Swift since I was just a child to do specific stunts/signals to know that the wave-like signal usually meant danger, not that I'm surprised of course. The forest of Fangorn can be pretty dangerous, especially if one doesn't know his or her way around the gloomy forest.

I raised my hand and whistled twice to show that I saw his signal. Swift then made a sharp turn and began to fly the other way, leading me to where the danger is. Quickly, I got on Demon Star's bare back and nudged my knees softly at her sides. The midnight black colored mare obeyed and, giving a soft neigh, started to gallop.

I gripped Demon Star's neck gently but firm as we followed Swift (Lady only knows why I prefer to ride elf-like), jumping easily over small boulders, short trunks that was each once attached to a vast tree and other kinds of objects that stood in the way.

After a while, Swift flapped his wings more slowly as he opened his sharp talons and gripped them on one of the lower branches of a large tree. I led Demon Star to the ground besides Swift and dismounted to the grassy forest floor.

"Is this where you saw it?" I asked, turning to face Swift.

Swift turned his beak, golden and curved, at the path in front of me.

I turned to look at the path that Swift indicated, my eyes narrowing into stilts before I glanced again at Swift.

"Spied any Orcs there?"

Swift shooked his white head negatively.

I see…you stay here with Demon Star then. I'll go alone," I ordered, my voice soft so that no one else who was near would hear me.

Demon Star pounded a silver-grey colored hoof on the ground in protest, her crimson eyes blazing in obvious worry.

No need to be so worried Demon Star," I said. "But you might get spotted if you come along with me and that'll blow our cover. You need to stay here with Swift and keep watch. See if anything or anyone is coming this way."

Noticing Swift's nod of agreement, Demon Star gave a neigh-snort before she finally agreed.

My lips twisted into a smile before a serious frown replaced it. With my dagger clutched firmly in my hand, I slowly began to walk forward, careful not to make any sort of noise.

Later on, as I crouched behind the low branches of the trees blooming with wild flowers and thick leaves, I heard a low, menacing growl not far from me. On pure instinct, I dropped to the floor on my stomach, hiding myself behind the tall grass of the forest, dagger in hand.

That's when I saw it, a large huge creature that looked like a cross between a troll and a roc. It had ugly green-brown skin that reminded me of swamp slime and gleaming dark eyes. Its dirty yellow fangs bared a red tint of substance which I feared was blood. Its mail was black and it helm had no drawing in it but on its large hands was a wooden bow, already equipped with a wooden, black feathered arrow, ready to shoot it at something in the front.

Or someone I thought as I look ahead of the troll-orc. Just barely in view was the bent back of an old man wrapped in grey clothing, one hand on his walking stick, the other on his lap.

I saw the creature bending its bow further, aiming the weapon at one side of the old man's back where the heart is located at the front.

Wasting no time, I flung my dagger at the troll-orc with deadly accuracy. The troll-orc screeched in agony as the small dagger hit at the back of its short neck. Reaching an arm up, the creature gripped its hand on the hilt of the dagger and pulled. Green blood oozed out of its wound and on the blade, dripping down into the ground.

The creature turned around and saw me (I was standing at the time I flung the dagger). It hurled out a terrifying cry of rage and draw out its club, clearly forgetting its previous target(s). No more than a minute of that that one of the figures behind it sprang up behind the creature and drew out his sword, and with one slash, killed the creature instantly. The troll-orc fell down to the forest floor, its mouth open, revealing its fangs, with my dagger still clutched in its large hands.

My eyes widen with wonderment and yet I couldn't help but admire the stranger's sword skills.

"Who are you?" asked one of the strange men..I mean dwarf, now that I had a closer look at them. The dwarf was wearing clothes that closely resembled that of the elves, as are the rest of them, except the old, hooded man that is.

"Come now Gimli," said the old man when I didn't reply (I was speechless at the time), glancing at the dwarf. "That's not the way to threat someone who'd just saved our lives."

The old man turned to face me. "I am the one known as Gandalf," he said.

My eyes flashed for a moment as I heard the name. It sounds familiar yet I can't remember why or how.

"I am Legolas of Mirkwood," said one of the two tall strangers. He had long blonde hair and sky blue eyes…pretty cute for an elf.

"I am Aragorn, from Gondor," said the other tall stranger. He had long dark hair and warm grey eyes…very cute I might add, giggling inwardly. I could tell that he belongs to the Race of Men even though his clothes were that of an elf.

I gave them a warm smile, showing that I was listening to their introduction, before I bend down to the floor to withdrew my dagger from the creature's large hand. Green blood covered most of the dagger's blade. My smile twisted into a disgusted scowl as I took a piece of cloth from my pocket and wiped the blood off. It wasn't the fact that the cloth I was using is already filthy with green and black blood but that the blood on the blade was still very wet.

'Not to mention slimey,' I added as I wiped the last blood off and stuffed the now slimy cloth in my pocket, not before neatly folding it that is. I may be a warrior but that doesn't mean I don't have to be neat, tidy and clean(when I'm not fighting that is).

Satisfied with my work, I held the dagger up in the light, admiring it with pride. Its kind of silly, even though I've had the dagger for a long time, I'm still amazed by its beauty, being made of the finest materials there ever was. The blade was made of pure silver-white crystal that reflects the seven colors of the rainbow when the light hits it. It's also the sharpest and roughest of all crystals, even the hardest diamond looked blunt and rusted compared to it. The hilt, on the other hand, was made of the shiniest of gold and on its center is the small figure of an eagle, expertly craved from a black diamond gem. At its left is a craved figure of the moon from an emerald gem and on the right is that of a sun craved from a ruby gem.

I smiled as I rolled the dagger around my hand, careful not to cut myself, my smile widening. Eagle Light (as I had affectionly called it) was given to me by my father's mother, I don't know why though. I'm not the eldest of my siblings and not the youngest either. When I told that fact to my grandmother, she just laughed softly and told me not to worry. That I will know why Eagle Light was given to me when the right time comes. In the mean time, she told me, I should train and work harder to become a better fighter and sword wielder, not that my father approves of course.

A sudden cough snapped me back to reality and I looked up at them. Obviously they'd been waiting for quite sometime for me to break out of my trip across memory lane.

"What?" I asked.

"May we know your name?" asked Legolas.

I smirked mysteriously, but inside I was relieved.

'So they don't know me. That's good. That means that they're not part of HIS army nor HIS spies.' I thought ruefully, not wanting to think much about HIM. But that doesn't mean that I shouldn't be so trusting at them. I was also trained and learned at a young age not to give too much information to my enemies, if very I got caught which isn't going to happen for a long time mind you. Strangers are also included on the enemies' list but they seemed nice so I decided to give them my fighting name instead.

"No you may not know my real name 'till I know that you are to be trusted but you may call me by my other name." I told them.

I paused for a while before I said the name that I've been using since the day I decided to become a warrior.

"My name is Shadow,"

AN: Like it? Hate it? Well its my first LOTR/SM fic so it maybe a bit…er..crooked. I'll post it down if you guys hate it. Anyway, pls. Review this fic, flames are accepted.

Note: Since almost all of the LOTR/SM fics I saw are based from the first book (or from the movie, they're the same anyways!!), this is an original fic since this one is based on the second book (The Two Towers). The plot belongs to me and only me but I'm willing to let other authors use it BUT they'll have to ask for my permission first!!!! If you didn't and used the plot, then I'll send Heero and Sauron on you!! (Told you I was hyperactived… -_-)