Aragorn frowned at his shadow. Nothing seemed to go his way. He knew he had been walking for a long time, but he could not tell what time it was. He had promised Elladan that if he was not in Rivendell by the eleventh hour of the sun (which we now call four-o-clock) then Elladan should begin the mission alone and never expect to see Aragorn again. Do I have time to stop and rest for a little while? He thought. Based on recent luck, No. Nothing had gone right for a long time.
The first thing to happen was the sudden arrival of an army of creatures in Ithillien. They where spotted unfortunately by a group of fierce teenagers who had been hunting there, fortunately the teenagers were unhurt. But they didn't recognize just what these monsters were; but Aragorn feared that these creatures were something that had not been seen for the last eighteen years, since the War of the Ring, something called Orcs. About the same time Arwen had been preparing to visit her grandfather, Celeborn who still dwelt in Lorien even though Galadriel had left several years back, sixteen to be exact. Arwen had thought about not going so that she could help with the search for these things (not because of her own safety Aragorn had noticed bitterly) but had decided to go in the end (much from Aragorn's desire for her to go on this trip, which he later regretted terribly). Three days after she rode away he got the word from a man from the near village in Stonewaln Valley that Arwen, his wife was seen being attacked by what the elders had called yrch in the elvish tongue or orcs in Common Speech. They had tried to rescue her but it was to late; by the time the people of the village could get out there in any strength, the battle was over and the Queen of Gondor was missing. They could not find her body making them believe that she was not dead but captured (which in Aragorn's mind made perfect sense. After all, it was hard to think something better for offering in return for alliance. Especially when they wander right into their hands).
Since that day, which was three weeks ago, nobody had seen Aragorn. In truth, nobody knew that he was no longer in Gondor, let alone that Arwen was supposedly captured and Aragorn was out looking for her.
Elladan will start the journey without me if I don't hurry. Aragorn thought. So he set out once again.
The last thing he wanted to hear was shouting, much less orcs shouting, but of course like always these days shouting was exactly what he heard.
Oh great he thought sarcastically just what I wanted. It appeared that Eru heard him and decided to just make it worse. There came a loud scream of pain through the air. To add to that, it was a female voice crying out.