Beyond Borders
First, I'd like to mention the changed geography and races. Fist off are the Wild Elves, living in Mirkwood, the Elleselsian Elves. They are still Elves but untamed and have their own language. Now is when you crack out a map of Middle Earth to follow along. The Shire will be staying the same as will Moria. Rivendell now stretches from its original area, along the Hoarwell, Loudwater and Greyflood rivers and across the river Isen, following the mountains up. Lothlorien includes the original area, Fangorn, and all of the old Rohan. Gondor has its old territory with South Gondor and Mordor. Mirkwood stays as is and the rest of the plains belong to the Rohirrim guards of the east, as they will be called. That about sums it up so I hope you had a map from your book out because if you didn't that will be way too hard to follow in your mind, trust me, I tried! I had to write it in my book else I forget! Lol, such a scatterbrain I know! This is total A.U. and I take no credit for any of the characters, but I own their personalities as they are severely warped. I'm also glad to say I own any name not mentioned in the Lord of the Rings books. For my purposes, I used a primitive language me and some people made up in grade 3 and enhanced it. I'll have translations beside the sentence, so don't worry about it, you'll know what they're saying. I created my own slight race: wild Elves. The concept intrigued me. This will be a long story, and very slashy in future chapters. This is about the farthest thing from a PWP that you'll find. It will be a few chapters (I'm thinking 3 at least) until there is my main relationship with Aragorn and Legolas, so bear with me please, but do not fear, there will be some action earlier on, but not with A/L/, sorry. If you want to put this on a site or whatever, please contact me, but under few circumstances will I allow anyone to use my language in their fics. It's not ego or anything like that, but me and my friends worked very hard on it, and it wouldn't be fair, to them or me if I let our originality be taken for someone else. If you send me an e-mail asking permission to use it, and a rough draft of your story, I might, but it's strictly for the reasons of my friends, I swear, don't kill me! ducks thrown objects Please don't flame me for anything. I think I pretty much covered it all in this ridiculous paragraph, but it had to be done. Thanks for taking the time to read this and if you just scrolled down, CHEATER! Lol, just kidding.
Summary: Gondor rules over all of Middle Earth save for one large forest in the North-Western area, Mirkwood. As he tried to unravel its mysteries he comes across a strange discovery, about himself and the world around him. What happens when he meets the Commander of the Elleselsian army? Read and find out. A/L and many other pairings.
Aragorn sat himself in the large gold throne at the head of his council room. "Welcome, please sit." He motioned for the numerous Lords and Ladies to be seated and folded his hands in his lap. "We have met here many a-time, under more joyous times I am sure. But it has come to my attention that the inhabitants of Mirkwood have been… rebelling against our empire. I understand some of your land has come under attack, but I assure you, I am doing all I am able to solve this issue. If you would Lady Eowyn?" he motioned to a young lady to his right. She stood gracefully, her long blonde hair flowing down her back, the dark green velvet dress she wore hiding most skin on her arms, stomach, chest and neck… very proper for a Lordly meeting.
"Thank you my Lord," she said, her voice harsh but still pleasing to listen to, like that of a beloved commander. "The Elleselsian Elves have moved their borders into the plains of Rohirrim territory. Scouts have reported as many as twenty new settlements along our outmost borders. We have set a small command just beyond their farthest centers. Although few skirmishes have occurred, we fear this may result in a battle from our plains. We ask for your support in this matter, and if our empire is to stand firm, we would request each land send fifty good men to our service." She finished with a stare around the table and sat in her seat again. Aragorn nodded and smiled at her courageousness to demand such a force from his nations. Suddenly, a young man of Lothlorien stood, slamming his fist on the oak table, his blonde hair billowing about his pointed ears.
"How can you ask for such a battalion when our borders rest on the western side of Mirkwood? Do you not realize the danger you put us in whore?" he spat. Eowyn stood quickly and spat out a curse, waving her hands for emphasis.
"QUIET!" Aragorn bellowed and immediately the hall settled down. "I will not have this childish behavior in my court." He paused and took a deep breath. "I worked tirelessly to unite our lands into the empire it now is. I will not have a petty fight ruin our peaceful resolve. My lady," he said, "I see fit for twenty-five men from each province sent to your service shall be enough." Eowyn nodded and settled herself in her seat. "Now, Haldir. I had hoped you of all present would show some courtly manners towards the women present. Although your comment was obscene, I will be willing to pass it by if you are willing to send the Lady and her province the requested force."
"Aye, my King. I am sorry for my mouth. I meant no disrespect." The Elf sat down, glowering.
"So it shall be. I will be expecting twenty-five good fighting men in the Rohan plains by the end of the month. If any province fails to do so, I am sure they may find all trade routes closed from their lands. Thank you, my Lords, Ladies. You may leave now." The council stood save for one young Elf, the daughter of Lord Elrond of Rivendell.
"My King," she said, her voice drifting like the soft tinkling of bells on the morning breeze. "I have been wishing to speak with you about the advancements of the Elleselsian. The Lady Eowyn has brought me three documents scrounged from the wreckage of a settlement. I was able to translate most of the text and I think you may find it of interest." Aragorn nodded his consent and the girl pulled three sheets of parchment from behind her. "While I was reading, I noticed the mention of a name, consistent in each document but with a slight difference on each. Here," she showed him the first paper, delicate scrawl of a queen was etched onto the soft material. Pointing to a line, she read, "Let it be known to all that Legolasion shall be Commander-General of all my force. The Lord has shown this land more power and freedom than any royal has in all the years of my people. So shall it be known throughout my land that Legolasion shall no longer be the son of Margarsion, but of the Elleselsian… and I cannot decipher the rest." Aragorn nodded, not seeing anything unusual.
"I am please with your skill Lady Arwen, but I see little value in this." Arwen pulled out the second parchment and pointed to a line.
"Her royal highness has made it clear to us all that Legolasika shall be the Commander-General. It frightens me. Although Legolasika is a respectable man and a weathered commander, I fear his blood-lust shall lead my husband to ruin." Arwen read the name at the top of the scroll. "It was written by a young farmer's wife." Aragorn gave her a puzzled look. Pulling out the last scroll, she pointed out the name, "Commander-General Kiedashka. He must have been the General before this man. Here, I will read it to you. 'Selfless and powerful, although my time is over I am sure Legolasitha shall make a fine Commander-General for her majesty's force. May the Valar help him on his quest.'" That was all? Aragorn sat back and raised an eyebrow. "This would not have concerned me, my King, but look at these names. Each document is dated within a week of the other, all speaking of a new Commander-General. But, look at his name each time. Legolasion, Legolasika and Legolasitha… is it not odd that his name would be changed each time it is written? And their writing is more advanced than I had thought. But what interests me most, is that they address this… Legolas… differently by each station. It worries me to no end. If they have advanced their stations and language this far, how quickly may they progress their whole society?" Aragorn nodded and fell into complete concentration.
"We ride to the borders with the Rohirrim Guard on the morrow. Alert the Lord Haldir and your father, Lord Elrond. We shall need a good warrior and professor on this journey. You shall be attending also, my Lady. Do get some rest and find some traveling clothes. I expect you to be ready by sunrise. Good eve, my Lady." Aragorn kissed her hand lightly and stood, heading to his chambers for the evening.
A.N.: Some of you might recognize this story from aff.net. It's my brainchild and I was bored so I posted it here too! I hope that was okay. I tried at least. Please review, and I don't care if you're brutally honest, but please do not flame me. I wrote this without Elias just so I could really challenge myself. So please, tell me what you think. Even if you only rate it, but reviews are my life! PLEASE!!! Lol, thanks so much. Until the next chapter, ciao.