I wrote this fic with my best friend a couple of years back for a high school thing which didn't work out. So I decided to post it here. It's basically about the Fellowship fighting an enemy a little close to home. This takes place after the War of The Ring, but all the Fellowship members are included (because we want to ;-)).
Warning: A character will be out of character, if you don't like that, don't read on.
Disclaimer: My friend and I do not own the characters and places and terms mentioned in the story because they belong to JRR Tolkien. So no suing allowed please.
Darkness has fallen and old fear aroused
The Dark Lord has been reborn and halts no more
By the power of the undead, he was awakened
Listen, I know you will hear –
Be prepared and do not fear
It was the beginning of the new age. A time of peace now lay upon Middle-earth. Ages hence, only in dreams, would the creatures of Middle-earth find the warmth of peacefulness. But darkness still remains.
After the fall of the Dark Tower and the passing of Sauron, the Shadow was lifted from the hearts of all who opposed him, but fear and despair fell upon his servants and allies. Wandering without any purpose, they scattered all over the land and created destruction as before. Travelling in groups, they were gone by day and appeared from their hiding places when night came.
Counsels were made among the Wise, conflicting whether darkness really had perished. None of them foretold that there might be new evil on the land. However, a matter of long tales troubled them, as the Wise knew of the greatness of Sauron's power. Words from the counsels came and said – for though Sauron had passed, the hatreds and evils that he bred had not.
Days came and went as battles were fought everywhere, from north to south and east to west. Walls were built to protect their people from the uninvited and armies were sent to guard certain places.
In the last battle between the elves of Mirkwood – the land of elves in the northern kingdom – and the orcs, many were slain. Even mighty King Thranduil, the King of the Elves of Northern Mirkwood fell in the battle, slain by the vicious orcs. Arrows pierced his heart and tore away every ounce of life in him, as he lay on the ground breathing his last breath.
Yet the elves fought hard and after a time that seemed to last a lifetime, they finally won the battle. King Thranduil was buried after the elves had gained victory and the throne was passed to his one and only son, Legolas. An heir of King Thranduil, he was beloved by his people and songs were created to show their love for the prince.
To sun and day and dreams of night
Hues shine his path on road he walked
Hair like silk it shines upon twilight
Face so young o' it wins my heart
Hail for the king! Hail for the king!
Hail for the one we love so much!
Time passed and the creatures of Middle-earth settled down in the normality of their lives. Soil and dirt sprouted grasses, burnt houses were rebuilt, wounds healed and nature ran its course once more. Peace has come once again, but whether it will last only time will tell.
How's that for a start? After this we get to meet the characters. Hope you can review!