Chapter Two:
I know that the last chapter was short and I'm sorry about that.
Thanks to my reviewer. To answer your question this story takes place four years after the ring was destroyed.
Sorry it took so long to update, I haven't been on lately.
Oh yeah Italics are thoughts.
Any way, here's the story.
As the White City got closer to her, she began to ride faster. Her golden hair was flowing in the wind behind her. Lothirial was tall in height, but when she was riding she sat so low that she looked like a midget. If I get there before lunch I will be very pleased. Her horse was exhausted when the young girl finally reached the city.
"Halt!" one of the guards ordered her. "Please state your name and your business in Gondor."
She responded willingly not wanting to argue. "My name is Lothirial and my business is with the King. He has no news of my arrival as I did not alarm him. I am not an enemy I just wish to see my brother." Please let them buy my story.
"Why do you carry a sword if you are no enemy?"
"I come from the wild. Could you please let me in and stop searching my things?" She didn't like people going through her things. "I am very tired and hungry. All I wish is for a word from the king."
"Very well. STABLE BOY!"
A young boy covered in dirt came running over to the bossy guard.
"Yes sir?"
"Take this nice horse over to the stables. Put it by Lady Arwen's horse."
The boy made haste with Lothirial's stallion over to the stables.
"Do you need an escort over to the king's throne room?" The guard was now very kind sounding.
"No thank you. I can find my way." Lothirial was being very friendly and acted with grace on her way to Aragorn's throne room. I wonder if he will know me or if I will just be another peasant. No! Don't think like that. He will know you; you are his sister after all.
She approached the White Tree. It was in bloom now that there was a king on the throne. Aragorn was inside waiting for news of the horseman that was on the hill so early in the morning. Lothirial pulled her hood over her head. She didn't want to be recognized just yet.
Aragorn looked up as she entered. There were two small girls playing with wooden soldiers in the corner and an older girl reading beside them. Lothirial could only assume that these were some of his children.
At last Aragorn spoke after looking the stranger over. "Who are you? Do you bring news of the horseman on the hill?"
Disguising her voice she replied. "My lord, I am amazed that you didn't investigate yourself. As for my name you shall find out later. I come from the wild, traveling most of my life. The stranger on the hill you spoke of was a very old friend one you may have forgotten."
"Name, can you give me a name? Or have you not found that information yet Stranger of the Wild?" He was watching her like a hawk watches its prey. Lothirial decided to speed up the conversation.
She slowly approached him and said coolly, "I am the stranger on the hill, your long forgotten sister Lothirial."
So you like? I hope so. That wasn't easy to think of. Please continue R&R. lol
