The Return of the Ring

Hi all, I decided to write a fic with another girl on this site. Her names Crazymonkey. And everyone that reads this fic should really check out her stories. I promise, you won't be dissapointed. But anyways on with some info about this fic.

This is a LOTR fic as you might have guessed. Lol. This fic is set in the future. About 30 yrs give or take. And it centers on 8 characters, whom I might add are based on some friends of mine. And as you might have figured out, yes the evil one ring has returned. But there is a twist this time in getting rid of the ring for good. But I wont say too much here. If you want to know more you'll just have to read to find out.

Disclaimer: Neither I nor Crazzymonkey owns LOTR or it's characters. Although if I could I'd like to own a certain elf by the name of Legolas. And I'm sure Crazzymonkey would like to own Frodo. But we don't so oh well. /sighs/

Chapter 1

A hobbit girl sighed as she finished reading her book. It was a really good story, and it was all she had on information about what happened to her father. Her mother had been very vague on the details of what had happened. But she had found out all she needed to know by reading first her Uncle Bilbo's, then her father Frodo's account of 'the ring' and his quest to destroy it.

"Aya!" her mother called from the doorway of Bag End. They had inherited the cozy hobbit hole after her father had left for the Gray Havens so long ago.

Aya sighed and closed her little red book. 'Just when it was getting good too,' she thought to herself. She had read the book many times, but could never get tired of reading of their adventures. Although she was a bit curious of the strange elvish quote above the picture of the deadly ring.

Maybe she could ask her elf friend, Vana, about it, who was expected in the Shire any day now. Being an elf, of course she would be able to read it. It was also said that Vana was friends with the great king Aragorn. But Aya didn't know if that was really true or not.

"Aya, it's time for supper now; it's beginning to get cold!" her mother called from the doorway again.

"Yes, mother," Aya answered, clutching the book tightly under her arm and racing inside.

Aya sat across from her mother at the dinner table and slowly began to eat. She wanted to get back to her book, and she also had a few things planned which her mother knew nothing of. But she knew better then to rush from the table; last time she'd done that she had walked away with several lashings.

"Why must you always go off by yourself to read that dusty old book?" her mother asked, looking up from her piece of trout. "It's not healthy for a young lady of your age to spend so much of her time alone."

"But I sometimes visit with Elizabeth and Faramir," Aya replied in her defence. Elizabeth, Liz for short, was the daughter of Sam and Rosie. Faramir was Pippin's and Diamond's son. Merry also had a son, but neither of them have been seen in the Shire for a long time. Merry's wife, Estella, had died in the child birth, and they left a couple of years later when his son was still just a baby.

"Elizabeth is alright, but I'm not so sure about that Faramir boy. You do recall that time when he stole some of his father's pipe weed, don't you? Ended up running all over town in nothing but his knickers screaming some nonesense about being the 'King of Ferrets' and that 'Everyone should hail the powers of the almighty alvacado'," her mother replied frowning.

Aya sighed before standing up, her plate almost finished. "May I be excused Mother?"

"Fine, go ahead if you must. But I expect you to be up bright and early tommrow morning. A few relatives of ours are expected later in the morn" her mother explained waving her off before she could ask any questions. Aya just shrugged, grabbed her book and walked down the hallway and to the left to her room.

It was later that evening before Aya finally heard her mother began her final preprations for the night. She slowly crept to her door and peered out. 'Faramir's not that bad' she thought to herself. Ok so he had gotten a little carried away with the pipe weed, but so what everyone had their faults. And she had to admit, he did make a pretty funny sight carrying on like that.

Aya smiled as the light from her mothers room down the hall slowly dimmed then vanished alltogether. She shut her door as carefully as she could, being carefull not to let it squeek. Then she grabbed her cloak, wrapped it around her shoulders, and slowly lowered herself out of the window.

Aya crept slowly into the night, making her way to Liz's home. Faramir was meeting them there of course. All she knew was he had mentioned something about finding the most wonderful thing and wanted to share it with them. Something about some sort of ring.

"You can't catch me, Vana!" a young dwarf yelled playfully to his elvish companion. The elf named Vana smiled.

"Wanna bet?" she asked while running after him. They wove in and out of people and carts in a busy market in the White City. The dwarf had much smaller legs than Vana, then add the weight of his father's trusty axe; he was no match for the agile elf, and she quickly caught up to him. "We always go through this, Nori," Vana said. Nori was bent over, trying to catch his breath, but he smiled up at her nonetheless. "Racing just isn't your thing."

"That may be so," he said still panting, "But as my father use to say: 'We dwarves are natural sprinters, very dangerous just over very short distances'."

Vana laughed. "Well, come on, Speedy," the elf joked. "We still still have to visit Aragorn." She helped Nori up and gave him a pat on the back.

"What did he say he wanted to speak with us about?" he asked. Vana shrugged.

"Beats me. I was checking out the orc status near my dear Lorien when I decided to pay you a visit. Then I got the message from Aragorn about him wanting to meet with us here in Gondor."

People started running around in panic. Bells and alarms rang through the air, piercing the peaceful afternoon thoughts into just a memory. Horrified screams could now be heard. The two companions looked around them in confusion.

"Bah, humans. Always making a fuss over nothing," the dwarf retorted.

Black shapes were looming in the sky, dark shadows. The shadows gave a loud shrill cry, which made Vana sink to her knees holding her pointed ears in unbelievable pain.

"Wraiths!" she yelled trying to get her voice heard over the screams and the commotion. The dwarf looked at her numbly for a moment before her words finally sank in.

"But didn't they all die at the end of the War?" His father had been in the great War of the Ring and had told him many stories, some of these dark creatures.

The Wraiths screeched again, almost splitting Vana's head in two because of her elvish hearing. "That's it! Maybe that was what Aragorn wanted to speak with us about."

Nori helped her to her feet. "We must get to him! Come on!" He grabbed her hand and they started to push their way through the mass of panicked people.

They had found the King of Gondor in the courtyard of stone, which held the White Tree. He was surrounded by four Wraiths, cloaked in black, their faces were shadows. Behind the king was his daughter, Kalaya. Though she looked like her father, she had the beauty of her mother. Her mother's elvish blood flowed through her veins.

Aragorn fought trying to protect his daughter. A Wraith's sword flashed in the afternoon sunlight, and Strider cried out in agony. He fell to his knees, a sword protruding from his stomach. Kalaya screamed in horror and tried to get to her father's side, but she was weaponless and the Wraiths prevented her from doing so.

Vana's mind whirled in rage. Together, Nori and Vana pulled out their weapons. Nori's old battle axe whizzed through the air. Vana's curved short swords glittered. Another cry came from a Wraith in the sky, and the four that were in the courtyard fled, leaving the three alone with the dying king.

Kalaya ran forward to her father. She held him close to her and sobbed. Vana's hands failed her and went linp, sending her swords clattering to the stone ground. Aragorn's blood stained the white cobblestones of the courtyard. Nori and Vana knelt down next to him, examining his wounds.

Blood could be seen escaping his mouth. The sword was still in him, and Nori pulled it out as gently as he could, but causing the wound to flow even more.

"It's not over..." Strider said gasping for breath. Kalaya stroked his hair trying to confort him somewhat. "We thought it was. We thought that peace conquered and evil was no more, but we were wrong." He reached up and stroked his daughter's cheek. "Kalaya, go to Lothlorien. Your mother is there. Send her my undying love, my dearest duaghter. I love you both so much."

He turned to Vana and Nori, struggling to keep himself going. "You need to go to the Shire. Get the hobbits. The ring will have no chance against one with the Ringbearer's blood..."

Lavaangel: Well thats it for chapter 1. I hope you liked it. And don't mind the muffled sounds. Hehehe, that's only Legolas tied up and blindfolded. Ha! He's mine all mine. Mwahahaha! Er, anyways read and review please. That would make me and the tied up Legolas extremely happy. Ok, maybe just me. Lol. And me and my partner in crime Crazzymonkey who is in possescion of Frodo will try to get the next chapters up as soon as we can.

Crazzymonkey: Hey my fellow hobbitses! Hope you guys enjoyed the first chappy. It's been a blast working with Angel here and hopefully we'll be able to get the next few chapters out soon for you guys to have for your reading and/or obsessive fandomness pleasures. Lol. XD Reviews would totally make my day, and I'm pretty sure the same goes for Angel as well. (grins & waves) Laters, guys!

Crazzymonkey: Hey my fellow hobbitses! Hope you guys enjoyed the first chappy. It's been a blast working with Angel here and hopefully we'll be able to get the next few chapters out soon for you guys to have for your reading and/or obsessive fandomness pleasures. Lol. XD Reviews would totally make my day, and I'm pretty sure the same goes for Angel as well. (grins & waves) Laters, guys!

Rocky