Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings or any of the characters of the movie or the book.
Summary: Death, how will his wife,children, or even his brothers take it? More importantly, how will his best friend in the whole world, take it?
A/n- This is my fourth Lord of the Rings story on line. I was reading the appendix in the back of the third book, when I stumbled upon a bit of information that would do a good fic. I hope that you guys enjoy. All reviews appreciated all flames are used on the camp fire to maks Smores! YUMM!
Time Setting- The story takes place in the year of 1541, in the month ending of the month of February and the beginning of the month of March.
Warnings: DEATH! Main Character deaths.
Languages: Elvish but not too much.
Now without further adue here's the first chapter!
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Chapter 1: The letters...,
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Aragorn walked up to his room. He was getting old in his years and it pained him to think about..., death. He knew his time was of passing into the halls of Mandos were coming soon, he only hoped that he had taught his son, Eldarion well. He sat down and began to write a letter to his brothers, Elladan and Elrohir, well they always were like brothers to him anyway, then he wrote the hardest letter he ever had to write, to his friend, Prince Legolas Greenleaf, the young Thranduilion of Mirkwood.
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"Exscuse me her-nin, but a letter has come for you...," A servant in the house hold of the Prince Legolas told his master, "..., it is from The King Aragorn of Gondor, they say that it is urgent." Legolas shot a worried look at the servant then opened the letter, he read it then read it again, a few words stuck out on the page, and Legolas could not believe what he was reading...,
"Dear Prince Legolas of Mirkwood,"
"Legolas, Mellon-nin, It grieves me to write this to you. I am sorry if this letter brings you much dread. I fell as if I am passing soon...,"
"..., I was hoping that you would come befor my time of passing into the halls of Mandos...,"
"Please, do not grieve for me. I do not wish for you to. I am asking you this from my heart, Please...,"
"Your Friend,
Aragorn."
A tear streamed down the elf prince's cheek. "Make ready my horse, I must go talk to Ada." Legolas commanded. The servant nodded then departed to the stables with grief for his master, and for the King of Gondor.
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"I must Ada!" Legolas protested.
"I do not want you going, and getting harmed in some way. Seeing him like this can harm you!" Thranduil replied.
"Not seeing him will cause more pain! Do you not understand, Ada?" Legolas asked through tears of grief.
"Aye, I understand ion-nin, but I shall go with thee." Thranduil replied while hugging his son.
Moments later, Thranduil and Legolas set off to Gondor, to see their dying friend...,
To be continued...
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A/n- Thanks for reading the first chapter of 'Forgotten Lives'. I hope that you liked it. Please review and continue to read. I know the chapter was short, but this story is not going to be long any way! THANKS!