Mistaken Identity:
Formidable Foes
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Lord of the Rings. I do not claim to own anything.I am only a fan, and simply work with the scraps from a master's table.
Author's note- This takes place before the Fellowship of the Ring, even before the Hobbit. As of now, the exact time is unknown even to me, but hopefully I will be able to add that small fact to this story before too long. I also would like a beta to help me check for errors and inconsistancies. If you would like the job, e-mail me! Hope you like this...reviews are welcome as this is my first ever posted story! Now, enough of me. On with the story!
Chapter one
A soft wind blew through the trees, rustling the leaves as it carried on it the echoes of a bird's song. Sunlight filtered through the canopy of intertwined branches high above, dappling the leaf-littered ground below.
The Nimrodel cut a rippling swath through the emerald grass of the meadow, laughing and gurgling on its way to the Anduin. Several figures sat lazily in the shade, enjoying a respite from their almost-constant battle with the orcs that ran rampant throughout the eastern half of Middle Earth.
"Come, Mithrandir," the young Man said, trying to coax the old, grey Wizard.
"I think not, Aragorn," Gandalf replied in his gravelly voice.
"You should listen to Mithrandir, young brother," Elladan said reproachfully to the Man. Aragorn stared at his adopted older brother with a level, cool grey stare.
"Aye, brother," Elrohir, Elladan's twin, piped up. "Mithrandir is right- he cannot cast a spell that would send you to the other side of Lórien. It would weaken him too much, and we cannot let him risk that." The dark-haired, grey-eyed sons of Elrond shared a grin as Gandalf let out a strangled snort, a smile hidden under his long, tangled beard.
"You would do well not to patronize a Wizard, lads," he warned gravely. Then he sighed. "Very well, Aragorn. I will send you to the other edge of Lórien."
Aragorn shot a wide grin over at Legolas, who sat leaning against a large mallorn a few feet away.
The Prince of Mirkwood smiled at his young friend, completely relaxed in the peaceful afternoon. He closed his bright blue eyes, listening to Mithrandir's muttered spell with half a pointed ear. Suddenly he tensed, keen hearing focused on a sound several yards away. With a cry, the prince leapt to his feet, eyes flying open as his hands went for his longbow and an arrow.
Mithrandir jerked around in mid-conjure with a shout. "Legolas!"
As the Prince whirled around and released an arrow, a light shimmered throughout the meadow, then a blinding burst followed. When sight had returned to the men, Elrohir and Elladan let out a cry as one, Aragorn's shout mingling with their voices. "Legolas!"
The Elf Prince had vanished, in his place a single green-fletched arrow, head-down in the earth.
"Ai, Elbereth!" Gandalf gasped in a strangled whisper. "What have I done?"
Aha! A cliff hanger! Don't worry, this will most likely happen to every chapter...lol. The second chapter will be posted soon! Stay tuned!