Good Eye Sniper
Summary: A boy sets out to avenge his family. A prince becomes the target of an unknown assassin. Both must learn to trust one another in order to save a family, two kingdoms, and an entire race of people. In a place where all is not as it seems; enemies become friends and friends become enemies in a battle of swords and court intrigue that may well determine the fate of Middle Earth.
A/N: First off I need to give some credit to this title of this story. This title came from the lyrics of a song called Favor House Atlantic by Coheed and Cambria. I actually came up with the story plot of this story when listening to the song. I hope you enjoy and I look foreword to your comments.
For the fans of Slave to Hope be assured I'm still working on the story and hope to update soon.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters used within this fanfiction. All are products of J.R.R. Tolkien.
Rating: Pg-13. Violent situations. No sexual situations or violent language.
Background Info: This story is an alternate universe story. I cannot promise that my facts go along perfectly with book cannon and I'm sure I've made some mistakes on some of these minor details so please forgive me and feel free to let me know in reviews if you want. I'd be happy for the corrections.
Good eye, sniper
Here I'll shoot,
you run
The words you scribbled on the walls
With the loss of
friends you didn't have
I'll call you when the time is right
Are
you in or are you out?
For them all to know the end of us all
(Coheed and Cambria)
Chapter One: No Time For Tears
He squinted his eyes, trying to make out the white blur, in the distance. He cursed under his breath, wishing he could get closer, but he didn't dare, for fear of being detected.
He edged farther down the branch, wrapping his legs tightly around the base of the tree. He had no wish to fall from this height, it would no doubt do more than break a few bones.
With trembling hands he carefully aimed his bow and arrow. He would most likely get only one shot at this, so he had to make it count.
He calmed himself, forcing patience. Just a few moments more and he would have his vengeance.
If he could just get these blasted hands to stop shaking.
What was he so scared of? It no longer mattered if he was caught, if he was killed.
He had nothing left to live for.
So why did his heart beat so loudly in his ears? Why was his breath so ragged? His palms sweated making the grip on his bow slick, further wavering his aim.
For a brief moment his conscience flared, and he nearly gave up the endeavor. It felt wrong. He had never killed before. He'd never even shot at anyone before. Perhaps this was the wrong way to go about it. Perhaps there was another way.
But no, there was no other way. He had to do this, for his honor, for his family.
Burning tears stuck at his eyes, but he wiped them quickly away. Now was not the time for tears. There had already been tears enough. Now was the time for action.
With newfound resolution he steadied his bow and arrow.
A glint of light reflected off his target. A circlet of gold…. A crown. Such an easy give away. It was amazing that no one had tried this before. He couldn't help but noting with a grim amusement that only seemed to increase the fluttering unease in his stomach.
He cautiously aligned his arrow, trying to picture where the creature's heart was housed in that white glowing blob, too far beyond human sight to see clearly. .
He thought of his family, taken down in cold blood. They had done no evil to deserve such a fate.
And his resolve was set.
He could not let the foul murderer before him wander free any longer. Perhaps it was cost him his life, perhaps even his very soul, but it was a price he would gladly pay. Be this cold-hearted monster king or commoner he would end this, and he would end it now!
He pushed all other thoughts from his mind, completely focused on the task at hand, just like he had been taught. No distractions would keep him from his prey.
"For you my family." He whispered out into the air. He took a deep shuddering breath and released his grip.