Author's note: I'm sorry if the beginning of the fan fic seems a little Mary-Sueish, first chapters normally are. Remember, this is just an intro. Elvish is in italics. I don't plan on using any long dialouge in Elvish so I won't put translations, unless someone asks me to.

Chapter 1: Journey

Vanya Arnatuilë was an insignificant Elf from Mirkwood. She had the typical appearance of all Elves, and she helped where ever she was needed. Right now she was serving at a meeting of the King and some of his officers.

"My son, the Prince of Mirkwood, is on his way to fight alone amongst a small number of humans. They cannot survive without our help," the King said. "I think it wise to send at least a few soldiers. Elrond in asking for any to fight."

"My Lord, I think not. Your son is a sensible elf and knows how to hadle battle better than any of us. He will be fine. Lord Elrond is sending soldiers. He is not alone. I simply think that it is wiser that we don't send any," the Kings highest commanding officer suggested.

Vanya missed the last part of the meeting, for she was called away to serve elsewhere. After her duties were over she went for dinner.

On her way back to her room she stopped to listen. Her friend, Lúthien, came out of the shadows.

"Vanya, I need your help," She said briskly. "You know about the fellowship, right?"

"Of course, who doesn't," Vanya said looking around to see if anyone was around.

"I have foreseen something, something bad," Lúthien said.

"Lúthien, you never told me that you had that gift," Vanya said shocked.

"It is not very stong, I only know little things. They just come to me sometimes, but that is not the point. The fellowship is in great danger," Lúthien said.

"Why are you telling me this. I'm just a helper," Vanya said.

"Exactly, I need your help. They don't know what Saruman's army carries with them. They have weapons that I have never seen before. They need help. Or at least warned."

"What makes you think that anyone is going to believe me. Besides, I'm sure that they can handle it. They are strong, no matter how few they are."

"No, they need a warning at least. This weapon is great. It broke the strong wall of the keep."

"But that is not possible," Vanya said. "Besides, even if I do warn them, what are they going to do about it? Besides even if I do go. I can't stop the fight, so I will end up in the middle of it"

"Vanya, please. You can fight better than me, plus, noone will notice you leave," Lúthien pleaded.

"Thank you for pointing that out. But that still brings me back to the fact that even if they are warned, they can't do anything about it," Vanya said.

"Then do it for me. It will make me feel much better if you go," she said. When Vanya finally gave in they went to pack her things.

"I took this lembas from the kitchen, Silme is waiting for you by the stream," Lúthien said refering to Vanya's horse. Vanya took her small pack and on her way to the stream she passed by the armory and collected a bow, quiver, and arrows.

When she found Silme, Lúthien was waiting for her. "I hope you don't mind doing this for me," she said. There was no turning back now. "When you reach them, I suggest you stay with them. Keep an eye out for me, please. They need more than one pair of elf eyes and ears, even if they are Legolas's."

"I will. Don't worry, Lúthien, I'll help them as much as I can," Vanya said mounting Silme. "Namárië."

"Namárië," Lúthien said stepping back.

"Silme, noro lim," Vanya said. Then Silme neighed and took off at a gallop. Vanya rode through the night, but rode quietly during the day. She reached Helm's Deep after several days.

As she rode out the last hill late one night, she stopped dead in her tracks at the sight that lay ahead of her. Thousands of Uruk Hai with torches were marching against Helm's Deep. All of a sudden there was a large boom and Vanya saw the wall fall to pieces.

Suddenly it dawned on her, she was too late.

Please review, and tell me if you like the story so far. I greatly appreciate constructive critiscims, but please, if you have complaints, don't flame, I understand simple complaints, without being shouted at. Thank you.