What if Aragorn was not an only child? Would the story be different? Would it affect other characters? I started thinking of many different questions and answers, and it turned into this story, which I simply named Fantasy for lack of a better title.

I hope you enjoy it, and don't take it too seriously. It is just a story after all, and I tried my best. And review however the hell ya want : ) I'll take the good with the bad.

Also I went on a pretty long hiatus, so sorry to all my old readers/ reviewers. I hope you'll still read this. Also I hope to get some new readers too : )

Lord Elrond had just received terrible news. Arathorn and Gilraen had been killed, leaving two children orphaned. Lord Elrond was relieved though to hear that their children were safe and unharmed. They were currently on their way to Rivendell now for protection. One child was two years old, and the other a baby whom was just recently born. But Elrond knew the two children would be safer apart, for they would constantly be hunted by Suaron's spies. If one was found out, at least the other would still be safe and hidden. Elrond was going to take in the older son as his own, while the younger daughter was to be sent to Lothlorien. Elrond had talked this over with many, and they all came to an agreement, the children were to be split up. Elrond was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard loud noises outside.

Elrond went to greet the two Elvin riders, which were his two sons. Each one carrying one of the children. The children were passed out, exhausted, and Elrond was thankful for it. Elrond took the young sleeping boy into his arms and gave his sons new instructions.

"Ride to Lothlorien, the Lady Galadriel is expecting the young one. Do not tell anyone of this my sons, I am giving you this task because I trust you with such important information. I will be taking young Aragorn as my own, you must never tell him of his past nor of his sister. He shall receive the new name of Elessar. Galadriel may name the young girl what she wishes. Now ride swiftly, and ride hard. She must get there quickly and safely."

Lord Elrond watched his two sons ride off into the distance. He kept telling himself there was no other choice. They must be separated, it had to be done. So far the only people truly aware were himself, Galadriel and Celeborn, his two sons and few others. Not many people were able, or trusted to know. Two lives were at stake, it had to be kept quiet of their whereabouts.

Elrond looked down at the young child in his arms. Elessar, future heir to Gondor, he looked so innocent. His dark brown hair slightly dirty and tangled, dirt smears on his face and tear stains on his cheeks. Elrond walked back into his chambers, he hoped they were doing the right thing.

Alona was on her black horse, Glory, riding towards Rivendell. She had just found out the truth, that she was not really an Elf. In her mind she had always known it, she did not belong. It was also very apparent in just how she looked. The Lothlorien Elves all shared a common appearance, light blond hair, and bright blue eyes. Alona thought herself a fool for ever believing she belonged there. She was going to speak with Arwen, whom she had met in Lothlorien when she was growing up. Arwen was a close friend and also the grand daughter of Lady Galadriel, whom had raised Alona until now.

Alona had left Lorien without much of a plan whatsoever. As soon as she had found out she ran to Glory and took off. She now regretted it for she did not know exactly which way to travel for she never left the Woods of Lothlorien unless it were to visit Rivendell which was all when she was very young. Alona was of course fortunate and was still very wise of the land and made the decision to take the way of the Gap of Rohan as a route to get to Rivendell. It was getting rather dark and she wanted to get to Rivendell before nightfall. She had passed Isengard long ago, and she was getting close.

Alona was so deep in her thoughts she didn't notice a Black Rider getting closer to her until she heard an ear-piercing screech. She turned and saw the rider cloaked in black closing in on her. She couldn't bare the shrieks of the rider, so she urged Glory to gallop faster. She was only keeping a little ahead of it and knew if she could just reach the river she would be safe. Unfortunately Glory was tiring, and fast. They had been riding days already. The rider got in front of her and Glory quickly halted, throwing her off.

Alona sat up and quickly pulled out her sword, she would not go out without a fight. Her sword clashed with the Black Rider and she began to parry with it. It slashed at her, just missing her left arm. As she was about to strike the Rider stepped forward to grab her by the throat. She moved quickly and instead suffered from three deep gashes along her left cheek down toward her neck. She screamed, grabbing her face in pain. The Rider moved in closer to finisher her off as she stumbled back, but she pulled out one her two daggers and threw it at the Rider and it staggered back. It quickly recovered and came at her again, and she deflected blow after blow. But after a while Alona began to tire and she was losing a lot of blood. She could not keep up this pace much longer, and the Rider was very skilled and eventually over took her. The Rider took up it's sword and was about to cut off her head when she quickly blocked with her sword, causing it to fall to the ground. The Rider then hit her with the hilt of it's sword in the head and knocked her out. All she remembered was a man jumping in front of her with a torch in hand, then she passed out.