Before I begin, I want to thank everyone for the lovely reviews! Because of you guys, I am going to do more than my best to keep continuing this story :) Also, if any of you have any constructive criticism, I am open to those!
Aranyth has finally discovered who Dyn truly was, but that is not the only mystery that she is going to solve. She still has to discover what her connection with Valinor is and there is the Journal Arathorn found in Mordor that she kept. What is the Journal for? Where did it come from and why was it in Mordor? Who did it belong to...?
You will find out.

And also, very sorry for the late update. Had one heck of a time these past few weeks but I will do my best to update on time!

-Nescit Cedere-

I stood in shock at what Ada had just told me.

"Ada...You...had...a sister?" Why had I never known this? Ada turned his pain-filled eyes towards me and nodded. "Why did we not know of this?" I asked him.

"You could not know." he replied.

"Why not?"

"You cannot say one word of this to anyone, Aranyth. I should not have said anything." Ada stood and walked, albeit slowly, towards the window.

"Ada!" I became alarmed and rushed over to his side. "You should not be up! Erathina-"

"I need fresh air, little Ryn." Ada placed an arm around my shoulders to help himself balance as we walked over to the window, where he sat on the sill, staring up into the wakening sky. There was silence as I stood beside Ada. He was the first to break it. "Your aunt was a brave woman."

"What was she like?" I asked him, being careful not to press him too much, for I could tell it still pained him very greatly.

"Independent, willing, adventurous...but most of all, reckless. Many who met her would have thought of her as a very shy and mute woman, and she was. Except that she was not shy. She could not speak very much, for what reason, we knew not. She was a caring person who could never stand others being upset. It was what led her to befriend Erestor." Aragorn smiled softly. "As children, your aunt and I believed Erestor was an unhappy Elf. We constantly pestered him till he gave in and allowed for us to stay with him. After we became accustomed to one another, we were inseparable. Any chance we were given, Dyn and I were with Erestor. He taught us many things, with Glorfindel's aid. Glorfindel had been the first Elf Dyn and I were introduced to after Elladan and Elrohir rescued us from the Orcs. Our father, your grandfather, had been struck by an arrow through the eye and had died instantly, but not before pleading with your uncles to take us with them. Your grandmother was with us but had died not too long afterwards."

I tilted my head as he continued.

"My Grandmother died soon after. Dyn and I were taken by Glorfindel who waited for Lord Elrond, who had been visiting Lothlorien at the time, to return. When Lord Elrond returned, Dyn and I immediately felt drawn to him and Lord Elrond took us in as his foster children. Dyn and I were quite the trouble-makers, but often framed Elladan and Elrohir, who were just as confused as the others." Aragorn chuckled at the memories. "As we grew older, Dyn and I were introduced to Legolas and his family. That was when the real trouble began. Dyn was the strategist of the family but she was danger prone. Anywhere she went, she was met with trouble but she always broke out of it. She was determined. Strong-willed." Ada turned to face me, ruffling my hair. "You took after her in so many ways..."

"What happened?" I dared to ask.

"Dyn journeyed with the Fellowship and I to Mordor. Elladan, Elrohir, and Glorfindel met us along the way when the Battle for Helms Deep was fought. From there, we went on to the Dimholt. As soon as we had left, we were brought to Pelennor Fields. Dyn had foreseen Halbarad's death and had taken it upon herself to remain at his side throughout the battle. She had taken a lethal wound to the side but never spoke of it. I did not know..." Ada swallowed thickly. "Halbarad had known but Dyn had tricked him into believing I had seen to it. When we reached Mordor, we were surrounded by Orcs. There was no way we could escape. During the battle, I had been cornered by a large troll after my fight with Sauron. Elladan and Elrohir, as well as Legolas were too far away to aid me as the troll crushed me to the ground. Dyn, just as the troll raised its hammer...had shot an arrow in its eye, but the troll was not through. Out of anger and rage, the troll struck, bringing its hammer down to strike me...But Dyn put herself in its way..." Ada closed his eyes. "Her wounds were beyond my skill in healing. Halbarad reached her before I and we rode for Gondor with haste." He choked a little as he spoke, swallowing the sob that threatened to escape. "It was of no use. Once we arrived, I found out about her wound from the battle in Pelennor. She bled out and died within Lord Elrond's arms when he attempted to save her."

I was silent as I listened to Ada's tale, feeling a deep sorrow within my heart as I watched him struggle to hold back tears. Ada then turned and reached for the small package lying on the table beside his bed, puling out a necklace and bracelet. The necklace was a beautiful one and resembled the Evenstar but the jewel was twisted and curved into a remarkable Elvish design and was made out of small gems fused together. The bracelet resembled a wrist guard but it was smaller. It was made of mithril and appeared to be made the same as the necklace.

"These belonged to Dyn. She had foreseen you in one of her visions and wished for you to inherit these." I looked up at my Ada in surprise. "She never once left the house without wearing these and they saved her life on many occasions, how, I do not know. The necklace was a gift to her from the Lady Celebrian herself, who had asked Lord Elrond to save it for someone he felt would need it." he clasped the necklace around my neck and gently placed the bracelet into my hands. I marveled at how light it felt and slipped it on.

A perfect fit.

"Aranyth," I looked up at Ada. "Do be careful." I tilted my head in confusion but Ada said nothing.

-Nescit Cedere-

The wind sang as I rode atop Aradyn, my loyal steed. After Ada's tale, I had decided to take a small ride through the fields outside of Gondor. So much had happened these past few weeks and I still wondered about Aradorn. Where was he now? Why did he leave? Who was he? What was his connection with Ada? So many questions...so little answers. I shook my head and sighed, glancing up at the darkening sky.

"Another storm." I murmured. "We have been receiving a lot of rain lately, hm, Aradyn?" I asked my horse, who nodded in reply. I chuckled and messed with his long mane. "You know, I wonder about Aunt Dyn...I wish I could have met her. What was she like? Was she like Ada? Did you know she was his twin, like Estel and I?" I rhetorically asked my horse, who continued to lightly gallop about, enjoying his freedom to the fullest. "Ada said she was a brave woman and that I resembled her much. I wish I could have met her. Why was Ada so reluctant to speak about her, though?" I had noticed how my Ada had hesitated before telling me the tale, a strange look in his eyes. One that told me he was unsure as to whether it would be safe enough to let me know about my Aunt Dyn. He had stated earlier that he should not be telling me anything about Aunt Dyn, yet he did so. Then he warns me to be careful. What did he mean? Another vision, perhaps?"

I leaned forward as Aradyn galloped up a hill. "So many things. In two days we leave to bury Elrudyn." I felt grief overwhelm me but refused to cry. Elrudyn and I had been close, not as close as he and Aarya, but we had a brother and sisterly relationship. Losing Elrudyn made me feel as though I had been run over by an oliphaunt. Uncle Elladan was still recovering, as was everyone else. I continued to blame myself. How had I not noticed that Elrudyn was not with us? Had there been something I could have done to prevent his fate? If only I had done so. But I did not know. "Mordor...why did we not listen to Ada's warnings? If we had, Elrudyn would still have been with us...We would be causing havoc in the citadel, pranking the locals...So many things that will never be the same now that he is gone." I whispered. Aradyn whinnied and jerked his head lightly, craning his neck to look at me.

I reached into my pack and felt around for a book. Once I grasped one, I pulled it out to find it was the journal Arathorn had found during our time in Mordor. "I had completely forgotten about this!" I opened it up and to my surprise, there was writing inside! I blinked and looked again, shuffling through a few pages. Sure enough, there were writing on the first couple of pages.

'She stared in awe at the throne before her. This room was one of the most majestic throne rooms she had ever seen. Her brother knelt to the ground beside the throne, lifting the journal and calling her attention to it.' I blinked. Why did this sound so familiar? I skipped a paragraph. 'The cloaked figures were coming closer. She had no choice. With a cry, she flung herself at the creatures, lethally flinging her blade along with her in an attempt to protect her friend. There were only two but they were strong and she knew there was little she could do against them. Deciding it was best to act now rather than to wait for her friend to prepare her bow, she reached forward and grasped the creatures, taking them over the window sill and leaving them to plummet to the ground far below...'

I snapped the book shut. "What is this new sorcery?!" I exclaimed and Aradyn startled, craning his neck once again to glare at me. "Aradyn, this journal has recorded everything I have done since Arathorn found it in Mordor!" I decided to have a second look just to be sure. But when I opened the book to a blank page...

I was swallowed up by darkness.

-Nescit Cedere-

"Where the-Ai!" I hissed when I was abruptly dropped onto the cold hard ground. I blinked and gazed down at the book, which now lay shut on my lap. "What in Eru's name was that?" I wondered aloud, studying my surroundings to find myself in a very familiar dark room with cold, black, marble floors and long curtains hanging from the ceiling. The only difference was that it appeared rather new and cleaner.

"This is intriguing," A melodious, yet dark, voice spoke. I whipped my head around to find that the throne was not empty. No, it was occupied by a rather dark elf with fair features, the darkest black hair I had ever seen, piercing blue eyes, wearing elegant black clothing gazing down at me, another Elf with platinum blonde hair, crimson eyes, wearing white robes standing at his side. "Is it not?"

I continued to stare, my mind not putting two and two together until it finally came.

"Morgoth."

And there you have it, my lovely readers! I know it is short but spring break is here, so I'll be working thrice the amount of time I usually do on this book. Also, I'll be putting up Of Elves and Rangers soon enough so you can get a bit of an idea of Aragorn's childhood, if you guys choose to read it.
Until next time!
~Juliette Morbu