Lyra
"Are you alright Lyra?" Legolas asks as we enter our tent.
"I'm fine, just thinking. What if we lose? What if Sauron wins?" I ask him
"We won't, we can't." He says and kisses me.
Suddenly our tent flap flies open and a soldier pokes his head in.
"Sorry to disturb you but the king would like to see Lyra in his tent," The soldier says and leaves
I look at Legolas "I should go" I say, he nods and kisses me before I leave.
I enter Theoden's tent, he looks up at me smiles, I notice a figure sitting in a chair, wearing a dark cloak, body completely covered.
"You summoned me, my lord?" I ask
"Yes, now we wait for your brother," He says
I am about to ask who the figure is but Theoden quickly says "It'll wait till Aragorn gets here,"
3rd Person
Sleeping, Aragorn dreams of Arwen. The Evenstar pendant falls to the floor and shatters. Aragorn wakes with a shout, drawing his knife. A soldier stands in the tent doorway.
"Sir? King Théoden awaits you, my Lord." says the soldier
Aragorn walks to the king's tent. Aragorn enters Théoden's tent. Théoden stands next to a seated, cloaked figure. Aragorn notices Lyra and they both share confused looks.
"I take my leave," Théoden says
Théoden exits. The cloaked figure stands and approaches Aragorn, lifting his hood.
Aragorn bows "My Lord, Elrond."
"Father," Lyra says surprised.
"I come on behalf of one whom I love." Elrond says
"Arwen" Lyra whispers and Elrond nods
"Arwen is dying. She will not long survive the evil that now spreads from Mordor. The light of the Evenstar is failing. As Sauron's power grows, her strength wanes. Arwen's life is now tied to the fate of the Ring. The shadow is upon us, Aragorn. The end has come." Elrond continues
"It will not be our end but His." Aragorn says determinedly
"You ride to war but not to victory." Elrond replies
"Sauron's armies march on Minas Tirith, as you know, but in secret, He sends another force, which will attack from the river. A fleet of Corsair ships sails from the South. They'll be in the city in two days." Elrond says "You're outnumbered, Aragorn. You need more men."
"There are none." Aragorn replies
"There are those who... dwell in the mountain." Elrond explains, then a howling wind blows around them,
"Murderers! Traitors! You would call upon them to fight? They believe in nothing! They answer to no one." Aragorn says
"They will answer to the King of Gondor!" Elrond exclaims
Elrond reveals a sword from his cloak.
"Andúril... Flame of the West. Forged from the shards of Narsil." Elrond announces
"Sauron will not have forgotten the Sword of Elendil." Aragorn mutters
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Skin-Walker (#Wattys2017)
FanfictionLyra Lane is the last of her race the Skin-Walkers of Middle-Earth. Lord Elrond takes her in after learning her dark past and that she is alone in the world. He then asks her to join the Fellowship four years later. She accepts though some of them a...
