Disclaimer: I own none of the characters in this story or helped in the creating of them. Credit goes to Tolkien alone although Lindir’s story may have been some of my inspiration. Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoy the story.

Chapter one- The beginning
It has been thirteen years since the One ring was cast down into the fires of Mt. Doom.
The king Elessar has ruled over Gondor well and war is an almost forgotten thing.
A new evil is about to refresh everyone’s memories…….

“Father!” a boy burst into the hall where the king was talking to a man about land rights. “Sir, or…Orcs have attacked visitors to the city!” Fear was plastered over the boys face, for orcs had disappeared long ago, and an attack may mean a new evil was about to rear it’s head. The king rose from his seat “Where was this attack, and who was it on?”

“Just beyond the guard house of Rohan, it was Lord Elrond with Legolas and two others, twins I think. Some men have gone to see to them.” The boy panted, having run from the main gate to the palace. “Go and see your mother” The king turned to the man next to him. “I have trusted you before and think you will be able to deal out land equally, please attend to the matter right away” Being king was harder than Aragorn had anticipated. He walked through a door to his right, saddled up a horse and left to aid his friends.

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“I shall be glad to visit Estal and Arwen. We have not seen them for a long time.” A dark haired elf said to everyone in his group.
“Yes, we all will Elrohir, but I do not think, as king, he will help you play practical jokes on your ada” laughed Legolas.
“Hmmm” The lord Elrond frowned at the last remark, but in all he would be glad to visit his adoptive son too, along with his daughter and grandchildren.
Meanwhile Elladan had a look of concern, something not often seen on his face.
“Look Elladan is thinking!” Elrohir acted out a scene which included fainting and falling of his horse.
“Maybe not brother, I was listening. Not that you do that much.” This comment earned him a kick on the shin. Unfortunately for Elrohir is noticeable when you kick someone when both kicker and receiver are on horses, so Elrond gave both a severe lecture while legolas looked on in amusement.
Then something caught his eye, and he opened his mouth to warn Elrond, but an orc knocked the elven lord onto the floor before legolas could say a word.

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The king rode towards what looked like a miniature version of that memorable night at helms deep. In the middle of the fray he caught sight of a blonde head and two sharp knifes dived into an orc in front of the warrior. Aragorn’s men reached the attack and began to help. He drew the king’s sword that hung at his waist and urged his horse on. The king inside him was gone and the ranger took over. He jumped off his horse about two feet away from an orc and began to kill with all the mercy of a Urak-hai.

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“So friend what brought you to my realm anyway?” asked Aragorn to his friend legolas.
“We were going to gut you and all your people for dinner” Elrohir interrupted sarcastically.
“Stop talking and put pressure on that cut!” his father ordered. “It’s only a scratch”
“That’s what Estal said when he ran into that gorse bush and he got gangrene, now put pressure on it or I will let your brother clean your wound.”
Elladan grinned devilishly. The last time he cleaned a wound, it had been Aragorn’s.
The yell could have been heard at mirkwood. Elrohir quickly pressed on the rag at his side.
“The real reason we came to see you is because you are our friend, but I think we may have to put off the visit if orcs are reappearing. The big question is why? The Ring was destroyed. What could cause this sudden reappearance? Legolas put in before anyone else could distract his friend. “I have no idea. If only gan…” his sentence was cut short a bearded man in white rode up to them. “I need to speak to you Aragorn” said Gandalf.

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