Disclaimer: I own nothing except the made up character.
Authors note: This takes place some 16 or 17 years after the ring was destroyed.

Chapter 1

“M’ Lord, there has been talk of a trouble maker in the city.” A messenger from the city told the king. “The name that he has been called is Black Flame.” “Bring him to me.” Aragorn ordered to him. About an hour later a cloaked person was brought in. Aragorn’s 16-year-old son had sat unnoticed in a corner eager to see what would happen. The messenger left. “Lower you hood, please.” Aragorn commanded. The person obeyed. Not only did he find that the person was a woman but an elf. Asulef, his son sat stunned by this elf. The only she elf he had ever seen had been his mother. “What is your name?” Aragorn asked calmly. “You ask me of something I cannot give.” The she elf’s voice rang like chimes through the halls. “Why can you not give your name?” Perhaps the she elf had amnesia (sp?) and could not remember. “I haven’t one.” These word struck Aragorn to the core. Never had he heard of such a thing. “Arwen.” He called to his wife in the other hall. “You shall name this woman at the first light of the moon.” He looked at the elf to be sure she was paying attention. “Yes, hun.” She said and looked at the elf standing before her.
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“Send for help from the Elvin King!” A man called to another. The messenger took off into the depths of Mirkwood. After being granted the permission to speak with the king he walked inside the halls. A younger blonde elf was seated at the king’s side. This had to been his son Prince Legolas. “Your Highness, we ask for you to come and help us remove a stallion from these woods. Tharduil made to get up but Legolas leapt to his feet, threw of the fur cape he wore and followed the man eagerly. In a clearing not far from the falling elfin refugee a great cry sounded in the woods. When they came upon the clearing a beautiful stallion came to view. It was as black as night itself. White flame markings licked its legs up to the shoulders and hips. Flames came up its muzzle, the longest whips above his eyes. “I will not hurt you.” He said as he reached the stallion. His voice rang like bells. The stallion calmed slightly at the sound of his voice. It was like the chiming voice of his master. The sharp blue gaze of the elf prince charged the memory of the great stallion. Those eyes were so much like his master’s. The stallion walked calmly to him. He nudged the elf with his nose. Legolas reached his hand to the neck of the great beast. He felt its pulse surge. “Easy boy.” He took a rope from one of the men and gently placed it around the horse’s neck. He led it to the horse to the stable. He didn’t attempt to ride, name, or send some one to tame this horse. He had a feeling it belonged to someone.