Aragorn: 8 years old

Arwen wandered around Rivendell trying to find Aragorn. She had never really talked to him, but she wanted too. Today was the day she would hopefully. She first went to his room, but he was not there. She walked around in the night trying to search everywhere.

A sunset was taking place and it was quite a beautiful sight way up in the sky. The orange, pink, and yellow swirls of clouds blended together making the sky look gorgeous. The sun was still present, but barely peaking over a nearby mountain.

After about fifteen minutes of looking, she saw him. She gasped as she looked at him up in a tree above one of the many waterfalls in Rivendell. She ran over to the tree and yelled up to him,

"Hey, get down from there! You might fall!"

Aragorn turned around and saw Arwen at the bottom of the tree. He didn't feel like yelling back, so he climbed back down the tree.

"Are you okay?" Arwen asked as he put on his boots.

"Yah, I like it up there," Aragorn replied.

"Really? It looks scary,"

Aragorn shook his head.

"Oh," Arwen murmured. She wasn't sure what she wanted to say, she just wanted to find him.

"Do you need something?" Aragorn asked.

"No, I- I just wanted to make sure you were okay," Arwen said feeling embarrassed.

"I'm fine. I think that kid is upset though,"

"Greakth? He is always mad about something. If I were you, I would stay clear of him," Arwen explained.

"Okay, thanks,"

"Well, like I said, I was just making sure you were okay..." Arwen trailed off feeling awkward.

Aragorn smiled seeing through her embarrassment.

"Could I show you something?" Arwen finally asked.

"Sure," Aragorn said suddenly feeling interested in the female Elf.

"Okay, come on!"

Aragorn followed Arwen. They walked along until they came to the building that was in the center of Rivendell. It was the tallest and most beautiful of them all.

"This way!" Arwen exclaimed happily.

Aragorn smiled and followed her.

They entered through the main doors and then Arwen lead him up some stairs and to a pedestal. There were gorgeous cross window panes all over the building. Arwen went up to the pedestal and then turned around to Aragorn.

"You must stand on your tippy toes to see it,"

"See what?" Aragorn asked curious.

"Just look," Arwen motioned for him to give a peak.

Aragorn walked over to the pedestal and stood higher as he pointed his toes forward and heels up. He looked onto the pedestal and as he looked at what was on it his heart automatically felt heavy like what he saw before him was somehow connected to him.

It was a sword that was broken into many pieces. Six pieces of the blade were laid out on the cloth of the pedestal in a specific, organized way.

"The sword has been passed down for many generations before it broke. It's called Andruil. Have you heard the story?" Arwen asked.

Aragorn didn't answer as he continued to stare at the shattered sword as if in a trance. He couldn't help but feel as though something about the sword was connected to him.

Arwen knew something was wrong, but wasn't sure what. Just then a horn blew. Long and drawn out. Arwen gasped.

"Hurry! That horn means that there is danger!" Arwen said and frantically pulled Aragorn away from the pedestal, "I am going to my room now and I suggest you go to your own,"

Aragorn nodded simply and looked at the pedestal in front of him.

"Bye, you must hurry to your room. We will talk again later," Arwen said and then ran down the hall from where they came in.

Aragorn was left alone. Only him and the sword. The horns kept blowing and Aragorn decided he should go. He gave one last glance at the pedestal where the sword lay and then turned to go down the stairs.

Once he was at the bottom, he went to the door, but stopped as he heard a noise from a close by room. Aragorn looked to where the sound was coming from and walked cautiously to the doorway. There was no door to the doorway and he soon found out that it wasn't even a room. It was a hallway.

He peaked around the doorway, hoping to see an Elf that could tell him what was going on. He immediately regretted peeking around the corner, because it was no Elf.

Aragorn stopped and his eyes went wide at what he saw. It was an Orc, about ten feet away from him. The Orc hadn't seen him and he wanted to keep it that way. Aragorn turned slowly around to go back the way he came, but ran right into yet another Orc.

He gasped and the orc laughed hardly believing what he had caught.

"Why don't you look at that!" the Orc snarled and grabbed Aragorn's arm tightly.

Aragorn tried stepping back, but the Orc pushed him into the doorframe hard. Aragorn shook off his head and felt his lip. It was bleeding and his head ached from the blow.

"It's a human!" the Orc spat and grabbed the stunned Aragorn again, "Humans are my favorite,"

The Orc that he had just seen in the hallway heard the ruckus and came over too.

"What a find! You are no Elf!" it cried, "Hand him over,"

The second Orc reached for Aragorn, but the other Orc had him tight.

"Let's play a game," growled the first Orc to the other.

The other grinned. The Orc holding Aragorn lifted him up and threw him at the other Orc. He gasped as he landed in the other Orcs arms. Their faces were literally two inches apart making Aragorn want to scream. He squirmed frantically trying to get out.

"Stop you're squirming, you rat!" the Orc shouted.

Then from the doorway in which Aragorn had come from appeared another figure. However, Aragorn didn't see them yet. He was facing the other way. The figure shot an arrow through both orcs heads. Aragorn dropped to the ground on top of them and dizzily got up. He hadn't seen the figure yet.

Aragorn put a hand to his head in pain. Half confused and half scared he ran down the hallway quickly. As he ran by a doorway, two arms reached out and grabbed him.

A/N: Who is it going to be!? Suspense!