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Revenge

By: leiasky
folder -Multi-Age › General
Rating: Adult ++
Chapters: 9
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Disclaimer: I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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Prologue

This is an AU story that does not follow the timeline of the book.


Spoilers: Takes place after Return of the King.

Pairing: Aragorn / Arwen.

Disclaimer: I'm not Tolkien. I don't own these characters. (darn!) I make no money. Done for fun.

Additional Info: Movie-verse.
Sequel to "Restless"


Archive: If you like, just tell me where.

"Revenge"
rolorologue


The wind howled, violently snapping tree limbs and tossing them aside like mere twigs. Rain pelted the castle walls and thunder rocked the foundations. Lighting cracked across the darkened sky and inside, a sleeping man trembled.

His long, dark hair was damp with sweat as he tossed in his bed. He murmured in his sleep as whispers of a nameless foe stretched their talons toward his unconscious mind.

In his minds eye, he saw a great battle along a city wall he did not recognize. Men and elves fought bravely, falling in death from those same walls as arrows pierced their armor and swords cleaved heads from shoulders. Creatures crawled up the walls, disgusting and dirty, neatly cutting through the line of defense that had been set up to keep them from entering the city.

The man's heart quickened and he continued to toss in his sleep, adding soft murmurs of confusion within his troubled mind. Thunder rocked his bed and the scene changed to one that would have woken him straight away, if not for the fear mirrored in the tortured man's eyes.

Aragorn hung chained to a stone wall, the metal cuffs surrounding his wrists having cut so deeply that blood flowed down his bare arms. Welts covered his body and with a jolt of terror, the sleeping man felt, rather than witnessed the King's death.

Imrahil sat bolt upright in his bed, not realizing that his scream of terror would soon echo that of another in the faraway city of Annuminas.
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