Disclaimer: I own no part of this anything recognizable belongs to the creators, producers, and author of Lord of the Rings. I do however own Agarchara; please do not use her without telling me. If I did own LOTR I wouldn't be writing fan fiction for it, Agarchara would have been a character in the books, movies and videogames.

Chapter 1

Agarchara's PoV

I can remember the first day of it. I remember it like it all happened yesterday. It all started with four Hobbits. My name is Agarchara. I'm the king of Gondor's sister. I'll start at the beginning. The start would be at the Prancing Pony.

We were watching the hobbits from the corner of The Prancing Pony. I knew why we were watching them. It was for Gandalf. We were his back-up plan in case he couldn't make it in time. My brother Aragorn was watching the dark haired one closest, something about him was wrong. We could both feel it. The Prancing Pony had just little enough light that if we chose we wouldn't be seen. We chose to let the blonde one see us.

"Excuse me, that man and lady in the corner who are they?" He asked. Aragorn rolled his eyes. I did at the same time. The two of us moved in sync almost all the time. We knew each other well enough that when one moved the other usually did at the same time.

"They're rangers. Dangerous folk, they are, wandering the wilds. What their right names are I've never heard but around here they're known as Strider and Cain." The bar keeper responded. We rolled our eyes again. After watching them for a while longer, the sandy haired one spoke up at the bar. I bit my lip in a desperate attempt to silence the irate noise from exiting my body.

"Sure, I know a Baggins. He's over there. Frodo Baggins, he's my…" I tuned him out looking over at Aragorn. He sat up his attention caught. There was a commotion causing us to move. Aragorn had become alarmed. He went for Frodo from behind while I covered them, guarding the stairs. I didn't bother listening to their little conversation as Aragorn not so gently threw him up the stairs. I heard our door open and Frodo hit the ground as once again he was harshly tossed into it. The door slammed. The other three came charging for the stairs.

I delayed long enough for Aragorn to say what needed to be said. I allowed the blonde one that noticed us to slip by before allow the others to follow. Standing there a little longer to make sure our commotion was ignored I trailed last. I was three years younger than Aragorn. I had dark brown hair that was waist length and always up in some way, I had light green eyes that were from unknown origins and a scar that marred my face. It extended from just past the corner of my left eye to just before the left corner of my mouth. It marred me enough that before it I could pass for an elf if my hair was down, after it there was no way I was able to.

"They're coming," he said right when I appeared. We gave each other a slight nod. I didn't put anytime into checking our surrounding. Aragorn was dragging the little one out the door the other three were right behind them. I followed without complaint. We had everything set up with ease.

Frodo sat wide awake on the edge of the bed in our room. I sat on the floor next to Aragorn. Screams erupted from the hobbit sized room we set up. They were probably pissed that we tricked them. The screams woke the other hobbits.

"What are they?" Frodo asked once they settled. I looked at Aragorn expecting him to answer. He didn't acknowledge the question in any way causing me to roll my eyes irritably.

"They were once men, great kings of men. Then Sauron the deceiver gave to them nine rings of power. Blinded by their greed they took them without question. One by one falling to darkness, now they are slaves to his will." I responded.

"They are the Nazgûl, ringwraiths, neither living nor dead. At all times they feel the presence of the ring. Drawn to the power of the one, they will never stop hunting you." Aragorn finished for me. I looked at him. I knew he was afraid of not being strong enough with ancestors like ours is it surprising?

In the morning, after eating, we walked. Our horses were sold and a pony bought. It was loaded with our stuff. My hair was wrapped up with a leather band, as it was too much trouble this morning to do anything else. I disliked swords since my accident and used them only when truly necessary. I preferred bows. I remembered that in the sun my eyes brightened or used too now they dilated from it causing them to darken.

"Where are you taking us?" Frodo asked. They were becoming annoying. Aragorn always told me that my eyes in light were scarier than eyes had the right to be, I was hoping that still true. I turned my too dark eyes to the Halfling in a glare.

"Into the wild," Aragorn responded without stopping. I took lead and left him with the pony. We made it to a lightly treed area and my head was pounding, when it was just Aragorn and I it was silent unless we had to talk. I wasn't used to all the sound while travelling. It wasn't long enough before one of the blondes spoke.

"How do we know these rangers are friends of Gandalf?" He asked, I think his name was Merry. I rolled my eyes, looking to Aragorn. I kept walking, curious to hear Frodo's answer that and because Aragorn shook his head at me telling me to leave it.

"I think servants of the enemy would look fairer and feel fouler," was Frodo's response. My head reeled and I felt like I was dealing with Gandalf's riddle speak.

"Their foul enough," the blonde retorted. We gave each other annoyed looks. Sure we weren't elf material but neither of us could have been that foul looking. I was almost certain that he meant my scar and that he had heard Aragorn throwing the Frodo around.

"We have no choice but to trust them." Frodo stated. I wasn't sure whether I was insulted by his answer or happy that one of them finally trusted us. Even if it was but one, it got us closer to them not arguing with everything we said. Apparently my eyes weren't frightening enough.

"But where are they leading us?" the other blonde asked. My eyes rolled and hands clenched. I was tired of all their talking.

"To Rivendell, master Gamgee," Aragorn responded, causing me to cough trying to choke back a laugh.

"To the house of Elrond," I finished. After about two steps, they spoke again. A few tendrils of hair had slipped down into my face causing me to puff at them to get them to move.

"You hear that, Rivendell, we're going to see the elves," Sam said with enthusiasm. Finally we continue in silence that isn't broken for a few hours.

Aragorn and I scouted ahead and when we got back they were unpacking. We looked at each other in confusion.

"Gentlemen, on your feet, we do not stop until night fall." Aragorn stated irritation clear in his voice. The day had just begun and they were sitting.

"What about breakfast?" Pippen asked. We passed another confused look. I had a sinking feeling that I wasn't going to be thrilled about his next response.

"We already had it." I responded. He gave us a bewildered look. The green force of my eyes narrowed into a glare at the hobbit.

"We had one yet, what about second breakfast?" He retorted. We passed another look of irritation. We then turned and walked away.

"I don't think they know about second breakfast, Pip." Merry told him.

"What about elevenses, luncheon, afternoon tea, dinner, supper? They know about them, don't they?" He asked in bewilderment. I shook my head at them walking farther on, but not too far that I couldn't hear the next reply.

"I wouldn't count on it." Merry answered.

We launched a couple apples over the trees, I knew they caught one but the other bounced off his sandy head.

"Pippen," one scolded. He gave a confused look. We finally all got moving again. One of the hobbits led the pony for a few miles. I took it as the landscape turned harsher. The forest finally gave way to the marshlands. I continued walking the pony through feeling bad for it when an army of midges attacked us. I slapped at them desperately.

"What do they eat when they can't get hobbit?" Merry asked in despairingly. I harshly pulled Pippen to his feet after he fell. When night fell I was grateful. Aragorn had left me with the hobbits while he hunted. He returned with a deer. I was irritated with him but let him be. As consciousness left me he began to softly sing while he kept watch. It was about Tinủviel. My heart broke for him but remained silent when Frodo asked him about it.

"Who is she? This woman you sing of?" He asked. My protective instincts showed their face but I in turn stabbed them in the eyes effectively squishing them.

"Tis the Lay of Luthien, the elf-maiden who gave her love to Beren, a mortal." The sorrow in his voice about made me cry. I'm such a fucking coward when it came to slapping him and making him realize it wasn't so bad.

"What happened to her?" Frodo asked. I didn't have to see them to know that Aragorn looked away.

"She died." I didn't need to hear to know he sighed or see to know he was almost in tears. "Get some sleep, Frodo," his voice was closer than before meaning he turned back.