The Crownless - Lotr series [Aralas AU]

A king with no Crown

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A king with no Crown - lotr - Series pt 1

Summery: A strange new town calls for aid.

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Streams of flowing water filled the paths as the horses' hooves splashed along the beaten trail. The trees blew merely against the gentle wind. silhouettes of houses could be seen in the distance.

The traveling company, aware yet strained from their journey, They knew this was not a journey to take lightly as there was something at stake.

As the company approached the town a looming threat overcame the king, Aragorn. He turned to Legolas to look for comfort but he could not see his eyes, his figure was obscured by a hooded cloak as the elf's gaze was focused straight ahead.

The town was damp, bodies of water streamed through the town separating the houses and streets, though this was a new town, only twenty years old, the buildings looked worn, weather worn structures, fallen trees and new planted trees all around the place, puddles on the ground, always damp, cold and wet.

The old state of this new town was caused by the frequent hurricanes that roared through the town, always breaking buildings as the townsfolk, worse for wear as they couldn't keep up with the repairs.

Riding down the streets the company could see the queer men and woman who lived here, hardy folk, mean looking people and very aloof, they kept to themselves and they certainly don't get much visitors, so it seemed as some stopped what they were doing and stared, it could be because the king of Gondor had arrived, or they wanted to quench their curiosity of the new and strange faces approaching.

Aragorn yet again looked to Legolas, this time a soft sigh passed his lips as he dismounted his gelding, looking at the building in front of them, it was larger than the rest and more well kept. Fancier taste, with bricks instead of wood as the foundation.

"Are you alright?" Aragorn asked softly against the gentle breeze.

"I sense a strong hate here. For what, I do not know. I don't feel welcome here, Aragorn. " The Elf whispered softly.

"Alas, I wished I could not bring you here, but he insisted we both come." Aragorn turned to his men, knights who awaited orders from their king. "We do not need you inside, wait here and tend to the horses. Legolas, dorth- close na nin." (Stay close to me.)

The elf Prince gave a nod to his king, stepping closer to him to feel his warmth and comfort. He glanced around the town, seeing the cold and unforgiving eyes stare back at him, what were they thinking? Did they know of his kind? Why do they watch him like they hated his existence?

"Come, we must not delay, mellon nin." Aragorn's voice interrupted the elf's thoughts as the man headed for the door.

Once inside they were greeted by a tall spiral staircase that led up to some rooms, downstairs the two could see a dining room and small rooms for the servants. Aragorn headed upstairs with Legolas following close behind, some of the servants turned and watched as the strange men headed for the man whom they would meet.

Aragorn slowly crept open the old brown door, peeking his head in the large room, a room filled with jewels, fancy cups and plates, ale cups scattered across the room in all sorts of places, unusual places where one wouldn't expect to see cups.

As the pair walked into the room, Aragorn averted his gaze to a man sitting in a chair. This man had a thick build as if he didn't leave the comfort of his room often. The glasses around the place told them he liked ale, there were empty bottles all over the place as the stranger sat with a full glass in his hand. His hair was long and blonde in colour. His long beard smelled of ale as if he didn't spend enough time washing as his role was too busy for him to care for himself.