The Mordorien - LOTR/Aragorn Fanfic

I. Minas Tirith

The skies were covered black with ash, and the rumble of Mount Doom shook the ground beneath my feet. I put the last of my ingredients in my satchel along with some food, and grabbed my ebony dagger off the table.
I was to enter the lands of Gondor this morning because the darkness had been spreading faster than it was a couple months ago. I've been watching Sauron's forces at work from inside Mordor, and I have managed to stay hidden from The Eye in an abandoned lair just underneath the foundation of the Tower of Cirith Ungol. The Orcs didn't suspect a thing and caused no problems for me, but I observed how more Orcs seemed to come and go from the tower everyday. Sauron was planning something, slowly, as he tried to grasp what power he had left.
I climbed through the tunnel and out the small hole that let me in and out of the lair, over a boulder of volcanic rock, and peered into the valley of Mordor. It was still a dark and desolate place, and yet I was still here. No matter how many times I snuck out of Mordor, I always found myself sneaking back in, because that was all I knew... it's what we did, before.
In the meantime, I carefully walked on the volcanic ground, being nimble with my feet and careful not to lead any trace back to the tower. I stepped over a rock, on top of another, and then jumped to the ground gracefully, making no noise. I began walking forwards but then heard a hiss and movement behind me.
I turned around and just held up my hand, and now floating above me was Shelob, the largest giant spider of Middle-Earth.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk." I clicked my tongue and shook my head at Shelob. "Oh dear, I thought we had a deal. You leave me alone, I leave you alone, right? But, no..."
Shelob hissed again and tried to move her legs around in the air, but I clenched my fist and made the force around her tighter, and she writhed in pain.
I flicked my hand to the left and raised my right, tossing her to the side and covering all eight of her legs with heavy rocks simultaneously. Shelob wiggled underneath the rocks, but I knew it would take her awhile to get out.
I patted my hands together and waved at Shelob as I walked away. "Well, it was a pleasure seeing you again. Maybe, let's not, do this again next time."
Shelob let out a lord shriek which carried down into the valley, and a few moments later I heard the rumbling of drums.
I picked up my pace now, dashing and jumping over more rocks and turning corners, until I reached the staircase. It was dangerous, shrouded in shadow and darkness, but I passed through like I always do. I didn't conjure any light for I didn't need to draw more attention to myself, and I managed just fine. At the end up the staircase I passed through the tunnel maze, and the walls were smooth to the touch but evil to the eye. The corpses of Shelob's kills twisted in web and stone, to serve as a reminder to the uncanny who dare to pass through. I kept pushing forwards until I saw the break in the rock walls of the mountain. I ran down the path before the drums got too loud, and soon I was way out of sight of Orcs and the Eye.

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Before me, the blue sky opened up and the fields of Gondor moved in the wind, and the city of Minas Tirith was within sight. It's seven layers of stone that separated the city as it climbed up the mountain, each wall one hundred feet high. I took one last look at the dark mountains that hid Mordor behind me before beginning my descent into the valley.
I reached the first gate of Minas Tirith and was let into the first level. The gates connecting the levels did not lie behind one another in a line, but faced in alternating directions, southeast then northeast, save for the first and seventh gates, which both faced east. A spur of rock, whose summit was level with the city's uppermost tier, jutted out from the front of the city in an easterly direction, dividing all but the first and seventh levels into two sides. I approached the gate to the second level and was stopped by a guard.
"Halt! Passwords are required to pass through the gates to the second tier. You do not look like you belong here." The guard said.
"I come to bestow aid to the Steward of Gondor. I hear he is taking all the help he can get, especially with the days getting darker now." I tried to convince but the guard didn't budge.
"Move along now. No password, no entry." He said.
I closed my eyes and nodded my head, but little did the guard know was that I was going to pass through, one way or another. The air swirled around us, and I heard a whisper in the wind that sounded like his voice. "Beacons of Gondor".
I then opened my eyes and the guard was just watching me, standing in his same spot. I then looked over my shoulder and into the valley where one of the first beacons was at, and he followed my gaze.
"It would be such a shame if the Beacons of Gondor ever needed to be lit once again. Wouldn't you think so, your sir?" I asked and stared up at him.
His mouth slowly opened, but he closed it and nodded. He turned around with keys in hand and unlocked the door to the Second Tier for me. I pushed the doors open and looked back at the guard behind me and smiled kindly.
"Thank you." I said.
"You're welcome my lady. Now, I don't know who you are, so don't go around causing trouble." He told me.
"I'm here to serve the Steward and bring help to Gondor. Nothing more and nothing less." I said, and began walking to the next gate.
I followed the same process at the Third Gate, and the next, and each time I passed through I saw how much Gondor had changed. Each level was now scattered with many alleys, narrow passageways, and full-fledged houses. It was still inhabited by a fair amount of people, but it was quiet. No one wanted to talk, and rarely you saw someone you would even want to talk to.
I pressed on, and on the sixth level were located the Houses of Healing, surrounded by pleasant gardens. Finally, I was within the seventh wall, and there was the Citadel of Minas Tirith, with the White Tower of Ecthelion - three hundred feet high, so that its apex was one thousand feet above the plain. The citadel contained armouries, barracks and mess halls as well as the residence of Gondor's rulers and the feast hall Merethrond. The Court of the Fountain was directly to the west of the citadel gate.
Here, I walked to the large set of doors on the external walls that were decorated all around with round arches and pillars, and into the building that led me to the King's Hall of Minas Tirith. The guards let me pass since I knew all the words to get to this level, but they watched me with a suspicious eye. The King's Hall was a massive rectangular room, internally divided into five aisles by marble columns. It was a building with a massive solidity and strength, characterized by its thick walls. My footsteps were soft, but still echoed from the emptiness of the throne.
Beside the throne there was a man, the Serving Steward of Gondor, sitting in a small throne like chair. Next to him was another man, who looked also out of place, and they were in a deep conversation.
I stopped myself about twenty feet from them and my last footstep echoed loudly throughout the Hall. I then waited for them to talk at me. I knew they noticed my presence, and I was just waiting for the look.
I was wearing my normal attire, an all black dress with a black cloak, and I wiggled my fingers impatiently. My rings tapped each other and glistened in the sun that peeked through the crevices of the ceiling.
The men stopped talking and they both looked at me eerie like, and were taken aback by my presence. The taller man stared at me with his piercing jaded eyes, and I tilted my head at him.
"How did you get into the Hall of the Kings?" The Steward then asked me.
"The gates require passwords of which all I know." I said and took a few steps forwards. "I came from nearby lands with my offer of aid to the city of Minas Tirith against Sauron."
"We don't take outsiders anymore." The Steward said and grumbled his lips.
"I never thought the apparent ruler of Gondor would be a liar..." I said and glanced towards the other man. "That man there is not from Gondor, I can tell that. What's the difference that I come from another land as well?"
"What is your business here?" The second man asked.
"As I said, I bring my aid to Minas Tirith." I said and focused my attention to the man. "Sauron's forces are only growing, and the people of Middle-Earth need to come together and be prepared for any attack he might unleash." I finished speaking by looking at the Steward.
The men both looked at each other, and then back at me. "I am Ecthelion II, and this here is a bestowed guest of mine who also came in aid to fight against Sauron." The Steward said. "Thorongil came from the lands of Rohan."
I nodded in acknowledgement to Ecthelion, and then just looked at Thorongil once more. He stared at me through hooded eyes and I slowly nodded at him. Something was off about him, and the way he looked at me was as if he was ready to attack. I kept my hidden hand open just in case, my fingers pulsing with power and waiting for a release.
"By what do you call yourself and where do you come from?" Ecthelion asked me.
The corners of my mouth raised and I stood up straighter and walked closer again, and I saw Thorongil tense up, just ever so slightly.
"My name may not be news to you, but where I am from will be... I am from the darkest part of Middle-Earth..." I said and paused.
I took one more step forward as I slowly removed my black hood. I took in a deep breath with my nose to the air as I shook my hair loose and then locked eyes with the men standing in front of me.
"In your presence, Ecthelion II— the Serving Steward of Gondor— I am... The Mordorien."