Title: The Return of the Wizard

Ok now, this is my first story, please leave reviews!

Disclaimer: I do not own Aragorn, Legolas, Merry, Pippin, and that bunch, but I do own Elahar, Renlin, Neeave, &Arnin

Summery: Aragorn's daughter is now the Queen of Gondor. Everything is going good, that is, until someone from her past comes and messes it all up.

Rating: K+

Reason: It's for older kids and may in the future have some wars…

An Unexpected Meeting

ELAHAR WALKED THROUGH THE STREETS OF GONDOR AS SHE DID EVERY MORNING. SHE enjoyed doing this because it gave her a chance to see how her people were doing and talk to them. For three years she's been practicing this morning routine, yet to her it seems only yesterday she accepted the throne. Many a time a traveler would come upon the kingdom and question why she had become ruler, and not her brother, they would always get the same answer, Aragorn had stepped down to allow Elahar to practice before he dies, and her brother… she didn't like to talk of it. She arrived back at her kingdom.

Today Elahar was in higher spirits than usual for she had company coming. She walked into the large throne room with its stone walls and tapestries, where at the opposing end stood a lonely throne.

"Hello, your Majesty." A voice from the shadowed corner came. Elahar turned to find two friends mockingly curtsying. "Neeave, Renlin!" Elahar ran to greet her friends as did they. The greeting came from her Elvin friend Neeave. "How are you two?" asked Elahar with a huge smile spreading across her face. "Fine." said Neeave. "Good." replied Renlin. "How's Legolas?' asked Elahar. " Father's fine." replied Neeave. "And you," said Elahar jokingly, turning to Renlin," Still a grey I see." "Not for too long." said Renlin playfully glaring at Elahar.

The three walked together through the castle catching up with each other. They went around and did all the work that Elahar needed to do and ate a large lunch and dinner. They all ended up in Elahar's room sitting around. "So have you heard from Arnin?" asked Neeave. She had a feeling the so dreaded subject would come up. "Yea, I've heard that he was in a village off yonder." she replied. There was an awkward silence.

Finally, Renlin supplied, "So, when is everyone getting here?" "Over the next few days." answered Elahar. "It'll be nice to have this if anything like the whole Sauron thing happens again." said Neeave.

Elahar sat looking out the window. She was surprised to find that the sky tuned from the bright, cloudless, blue, to the dark, starry, black. "Would you look at that?" said Elahar, "I'm sure you're both tired, let me get someone to show you to your rooms."

"That won't be necessary." said a voice from the door. The three turned. "Dad!" "Aragorn." "Your kingship." The greetings all fell upon Aragorn who stood leaning on the door frame, he was slightly greyer than during the war against the Dark Lord, but other than that he looked the same.

"Oh, Dad, I can get a maid to do it." replied Elahar. "No," said Aragorn with a fake harshness in his voice, "they're my friends too." He smiled at the girls. They laughed. "You know what, I'm so absent minded," said Elahar," I can go too." "That you are." said Renlin in joking agreement. Elahar playfully frowned at Renlin.

The four walked together down towards the guest rooms. As they came to the entrance of the throne room they noticed something wrong…

THEY FOUND THE DOOR GAPING, AT THIS TIME IT SHOULD BE SHUT. ELAHAR AND HER friends drew their hands closer to the weapons they carried with them, Elahar and Neeave knifes and Renlin her staff. The four inched towards the door. Elahar peeked around the corner and almost fell over.

Sitting in the throne was a man in his twenties, with stubble all over his face, his hair was about half way down his neck and around that was the necklace of his father and before him, his Elvin mother, Elahar's father and mother.

"Hello, dear, sister." the man said in a smooth voice with a menacing smile on his face. This time Elahar drew her knife and walked into full view of her brother. "What do you want?" demanded Elahar. "Oh nothing," he replied still smiling and staying in his spot on the throne, "Just to see my beloved sister and father."

"Bull," could be heard from behind where Elahar had first seen her brother. "Oh," said Arnin, "Let me guess, you've got that weakling elf Neeave, and that illusionist Renlin back there don't you?"

"I resent that!" shouted Renlin jumping out from cover. "Yea!" shouted Neeave jumping next to her. "Hah!" laughed Arnin, "You take me too seriously!"

"Whatever," mumbled Neeave so Arnin couldn't hear. "Arnin," said Aragorn now serous. "Oi! Father, who else have you got back there? Samwise, Legolas, Merry or Pippin perhaps?" asked Arnin quite amused, and still sitting on Elahar's throne. "What is it you want?" asked Aragorn. "Like I said earlier, to be with you and Elahar." Arnin replied. "After past experiences, I have a hard time believing that." said Aragorn. "Oh come now," said Arnin, "Let me stay just one night." Arnin finally moved off the throne. Elahar tightened her grip on her knife.

"You aren't going to make your only son sleep in the streets, are you?" continued Arnin fighting for his cause. "Well," said Aragorn, "You can stay one night, hear me, one night. Got that?" Aragorn replied. "All right." said Arnin. Aragorn without a word escorted Arnin to one of the many guest chambers, leaving the girls alone.

"Should we go with him?" asked Neeave. "No, he can handle himself." replied Elahar, "I'm just at a loss to figure out what Arnin's really up to." With that Elahar took the two to their rooms and then retired to hers.