This is my first LOTR fanfic. I always wanted to write one so here I am.

I'm open to constructive critic however I firmly believe in: if you like it read it if you don't, just don't read it.

The story follows the movies, but obviously I won't re-write everything, so something I'll just skip some scenes or add some things to it.

It's basically the Story of Annya, my OC and her journey with the fellowship. It will be a Haldir/OC story. You will find out more about Annya has to story goes.

Hope you enjoy

Cat

P.S italics mean thoughts or written messages…:)

It was a clear and quiet night.

Too quiet, she thought

Annya, daughter of Orin, was standing on the wall of the fort because it gave her a good view of the river Anduin. They were not far from Lorien, where Annya had spent most of her childhood years…before her mother died. Her father brought her back here, a small post town near the river Anduin but also not far from the misty mountains…Orin was the was chief. He was known for his excellent training skills and some of the best warriors, like Aragorn son of Arathorn had learned from him.

Orin, was one the few Dunedin rangers left and an excellent warrior himself. He had travelled a lot, only to fall deeply in love with Meelia, an elf from Lorien and Lord Celeborn's sister. Annya, their daughter, was half elvish, half Dunedin. This gave her extraordinary fighting, shooting and riding abilities.

Orin loved his daughter very much, but he did, however train her to be one the best warrior the world has never known. He never regretted it.

-A quiet night isn't Annya? Asked Leon, one of the soldiers

-Aye it is.

Since she was half elvish, she had an excellent hearing and sight. It was then that she heard it…the swift sound of an arrow.

-DOWN, she yelled.

But too late, the arrow and pierce the soldier's chest

-Sound the alarm, she said to another

-We are under attack.

The battle and barely started that they quickly realised they were outnumbered. Orcs had come from the river…probably heading for the Lorien woods or even Mordor. They needed help…or they wouldn't make it alive. Annya jumped from the wall and ran away from the battle.

-Annya, where are you going? Aragorn, a friend of her father's asked,

-We need help, I'm sending for help.

Aragorn let go of her arm has she ran to a small aviary they had at the end of the fort.

Annya quickly scribbled a note to send to Lorien.

Haldir,

We are under attack. We need reinforcements soon.

Annya

Annya took their most trusted falcon and tied the note to its leg. She let the bird go.

She stayed there for a minute and then went back to battle.

It was sunrise, the battle had been going on forever and only a few of them were left. Fortunately, some families had escaped but now only a handful of warriors, Annya, her father and Aragorn were left. Unless help was coming, they wouldn't make it.

Placing themselves in line, they waited for the orcs to charge them. And they did.

The battle continued. They were holding them off until Orin was hit…fatally.

Lying on the ground, he grabbed Aragorn's hand.

-Aragorn, Aragorn, my friend. I need to save Annya and get her out of here.

Aragorn said nothing for he was overwhelmed at the sight of one of his best friends like this.

-I want you to protect her…Promise me you will…

-I swear on my life that I will.

Annya arrived running, throwing herself at her father's feet.

-Father…please fight. We will go to Lorien. My uncle, he will save you…please, she said trying to fight back the tears that filled her eyes

-Annya, it's too late for me now. Orin said while caressing his daughter's face

Annya kept weaving her head because she was unable to speak.

-Go with Aragorn, save yourself.

-No! Not without you…

-I'll always be with you. Remember, never stop following your own heart, it is in there that you'll know what's right, he said in a trembling voice

-I love you

-Father please…she cried

Those were Orin last words.

-Annya come. Said Aragorn dryly trying to lift her from the ground

Annya didn't move one inch.

-Annya there is nothing left for you here. Come with me.

She slowly let go of her father's body and left with Aragorn. They escaped by using a small tunnel, that led to the Misty mountains.

Some hours later, Haldir, Marchwarden of Lorien and Lord Celeborn himself arrived at the post. Almost nothing was left.

No one was alive. They search for hours but found nothing. Lord Celeborn was shocked and sad…They had found Orin's body, but not Annya's…

On his side, Haldir was shocked has well.

She can't be gone, he thought to himself

Several months later

Annya woke up in a jolt, screaming her father's name.

It was just a dream, she though

Just a dream

-Annya are you all right? Aragorn asked

-Yes. I was just dreaming.

-About Orin?

Annya nodded.

They had been travelling for some weeks now.

-Get some rest, I'll stand watch for a while, she said while adding some wood to the fire.

-Where are we meeting Gandalf again? She asked

- In Bree, at the Inn of the Prancing Pony. In 2 days.

-All right.

Annya didn't know why exactly they were meeting Gandalf the Grey there and more to it, she didn't know that she was about to join in on one of the greatest quest of all time.