Chapter 1

The icy north wind whipped and howled around the small, stealthy group of men dressed in the camouflaging browns and greens of the forest. They walked soundlessly under the silent stars of the cold winter's night as the trees around the humans creaked and groaned with the force of the wind as the branches swayed and danced with the storm.

A tall, dark haired man walking at the head of the group paused for a moment to pull the worn leather coat he wore tighter around his body, grumbling quietly under his breath as he tried to shield himself from the bitter cold of the headwind. The man was Estel, adopted son of Lord Elrond Half-Elven known in the Wilds only as Strider, a man who came and went as mysteriously as his name. Throwing back his hood to reveal a pale, strong face, Estel stood still, listening to wind howling around him. At a first glance, he appeared as a Ranger of the North, but underneath there was a closely guarded secret that only a very select few knew of; for he was Aragorn, son of Arathorn and Heir of Isildur. He bent low to the ground, studying the forest floor carefully, frowning as his hand moved across the foliage and traced the faint indentation in the dirt.

The Rangers were tracking a large pack of Orcs that were roaming the north Wilds, attacking and destroying everything that lay in their path. The Rangers had been following this pack for close to a fortnight, but they had lost both sight and sound of the evil creatures since they had entered the forest to seek shelter from the growing storm. It was an unusual feat for Orcs to be able to achieve.

Estel growled with frustration, clenching his fist as he realized the tracks in front of him came to an abrupt halt. He had lost the trail of the Orcs again. This pack was sly and displayed far more cleverness than most Orcs. Normally, it was child's play to follow an Orc pack's trail because of the sheer destruction always left behind from the creatures' movements. But not with this one. It worried Estel. He suspected that someone or something was behind the attacks, driving the Orcs on in their ruthless plundering and killing. For them to be using stealth, something was definitely wrong.

He straightened up, sighing deeply with annoyance. He felt a hand on his shoulder, and he turned to see Halbarad, a close kinsman and his second-in-command, standing beside him. The older man looked concerned.

"You've lost the trail again, have you not?" his deputy asked quietly. The dark look present on his leader's face confirmed the answer.

"It was a false trail, set up to distract us." Estel scowled, his dark, shaggy hair whipping across his face from the wind. "These Orcs are different. There is Evil at work here. They are working together like I have never witnessed before. The rain has aided in washing the tracks away, but none of the undergrowth has been disturbed." He glanced over his shoulder at the other men before looking back at Halbarad, dropping his voice to a whisper. "Someone or something is driving them on, using stealth to avoid us. Who or what I do not know, nor do I wish to."

Halabard regarded the sharp grey eyes that watched him closely. "That may be so, but there is little you can do about it tonight. The men are weary. Let us take some rest and resume our hunt for them on the morrow, when there is light and this storm has exhausted itself. There is little point in attempting to track them now. It would be folly."

Estel sighed and glanced again at the men behind him, who waited for his orders. Halbarad spoke the truth. They were tired; he could see it in their faces. He knew the men would follow him unconditionally, but he could ask no more of them tonight. Battling through the harsh wind and the rain for the majority of the daylight hours had exhausted them. There was no point in trying to follow the Orcs now.

"We will find shelter for the night and continue on at first light," Estel shouted over the noise of the growing storm.

Halbarad nodded and started issuing commands for the men to search for a place to shelter. It would be a relief to get out of the driving wind and rain. One of the Rangers approached him. "Forgive me for interrupting, but I know of a small village not far from here. It's not much, but it would allow us to seek shelter and replenish any supplies that may need to be replaced."

Estel looked thoughtful for a moment before nodding. "Go and take two others with you. Scout the area. If you deem it safe, we will make our way there."

The Ranger dipped his head and signaling to two other standing close by, took off into the darkness, vanishing within moments among the trees.

Estel stood alone, staring out into the storm from the shelter of the trees and watching as the branches moaned and moved with the wind, caught in an intricate dance of their own that he could not follow. His leather coat slapped against his calves, but he ignored it, his mind focused. He did not hear Halbarad approach him.

"These Orcs puzzle you, do they not?" The older Ranger's voice held a slightly accusing tone to it as he stepped around a tree.

Estel glanced at Halbarad with an irritated look as he recovered from his mild shock. "Yes, as I am sure you have already guessed, have you not?"

Halbarad shrugged. "I could sense your dissatisfaction," he answered mildly.

Estel's frown deepened and he turned his gaze once more out into the night. "These Orcs are different. Instead of going through the forest, which is by far the quickest route, they must have cut around the trees, for there is no destruction to be seen as such a large group would cause. They planted a false trail to trick us." He rested his hand on the hilt of his sword and glanced sideways at Halbarad. "This is no ordinary pack. Something strange is at work here – something evil, I fear."

"And what does Lord Elrond have to say on this matter?" Halbarad rocked back on his heels, gauging Estel's reaction out of the corner of his eye. "Have not the Twin sons of Lord Elrond been known to hunt Orcs hat travel close to the Hidden Valley?"

Estel's mouth hardened into a grim line. "I have not broached the subject with Lord Elrond. I have had little opportunity to speak with him. Indeed, it has been some time since I last dwelt in Rivendell." He fiddled with the buttons of his coat. "I briefly met with the Twins on my last visit. But they were engaged with the protection of the borders."

Halbarad opened his mouth, but whatever he was going to say was lost when his attention was distracted as a commotion broke out among the Rangers. One of the men pulled away and approached Estel and Halbarad. It was the Ranger Estel had sent to the village.

"Strider, the village! Oh by the Valar the village! The remains of a village…destroyed…the smell..." He bent over suddenly, his hands on his knees as he wretched violently.

Halbarad turned with a frown. "Someone get this man a drink!" he called out, waving towards one of the other Rangers standing close by.

"The smell of what? Tell me what you saw." Estel asked as he moved over to the man, concerned flashing in his grey eyes. "Speak quickly."

The young Ranger gratefully took the waterskin one of the other men passed to him. "The smell of death. The village is destroyed. It has been burnt to the ground. There is not a building left standing."

Estel caught Halbarad's eye, worry reflected deep within his own. This news did not bode well. The settlement in question was Cragknock, a human village near the North Downs, only a short distance from where they now stood. Could the Orcs have reached Cragknock and destroyed it? Fear began to invade Estel's mind as his thoughts turned to the people of Cragknock. It was a small village, mainly inhabited by farmers. As it was quiet and out of the way, Rangers would often stop and take rest in the village for a while. Nobody would suspect the Dúnedain of being in such a place. The people of Cragknock would not stand a chance against the Orcs, armed as they were with only pitchforks and scythes.

Estel's mind made up, he turned to Halbarad. "We make for the village of Cragknock. Something tells me the Orcs have reached the village already. I fear what we may find."

The older Ranger studied his leader's face for a moment. He, too, feared for the people of Cragknock and what would have happened had the Orcs stumbled upon the small, defenceless village. He nodded in agreement.

"We make for Cragknock!" he called out. Around them, the storm was beginning to die out. The rain and sleet has ceased, and the wind had lost its rage.

The Rangers did not question either of their leaders. Instead, standing up, they grabbed their packs and secured their weapons. They knew Estel and trusted both his judgement and his heightened senses. If he felt there was something wrong and wanted to investigate, they knew he had a good reason to.

Guided by Estel and Halbarad, the Rangers moved as one, swiftly navigating their way through the swaying trees. Branches snagged at their clothing and faces, and the wind whipped through their hair as fallen leaves blew in front of them, obscuring their vision.

"Strider! Over here!" one of the Rangers shouted. "I've found a body!"

Estel strode over as the Ranger turned a body over to reveal a middle-aged man dressed in farmer's clothes, his throat slashed. Estel crouched down and gently closed the farmers lifeless eyes. Judging by the black lines spreading around the fatal wound, the man had been killed by an Orc blade.

"Estel, I think you need to see this!" Halbarad called over his shoulder, standing on the edge of a small cliff, gazing down into the valley below. Estel stood up, the rest of the Rangers following him. Stepping around the smaller trees that gathered at the edge of the forest, they gazed down the slope at the small village. Strong and brave as they were, more than one of the men felt a great sorrow tug at their hearts at the desolated scene that lay before them in the small valley. It was a sight none of them would forget.

Nestled at the base of the large hills lay Cragknock, or what was left of it. The village lay in blackened ruins. Smoke rose from the destroyed buildings in thick grey columns, blowing across the countryside in swirls by the dying wind. Not one house was left standing.

The land around the village was blackened and burnt, winter crops destroyed, and animals slaughtered. The heavy rain had put out the majority of the fire, but dying red embers could be seen scattered around, glowing faintly among the ash. Human and Orc bodies lay strewn around the surrounding land. The smell of burning and death was almost overwhelming. For most, the storm had been a blessed relief after many weeks of no rain, but now the rainwater mixed with the ash, covering the ground in a layer of mud as high winds carried the stench of death and destruction over the land.

Estel stood, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword, and gazed down at the once small, bustling village. Now it was nothing more than an empty, burnt shell.

Halbarad moved to stand beside him. "We should check it out, just in case there are any survivors. If not..." He shrugged sadly. "It might help us discover where this pack of Orcs is heading towards or what their purpose is."

Estel nodded, his face grim and his grey eyes saddened. He knew the chances of survivors were slim, but there was the possibility that some had escaped into the hills and would soon return to the village to seek their loved ones.

"Check for survivors," he told his men crisply, his voice gruff with emotion. The Rangers nodded, quickly scrambled down the small slope, and entered almost hesitantly into the destroyed village. Estel followed at a slower pace, wishing he could have done something to prevent the slaughter.

Halbarad gave his arm a quick squeeze as he passed. "There was nothing you could have done. These Orcs will stop at nothing to get what they want."

It was with a heavy heart that Estel moved his way through the blackened and charred buildings that had once been people's homes, all that was left now of what once was a lively, happy place. He mindlessly stepped over the bodies of Orcs as he wandered through the burnt village. Spying a still smouldering pile of wood to his left, he reached down and pulled out a branch, gently blowing on it as he coaxed the glowing embers to burst into flame. Holding the now-flaming torch ahead of him, he surveyed the disarray around him.

The people of Cragknock certainly put up a good fight, he thought as he mindlessly noted the number of Orc bodies littering the ground. The Ranger sighed deeply. He had little or no idea why the Orcs were plundering and destroying the countryside. He knew they were vile, evil creatures with a craving for blood and death, but never had he seen a pack so determined to destroy every living creature that lay within their path. It did not make sense. It was as if they were either taking joy from killing every human they came across, or else they were hunting for something...or someone.

"Anirnë hene beriad i chun un. Ned Imladris nauthant e le beriathar aen." The words his foster father had spoken to him came back to Estel as he stood among the wreckage. "She wanted to protect her child. She thought that, in Rivendell, you would be safe." Elrond's rich voice drifted through his mind. "In her heart, your mother knew you would be hunted all your life, but you would never escape your fate."

Shoving an Orc's body out of the way with his boot, Estel moved closer to what was once one of the larger houses. The rafters holding up the roof had caved in, bringing down the ceiling and crushing the supporting beams of the walls. The door was hanging off its hinges, and swung idly in the light breeze, making an eerie creaking sound in the silence of the ruined village.

Stepping over the rubble, Estel pushed the door open and peered inside, careful of his head. The walls were black with ash and any furniture was burnt beyond recognition. He moved the torch around, taking in the scene before him. There were a number of Orc bodies littering the floor, suggesting a fight had taken place. In light of the flames, a flash of metal caught the Ranger's eye. Frowning with curiosity, Estel entered the house, climbing over bodies and broken rubble until he reached the far side of the room. There he spotted a sword stuck into the neck of a gruesome Orc. He pulled it out in one smooth motion and looked at it carefully, turning it over in his hand. The metal underneath the blackness of the Orc blood gleamed a bright silver.

It must have once belonged to a Ranger, he decided, for there were faint inscriptions down the side of the blade, though he could not make them out properly in the dim light of the torch. But why would a Ranger's sword be here? As far as he knew there were none who had been claimed missing. He slid the sword into his belt. Perhaps Halbarad would know more.

With sadness clouding his heart, he turned to leave, but halted in his tracks when a soft mewling noise, almost like a sob, reached his ears. He turned back sharply, trying to place where the sound had come from.

Listening intently, he slowly picked his way deeper into the burnt house to see if he could hear the sound once more. Nothing but silence reached his ears. It must have been the wind, he thought with a shake of his head, deciding that it was merely playing tricks with his mind. However, as he went to move again, his heartbeat sped up as the noise reached his ears once more. It sounded pitiful, like an animal in distress or…a child crying.

Carefully, Estel made his way further into the ruin, stepping over the charred remains of furniture and stone. Another pitiful sob, followed by a softer one, reached his ears, coming from the back of the building and to the left of where he was standing.

Estel cursed as he tripped over a large stone, dropping the torch in his haste to catch himself before he hit the ground. Immediately, the noise stopped. "Is there someone there?" he called out tentatively.

There was dead silence save for the rusty creaking of the door. The sound of his voice must have frightened whoever—or whatever—it was. Cautiously, he made his way through the ruined house, searching for the source of the noise. Towards the rear of the house, he spied a collapsed doorway and made his way over to it. He wedged his torch into a gap between two stones and studied the cave-in. A piece of wood had become trapped between the rubble and the floor, creating a small gap at knee height. Estel knelt down and tried to peer into the darkness using what little light the sputtering torch offered.

"Is anyone there?" he called softly into the gloom, his voice low and calm, not wanting to scare the owner of the faint noise.

"W-who are you? Wh-what are you?" a small, scared voice answered him.

Estel closed his eyes and exhaled deeply. Valar, it was a child, a very young one. By the sound of his or her voice, the youngling must be trapped behind the pile of rubble blocking the doorway.

"My name is Estel, little one. I am a Ranger. Do not worry, I will not harm you." Estel wondered how he was going to get the child out. He cast his eyes over the blockage. It looked unstable and liable to collapse at any moment. "Are you injured, little one?"

"I-I cut my leg and… and it's trapped under something and… and I'm really thirsty."

The small voice broke off in a sob, and Estel felt his heart go out to the child. "Don't worry, I will get you out of there. Just remain calm for a few more moments," he murmured softly as he stood up. Mentally, he labeled the child as a female for her voice was high and reedy.

"Please don't go!" the small voice called out. "Please don't leave me alone. I'm scared!" Her voice was dry and cracked as she choked back a sob.

Estel crouched down and spoke into the gloom, "I will be back, I promise. I will not abandon you here." He jammed the flickering torch into the gap in the rubble. "Can you see the light, little one?"

"Yes," she said with a sob.

"Keep looking at it. I will be back soon, alright?"

Leaving the house as quickly as he could, he searched around wildly for any of the other men. He found Halbarad standing near one of the buildings at the entrance of the village and swiftly walked over to him. "Halbarad!" he called. The older Ranger turned to face him, his eyes grim and sorrowful.

"Strider." He dipped his head. "We are ready to depart. The men found no survivors." Towards the far end of the village, Estel could make out several large fires burning brightly. Halbarad gestured towards them. "We cremated the remains of the villagers. We did not want them left to the wild animals. The Orcs we burned." He pointed to another fire further outside the village. "Imrathorn and Arendur are leaving to warn Strayton of any possible attacks in—"

"We cannot leave," Estel told him sternly, cutting across Halbarad's words. "There is a child trapped behind a pile of rubble. Possibly injured, but most surely alive."

Halbarad stared at Estel incredulously before looking over his shoulder at the crumbling building Estel had emerged from. "A child? In there? Are you sure, Strider? That building is nothing but a pile of rubble."

Estel nodded, his face grave. "I know it is."

"Can you be sure it is actually a child and not just the wind playing with your mind?" Halbarad raised one eyebrow questioningly.

Estel gave the older Ranger a hard look. "I think I can tell the difference between the wind and a child's voice. I have spoken to the child; I am sure that it is a little girl and she seems coherent enough, but she is very frightened, in need of water and is most likely injured," Estel said grimly. "She is trapped behind a curtain of debris from where the roof collapsed and has essentially been buried alive. However, it is unstable and I did not want to chance moving the rubble alone. I feared that I would cause the child or myself injury.

"Well I am glad you had the sense not to do that." Halbarad's voice held a note of sarcasm. "Men, come over here; we have a trapped child, and we need to get her out."

"A child?" a Ranger by the name of Kril asked in disbelief. "How did they escape the slaughter?"

Halbarad silenced him with a glare. "Don't ask questions, just follow orders," he told the younger man crisply.

The Rangers shared surprised glances, but said nothing as they followed after Estel and Halbarad.

When they arrived back at the burnt ruins of the house, Estel, Halbarad, and two other Rangers entered, leaving the rest outside, for no more would fit inside the crumbling building. Halbarad frowned when he saw the collapsed doorway. It was clear that to remove the heavy wooden beams to clear the doorway, it would cause the unstable stone fragments to dislodge and bring the rest of the house down on top of them all. "Strider, we can't remove all that rubble. It would be foolish. The best we can do is to make an opening big enough for one of us to climb through and reach the child," Halbarad pointed out. "You said her leg was injured? We cannot expect her to come to us, even though that would be simpler."

Estel rubbed his chin thoughtfully before nodding in agreement. "But we must be careful. She is frightened; I could tell it from the sound of her voice. Let me speak to her first and explain what we are going to do." Without waiting for an answer, Estel knelt down at the small gap and tugged the dying torch away. "Little one, can you hear me?"

For a few moments, there was no reply, and Estel began to worry that perhaps the child had fallen unconscious or that it had been his mind playing tricks with him again. But then he heard a small voice.

"Yes. I want to get out!" The child's voice shook with the sound of panicked breaths. "I'm scared."

"We are going to, little one, but I need you to stay very still for me. We are going to try and remove enough of the rubble to make a hole. Then I will climb in to you, alright?" Estel waited for a response.

"Alright" came the soft reply.

Carefully, the four Rangers began to pull bits of burnt wood and stone away. It was painstakingly slow, but soon they had made a hole large enough for Estel to slip in through.

"Are you sure you will fit?" a Ranger named Arador asked, suspiciously eyeing the hole and then Estel. "Would it not be better if Kril went in to get her? He is not as tall as you."

Estel shook his head. "No, I will fit, besides, the child has heard me speak; there is a chance she might not fear me as much as another." With a nod to Halbarad, Estel eased himself through the gap, reaching back for the torch Halbarad handed to him. He blinked a few times, trying to get his eyes to adjust to the gloom behind the rubble. "Where are you, little one?" he called out softly holding the torch up.

"Over here, near the back."

Cautiously, the Ranger picked his way in the darkness over to where he hoped the child would be. In the little light he had, he could just make out the tiny figure of a small child, no more than six or seven years old, curled up in a corner at the far end of the collapsed room.

"Little one, are you there?" Estel whispered softly, not wanting to startle the child as he crawled over the rubble, pieces of sharp stones digging into his knees.

"I'm here," the child's voice whispered back.

Estel sighed with relief and crouched down in front of her. He couldn't make out much, except that the girl had dark, shoulder-length hair obscuring her face and was clutching something small in her hands.

"Are you alright, little one?" Estel asked kindly as he reached out and gently brushed the girl's hair away from her features.

The young girl whimpered and pulled her head away from the Ranger's touch. "My leg hurts!" she sobbed. "It's caught under something and I can't move it."

Estel gently felt for her legs in the dark and found the one that was trapped under what seemed to be a wooden beam. Most likely from when the roof collapsed, he thought as he felt the small limb for any breaks. There were none, but he hissed between his teeth as he ran his hands along the injured limb and discovered a jagged gash running along her thigh. The girl cried out softly when she felt Estel's hands on the cut.

"I am sorry, little one. I did not mean to hurt you." Estel withdrew his hand and placed it over the child's.

"W-who are you?" Where did you come from?" the girl asked, still wary of trusting this man who had come to help her.

Estel could hear the underlying fear in the child's voice. "What is your name? My name is…." He paused for a moment considering whether or not to tell the child his name. "My name is Estel and I am a Ranger. I will not harm you. I promise you."

The child hiccuped and seemed to eye him warily. However, the reply of "Darrell" came in a small whisper.

Estel was mildly surprised when he heard the girl's name. "An unusual name for a child," he murmured to himself. "We will talk about it later. First, let's get you out of here." He said the latter part loud enough for Darrell to hear. "I am going to slide my hands under the wooden beam and lift it off your leg, and I need you to pull your leg free. Can you do that for me?"

Darrell nodded and tensed as she felt the man slide his hand between her leg and the wooden beam. She cried softly in pain as Estel carefully lifted the broken beam off her leg, the jagged end of the wood catching in her clothes and pulling the material across the now-reopened wound. The pain in her leg increased as she tried to move it, and she bit her lip to stop herself from screaming. "Please stop! It hurts!" She feebly tried to push the Ranger's hands away from her.

"Hush, child," Estel murmured distractedly. "Hold on, almost there. Try not to move if you can."

"Have you got her yet, Strider?" Halbarad's voice drifted through, slightly muffled. "I don't think the roof will last much longer."

Oh, please keep quiet! Estel thought, frustrated. He was doing his best as quickly as he could. With one hand, he tried to steady the child, cautioning her to remain still while he pulled the beam away from her.

But after being trapped for so long, all Darrell wanted to do was to move, to get away. Her fright instincts kicked in and she tried to push herself up, but immediately her head swam from the lack of food and water. Combined with the blood loss, it made her feel nauseous and lightheaded. She gasped and tried to grab ahold of something to stop herself from falling as she felt her consciousness leave her, and she fell into blackness.

Estel dropped the wooden beam and quickly caught her as she collapsed forward. He gently touched her forehead and frowned when he felt the unnatural heat radiating off her. It was clear that she was unwell. He felt something warm and wet trickling over his fingers, and realised it was blood from the wound in Darrell's leg. The wooden beam must have been holding the wound closed, and now that it was removed, there was nothing to staunch the blood flow.

Cursing softly under his breath, Estel scooped the child up in his arms as best he could in the small space, amazed to feel how little Darrell weighed in his arms. Obviously, the child was starving and dehydrated. Valar only knew for how long she had been trapped.

Carefully cradling the unconscious child against his chest, Estel crawled back over the rubble, pausing momentarily to pick up the cloth toy as he made his way back over towards the hole in the rubble. "Here, can you take her?" Gently, he eased the child out through the hole into the waiting arms of Halbarad, then climbed out himself.

Another Ranger helped him through to the other side while Halbarad watched, the limp child cradled in his arms. Estel nodded his thanks to both Rangers and took Darrell back into his arms, supporting her head closer to his shoulder as they exited the destroyed house.

The rest of the Rangers, who had gathered near the house, shifted and sent sympathetic glances at the child lying limply in Estel's arms he emerged from the ruined building. Rough and rugged they might be, but the men still had hearts, and all of them felt sorry for the small girl Estel carried.

Halbarad placed two of his fingers against the child's neck. He could faintly feel the light flutter of her pulse under her skin and the unnatural heat radiating from her, knowing immediately she was ill. "Strider...?" he asked uncertainly, his eyes betraying his worry.

Estel looked over at him. "We cannot stop here. She is ill, Halbarad, and needs medicine. She will not last long without it. I fear she has suffered much. But first…" He crouched down on one knee and shifted Darrell in his arms to reveal her leg. "Halbarad, there are strips of cloth in my pack. Take one and wrap it around her leg. The beam she was trapped under was helping to keep the wound closed. I will need to treat it later, but there is no time to do it here."

The older Ranger did as he was asked, wincing as the child whimpered and tried to shift away from his calloused but gentle hands as he wrapped the strip of cloth around the wound.

"Easy there, little one," Estel murmured, tightening his hold slightly on the child as Halbarad tied off the end of the bandage.

With ease, Estel stood and quickly strode forward, wrapping the folds of his leather coat around the child to shield her from the bite of the cold northerly wind blowing through the destroyed village. Halbarad signalled for the rest of the Rangers to follow.

Nobody saw the band of Rangers slip away from the destroyed village into the darkness of the night, taking with them the young girl who had many secrets that were yet to be discovered.

Or did they?

Somewhere, deep within the trees and undergrowth on the far side of the burnt remains, a bush shook as a branch was snapped back.

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