The Lord of the Rings: The 4th Age

Part One

It was a sunny spring day in New Haven. The docks were clean, the birds were flying overhead, and the sound of waves of the sea crashing on the rocks was strong. The dock town was empty, long empty. It's natives, the elves, have long been gone. But there were three little people waiting next to a dock. Three hobbits. They were eager for the boat to arrive. Eager to see their friend.
"When do you think he will get here?" One said.
"Soon, very soon." Said another.
"I hope so, it's past supper-time and I am hungry." Said the third.
Then, across the bay, they saw it. A small boat with a single large sail. It's brown wood hull seemed to just fly across the water, with only a light breeze. As it came near the dock, the three hobbits moved to the end of the dock to welcome the passenger. The boat slowed to a stop, and the sails were pulled and tied-up into place. A young elf came out of the cabin and tied a rope from the boat to the dock side. Then another person came from the cabin. Happy faces grew on the three hobbits' faces. They all hugged the returning hobbit.
"Sam! Merry! Pippin! You came!" The hobbit said.
"Of course we came." Merry said.
"Yeah." Sam said "Welcome home, Frodo."
They rode on ponies, back home toward the Shire, home of the hobbit kind. They talked. Talked for a long time.
"So what news of Middle-earth, Sam?" Frodo asked.
"Nothing new. Peaceful, as it's been for the last ten years." Sam said.
"Peaceful and happy." Said Pippin.
A smile crept on Frodo's face.
"Ever since you destroyed the One Ring and killed Sauron, Frodo, times have been wonderful." Merry said.
Frodo reached for his chest, where his wound from the blade of the Witch-King had stabbed him.
"Please, my friends." Frodo said. "Do not speak of those evil times. I do not wish to think of the hard ships, and of those-" He paused. "Of those who died to insure I made it to Mordor."
The others nodded their heads. They too remember the hardships of the Ring, of the battles, of those who died.
"It was a sad time. For those men that were from Rhun and Harad, I regret killing those of whom I did." Merry said. "For was there truly evil in their hearts? Hatred for men of Gondor? We may never know who they really were."
Sam quickly tried to changed the subject.
"Come, let us not speak of old times. Of war." He said. "Let us go, we are near the Shire now, and near home."
Frodo smiled, then said. "Yes, home."
They arrived in the Shire, and as they rode by fellow hobbits, nothing was said. A few waved at Frodo, seeing he has returned, but no parties were made. They then arrived at the Green Dragon Inn, for drinks.
"To Frodo." Sam said for a toast. "For coming home."
"For Frodo." Merry and Pippin said.
They drank their drinks. A flood of memories came into Frodo's mind, of the good times they had in this Inn.
"Frodo, what of Gandalf? Or Lord Elrond?" Pippin asked.
Frodo looked at his empty mug. "They stayed in the Undying Lands. They do not wish to return."
"Why? Does not Gandalf wish to see us once again?" Merry asked.
"He does, but they think it is best to stay behind. Their time in Middle-earth has ended." Frodo said.
"Oh, well, that's alright." Sam said. "Let us go. Tomorrow we leave for Rivendell. King Aragorn, King Eomer wish to see you."
"That's great." Frodo said. "Will Legolas and Gimli be there as well?"
"Yes." Sam said. "They all will. They wish to hear of the Undying Lands as well."
"That is great news." Frodo said.
They stood and left the Green Dragon. Merry and Pippin parted ways to leave for their homes. Frodo left with Sam to go to Bag-End, Sam's, and once Bilbo's, then Frodo's home.
The next day, the group of hobbits set out for the once elven home of Rivendell. They each had a pack, the clothes they got from Gondor years before, and short swords. Frodo himself carried Bilbo's sword, Sting, which glows blue when orcs are near. They rode, told stories, and sang songs along the way. Once it was near dusk, they stopped to make camp for the night.
"This looks like a good spot, eh?" Pippin said under a large tree with long branches.
"Yes, as good as any." Merry said.
They built their camp under the tree. Each hobbit had his own tent. They made a campfire and began to cook their dinner.
"What do we have to eat?" Sam said.
"Potatoes, bacon, fish, and bread." Merry said. "We have more waiting for us in Rivendell."
"Great, let's eat." Frodo said.
As all hobbits before them, the group ate all the food. Hobbits are known for their eating, having several large meals each day, which causes most of their kind to be rather lazy and wide. Once their plates were empty, and pots put away, the hobbits retired to their tents, for a night's sleep.
After a quick breakfast of biscuits, eggs, and sausage, the hobbits started out for the rest of their journey.
"We should be at Rivendell by late-afternoon." Sam said.
"I cannot wait. I hope all is well with Aragorn and the others." Frodo said.
"As do I." Merry said.
"I wonder how Lord Faramir and Lady Eowyn are. They were wed, you know, Frodo." Pippin said.
"Yes." Said Frodo. "So I was told by Lord Elrond."
They rode on for a number of hours, untill they stopped to give the ponies a quick break.
"Only another few miles and we will be there." Sam said.
"Tell me, Sam." Frodo said. "Has any war returned to Middle-earth while I was gone?"
"Well, Mr. Frodo, there have been some attacks on Rohan and Gondow by surviving orc tribes, but nothing too much." Said Sam. "Nothing King Aragorn or King Eomer can't quickly handle."
"That's good to know." Frodo said. "Because I am starting to have a bad feeling about something."
They rode for the last few miles and arrived at the gates on Rivendell. A Gondor captain was there to meet them.
"Ah. King Aragorn told me you would be arriving soon." The captain said. "Come, I will lead you to them."
"Tell me, captain." Frodo said. "My friend tells me Rohan and Gondor has come under attack my some orc tribes, is there any threat to the countries?"
"No, Master Half-ling. "Said the captain. "Our great kings have delt with it."
"But what of this meeting?" Said Frodo. "I see that there is few Royal Guards. Are you not worried some orcs may have followed you?"
"Not at all. We have told as few as possible of this meeting."
They arrived at the meeting hall of Rivendell. Aragorn, Gimli, Legolas, Arwen, Faramir, Eomer, Eowyn, and even Treebeard were there to greet them.
"Master Merry and Master Pippin." Treebeard said. "It is, hmm, good to see you."
"And you too, Treebeard." They said.
"Frodo." Aragorn said. "Welcome back to Middle-earth."
Frodo gave a small bowing nod.
"Thank you, Aragorn." He said.
"Frodo!" Gimli said. "Ten years and no letters? What have you been up to, lad?"
"Nothing special at all, dear Gimli." Frodo said.
"Nothing special?" Legolas said. "Nothing special is how Gimli slays orcs. You, my friend, are a hero."
"Thank you, Legolas."
Gimli mumbled to himself. "Pointy-eared elf." Then chuckled.
"Come." Eowyn said. "We have a feast prepared for us all. I'm sure four hobbits will gladly accept."
"With pleasure, Lady Eowyn." Merry said.
They sat in a large room with a large table in the center. Food coving it all over. As they ate, they told stories of battle, of life, and of the past. Gimli sang Dwarven songs, and Legolas and Arwen sang Elven songs. Until all the food was gone.
"Thank you for supper." Frodo said.
"Yes." Pippin said. "When will be dinner?"
"I forgot how hungry hobbits are." Eomer said.
"Yes, we're an eating kind." Sam said.
They all laughed.
But, as a guard was walking toward them, an arrow shot out at him and struck him in his throat. He fell to the ground, dead.
"Captain Felauil!" Aragorn said.
"To cover, quickly!" Faramir called.
Legolas, with bow in hand, quickly noosed an arrow and shot it into the tree in which the arrow came from. A body fell out. And Gimli ran over to see who, or what it was.
"It's an orc." Gimli said.
"An orc?" Said Aragorn. "How could and orc make it here? Let alone know we were here."
Suddenly, Frodo saw the blue colour of his sword, Sting. He took it out and saw it was bright blue.
"There are more!" He called.
Just then, several more came from the trees. Aragorn called to his guard and drew his sword. The rest drew their weapons as well. Swords clanged and bodies fell. Red blood of man, and black blood of orc feel onto the rocks.
The battle was quick. Four of Aragorn's ten guards were killed, and many orcs slain. Legolas shot two as they charged. Gimli and Aragorn killed five once they reached them, two got past, one was killed by Sam, the other by Faramir. Another five got behind them and attacked Eowyn and Arwen. Eomer, protecting his sister, killed two. Arwen stabbed and killed one with her dinner knife. Pippen and Merry killed the other two. Treebeard killed ten before the rest ran off.
Then Gimli said. "Where did these vile-" He kicked a dead orc on it's back. "Vile things come from?"
"I do not know." Aragorn said. "But we should leave."
"I concur." Frodo said.
"Come, before more arrive." Arwen said.
They, and the remaining guard, left for the stable, and left on their horses for Helm's Deep, in Rohan.
"Something is amiss." Legolas said. "Orcs could not know we were there. And they attacked with such tactics."
"I know." Aragorn said. "Something... Something is wrong."
They rode off, into the night, to Rohan. Aragorn was right. Something is wrong. Something very wrong indeed.

Sweetness, I like it.

Thank you.

I plan to make it a short fanfic, with just a few "parts" rather then "chapters."

Probably five parts at most.

If you want I could post this storie on my fanfiction account. To have other people's views and see if people out of this site like it. I haven't read it yet but I hope to in the future.

Sure, Rose. I'd like that.

I'd like to see what people think of it.

Part Two

They rode through the night, and through the next morning. They did not dare stop. Treebeard left the group to return of Fangorn forest, in order to gather the Ents in case of any orc attack. The rest arrived at Helm's Deep the next late-afternoon. It was now rebuilt. All the damage to the structure, and to the wall, that was caused by the attack uruk-hai years before, had been repaired. Since the battle with Saruman's army, very few have attacked the fortress.
"Have you had any battles of late, King Eomer?" Merry asked.
"A few, my friend. Attacks from small armies of surviving orcs, and men of Dunland still loyal to Saruman seeking revenge for his death." Eomer said.
The men of Helm's Deep quickly opened the gate for the kings of men and their group. They rode up to the the main hall. Inside they sat at a table to speak of what is going on, and what they will need to do.
"It looks as if the orc tribes have a new leader." Eomer said. "Our location was of secret, and no lesser leader could have found us."
"Is is possible we have a traitor among us?" Gimli asked. "I am not sure who to trust since that filth Saruman betrayed is in the War of the Ring."
"That is possible." Legolas said.
"Maybe it's a surviving uruk-hai." Sam said. "They are smarter than normal orcs or goblins, right?"
"That too is possible." Aragorn said. "But whatever it may be, we must end it."
"Do you think whoever is doing this will attack the Shire?" Frodo asked.
"It is possible, sadly." Aragorn said. "We do not know who are leading these fell deeds."
"Should I call horses send Lady Arwen and Lady Eoywn to Minas Tirith, my Lord?" Aragorn's guard said.
"No, I will not leave my husband's side, despite this possible coming of battle." Arwen said.
"Nor will I. We will fight." Eowyn also said.
"Yes, my Ladies." The guard said.
The group spoke the entire night, until dawn light struck Helm's Deep. They spoke of possible enemies, plans of war, and even of Sauron's unlikely return. Which they decided was impossible since Frodo destroyed the One Ring. But during the next morning, as the group of great leaders began to eat breakfast, the doors of the hall open.
"King Eomer!" Gamling, the captain of the Royal Guard of Rohan, said as he entered the room. "A message has come for you, my Lord."
Eomer took the scroll of paper, opened it, and read. It was in Elvish, so he did not understand the language. Instead, he handed it to Aragorn to translate. It said:
"Greetings oh great kings of men. As you may know you were recently attacked by a bang or orcs. I hope not too many of you died. Now, I am sure you are wondering who sent those orcs. Well, it was me. I have finally come to take revenge for the death of Lord Sauron. I have most, if not all surviving orc tribes, and I have those men of Dunland and or Rhun who wish for their chance of revenge. Who am I? You may ask. I am an Ithil'quessir." Arargorn paused. "A Moon Elf. And I will attack the world of Men." Aragorn took another pause, then said the final sentence. "And you will all die."

Do you want it under the books or the movies?

Well, I think it can go under movies.

That's why I didn't discribe how someone looked, how pretty a woman is or how handsome a man is, etc. I kind of figured everyone would just picture how they looked in the movies.

Okay now what would the age group be like 1+, 5+, 9+, 13+, 16+, or 18+.

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Most of this is copied and pasted, for me to fully enter it you need to check the grammar, proofread it and use proper textual formatting.

Alright I edited everything with a spell check. But what do you mean by formatting? This website won't let me use the tab button if that's one thing it means.

And also, I'd put it as the 13+ one. I don't think I'll use any bad language, but I'll probably have stronger violence than the 9+ one. But nothing worse than a PG-13 movie, at the strongest. And that'll be just when I mention decapitation and gore in the battles. Again it won't be much even then.

After seeing the website and I saw that the other Lord of the Rings fanfics were all in the "book" section, I now think it should go in there. Just saying.

What would the summary be?

Hmm... Summary eh?

An ancient darkness arises once again in Middle-earth, and the leaders of men, dwarves, hobbits, and remaining elves must rise up to fight this power, or suffer defeat.

Or something like that, I guess.

I put it under Action/Adventure/Friendship since it deals with battling and how well the dwarfs and those others can work together as kinda like friendship.

Alright.

Thank you, Rose. I really appreciate this.

Brody, the story is getting good.