Prologue

"Khelek," the wizard reached from his horse and placed his hand on the young man's shoulder. "All the darkness and gloom on this Middle-earth, and the earth below, and in the night sky above cannot extinguish the light of one candle."
"Lord Mithrandir...there is small hope and comfort to be found in one candle. Against all the darkness, it is but a feeble light. What good can one light do?"
The old wizard looked straight into the young man's eyes, his gaze seeming to pierce to the very soul.
"There is never only one light, Khelek. Even if you see no others, never forget the Flame that sparks all lights."

A Fanfiction taking place about twenty years prior to the Lord of the Rings. I hope you enjoy. I own nothing.