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Summary:
Many years ago a young elfling was left at the feet of the great wizard Gandalf by a gravely injured elf mother who pleaded for him to save the child after her death. Gandalf heeded the request and placed the elfling with the hobbits and there she grew up safely within the Shire. The female elf lived peacefully and happy until the day came when the war with Sauron began. In an attempt to help her dear friend she joins in Frodo’s quest and becomes part of the fellowship, never knowing just what dark part she would end up playing in this war. With friends both old and new she will have to find the strength to conquer the darkness within her and perhaps even find something more than she could have ever imagined. Legolas/OC
Note: First and foremost I apologize if there are any discrepancies within the story that aren’t entirely accurate with both the books and movies, especially if I make anyone OOC, which believe me in my stories I always try not to do that. I love them both although I am not an expert on them but I will do my best. This is the first time I’ve tried writing a LOTR fanfic so go easy on me. It’s the first draft so to speak and I will probably revise the story later on and fix any problems with it, including if I get some things wrong like with the grammar, misspellings, etc. I will be going by the events in the movie as well just so everyone knows while adding in my own things into it so the story will work out so don’t kill me for that, it’s more fun putting things in since it’s only a fanfic. With all that being said I hope you enjoy the story! Critique and advice is always welcome, flames as always will be ignored.
Disclaimer: Everything from The Lord of the Rings belongs respectively to Tolkien and I claim no ownership over it.
Prologue;
The beautiful light of the moon shone brightly within the sky above, illuminating the darkened land of Middle-Earth that lay below. With the full moon resting idly in the ocean of stars all seemed completely quiet in the dark desolate forest. The silence that had once been lingering upon the land was soon broken by a chilling cry that echoed throughout the forest. The scream was followed by the low sounds of panting and bare feet pitter pattering against the dirt covered floor of the forest. A figure ran at great speed through the forest, completely dressed in a dark cloak with a hood up so their face could not be seen. Within their arms was an even smaller being, completely hidden beneath another cloak as well. The sight was certainly a strange one but even more horrifying was the fact that as the figure ran an arrow could clearly be seen embedded within their shoulder. Dark spots were everywhere over the cloak and the air was thick and heavy with the scent of fresh blood. Twisted trees with sharp edged branches hung at all sides of the path the figure was running upon and they ripped and tore at the thin lined cloak, shredding it almost completely revealing a few strands of pure blonde hair.
Finally after running for what seemed like days the figure finally stopped, the hood of their cloak completely destroyed. What the shredded remains revealed was the face of a young female elf with pure blue sapphire eyes that cast downward upon the bundle in her arms. Her face was twisted in both fear and agony as she collapsed onto her knees on the forest floor, the extent of her injuries had finally caught up with her, and she could no longer run. Just hours before the she-elf had been attacked by a band of orcs who tried taking away her child, for reasons not even she could fully understand. During their pursuit she had been gravely injured and her continued determination to run away only made the wounds even worse, the last of which had been an arrow that one of the orcs had shot into her shoulder. The pain was severe but she had pushed on, all for the little body cradled safely within her arms. But now she could no longer go on. The strength she once held was leaving her and she could barely hold her only two year old daughter within her arms. Tears fell freely from the female elf’s pain stricken eyes and fell right onto the face of a little girl as she pulled back the cloak.
The little girl inside the bundle had already opened up her own cerulean colored eyes and was now looking upon the face of her mother from underneath the locks of black hair that had fallen in front of her face during their escape. As she gazed down at the child she could only feel more grief swell up within her heart at what she had done. If only she had at least left her daughter in Rivendell, then she would have been spared this horrible ordeal. It was only her after all that brought such cursed events upon her race, not her child. However she didn’t have the heart to leave her behind, the little girl who resembled her dear love so much. Since his death the grief had weighed heavily upon her heart and the only reason for her existence now was for her daughter, but even that would soon end tonight and it caused even more tears to fall at the thought of such a thing.
What brought her forth from her terrible thoughts was the frightened whimpering her child had let out. “Hush dear one…I promise you, everything shall be fine…” She whispered the tender words and weakly placed a kiss upon the little girl’s forehead. Just when she did so however she felt her heart sink even more when she heard noises coming from ahead of them. Fear consumed her entire being once again at the thought of those monsters having caught up and surrounded her. She brought the little girl closer against her body and shut her eyes tightly, hoping that she was wrong and simply only imagining the noises. However they never stopped, the footsteps drew in closer yet they were not the hard cruel ones of the orcs. These were much softer and calmer than anything else and it gave her the small bit of courage needed to open her eyes and see who it was approaching them.
“Adelia…” The familiar gentle voice of none other than Gandalf reached her ears and just seeing him standing there was enough to put her heart at ease. She remembered the wizard from many years ago when she had come across him while living in Rivendell and felt as though in this moment she had been blessed at him finding her.
“Oh Gandalf…such a sight for sore eyes you are…” She said and with each breath she took she could feel her voice growing fainter. She had to hold on just a little longer though; she had to make sure her daughter was safe.
“Adelia what has happened to you?” Gandalf asked while hurrying over to the familiar elf’s side as she leaned back against a tree, never once letting go of her child. Right away he tried moving the cloak aside so he could inspect her wounds but her hand shot out and grabbed his, onto desperately.
“I have not the time to explain…but I beg of you…Gandalf, please protect my daughter. I fear my time in this world grows shorter with each passing second and I can no longer save her.” Adelia explained while trying her best not to burst into tears once more. It was so hard to speak now and her words had come out slower than before. She wanted to let go so badly but could not just yet, not until she was sure this was done.
With careful movements Adelia loosened her grip upon her daughter who once again looked up from under the cloak, not at all understanding what was happening just now. All she could see was her mother’s tear filled eyes and saddening smile. “Amil?” The child uttered softly and in response she received a tight hug from her mother.
“You must go with Gandalf my little one…he shall protect you in my place so you must listen to what he says.” Adelia whispered into her daughter’s ear while lifting her gaze up at the old wizard who looked down at her almost sorrowfully. He knew of her bloodline and most likely knew the cause behind her departure from home and attack. It was too late to save the mother, that was a face that not even he could deny, but saving her daughter was something he would indeed do as her last wish in this world.
“Amil…” The child spoke again but was silenced when her mother kissed her forehead once more before releasing her from her arms and letting her stand up on the forest floor. “I love you dearly…never forget that. I shall always be with you…Melian…” Adelia spoke while stroking her fingers over the little girl’s cheek but just as they had left her lips her strength had finally fled from her body and darkness began consuming her. She could rest on now, knowing her child would be in safe hands.
“Amil!” Melian cried for her mother when she felt her hand slip away and fallen onto the ground, her eyes no longer filled with the life and light she always saw. What had happened? She could not understand this at all and the worst part of it was yet to come as she felt herself being picked up again, the warm cloak suddenly wrapped around her tightly once more as Gandalf turned and began taking her away from the sight.
There were sounds coming from the distance and although it did pain him to just simply leave Adelia’s body in such a place he had to fulfill the last and only request that she had begged from him. The little elfling within his arms trembled and he could hear the soft sobbing sounds coming from her at being parted with her mother. He said nothing and merely held the elfling comfortably within his free arm as he made his way back to this cart a few miles off where his horse was patiently waiting for him. It would take a few days before he reached his destination and in that time the elfling had not spoken once although he hadn’t expected much after the terrible ordeal she had been through.
It was the third day of their journey when they finally arrived and Melian had just finished eating a small piece of lambas bread that Gandalf had given her earlier to help coax her to eat more. She had even been reluctant on doing that along with speaking anything about what happened with her mother but finally she gave in when hunger consumed her and accepted the bread, taking just a few nibbles out of it every few minutes or so from what he had seen. It only made him hope all the more that she would begin feeling more at ease when they reached the Shire.
The sun was just beginning to rise when they arrived at the home of the hobbits and from the hill they were on Melian could see the peaceful place very clearly from below. It was nothing like home where she and her mother had lived. The hurt inside of her dimmed slightly and curiosity and confusion rose within her now at where they were now. The blue eyes of the little elfling turned and looked up toward the old wizard once more, as if silently asking what this place was.
In response Gandalf smiled gently down at her and moved one of his hands away from the reins of the horse so he could gently pat her head. “This shall be your home now young Melian. Here you will be safe and happy from the dangers of the world.” He reassured her as their eyes met and although he knew both his words and eyes held truth she was still hesitant as she turned and looked back at the shire. This was to be her home now? A home without her mother at her side like she always had been? She couldn’t understand completely the words the wizard had spoken or even what was going on because she was so young.
Gandalf knew it would take much time before she would feel safe again but this was the best place for her and he knew she would be in safe hands here. He could only pray that the darkness that had sought out her mother Adelia did not come for her later in life as well. The curse of their family was said to follow them everywhere but in his efforts he could possibly kee
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