Princess Of Thieves
Troublemaker. That's what all elves of Rivendell call Autheil. She prefers bandit, outlaw and assassin. The trouble is when you love the son of a lord and spend your life on the run from your fate, there are no real differences. When the world is plunged into war, the outlook is bleak for Imladris. Autheil knows her fate is tied to that city and tires to avoid it... but you can't avoid your fate or where your heart lies and like her separate lives fate and love are becoming entwined.
Saerwen screamed again, clutching desperately at the mattress as if it could stop the pain. Mereer the wise woman and high priestess watched nervously as the elven woman's body shook with pain. The midwives were doing all they could but it did not look good. The bothers body was ridged with pain, almost strangled gasps escaped her as she forced life from her body.
Another screen tore from the queen's lips and at the same time a child's wail. One of the healers rushed over and took the baby. Mereer watched the queen grow pale and sink into the sheets, there was so much blood, too much. The oldest healer presses two fingers to Saerwen's pulse. Bowing her head, she stood. "She is dead, our queen is dead, and she had a daughter" she whispered. Mereer bowed her head "I shall tell the king, he will be saddened deeply, and his wrath will be great"
Despite all the kings threats, the preistess could do nothing for her king as he beat his hands against solid stone and pulled at his glorious crown of hair. The elf did not wish to look upon his daughter for fear of the baby killing him to. Eventually when all reason had left the king he turned to her;
"Get it out of my sight. I will summon you when i am ready" He spat she left the room, cradling the new-born, saddened at the fathers rejection.
"He will come round" she told the child as she entered the nursery and prepared a bath for the infant, "he always does. I think you are born to do great things little one, to save us from your fathers rule and madness and to save others too, you shall be a warrior maiden, and so your name shall be, Autheil, life will bless you greatly, my dear, but hush sweet child, you have a destiny to fulfill" The child wailed in protest and struggled wretchedly before sinking her hard gums into Mereers' hand, the priestess laughed and splashed water over the baby.
Once the child was settled she consulted the flames. Nothing had changed. War. Strife and hunger. A girl stained in blood and a world burning around her. This was the life of a princess.