Disclaimer: I make no claim, henceforth that the noble characters of Mr. J.R.R. Tolkien's Middle Earth, in any way belong to me.
A/N: This story shall most likely turn into one of great anguish. I am aware that this subject has been done before. I promise that this shall not be a Mary Sue, or anything slash. This is the revised edition. Thank you for pointing out the mistakes.
Prologue
It was the time of the Elves, or so they thought. Men were quickly over running the population, and the number of Elves were dwindling. It was soon after the Last Alliance that men began taking Elves as their slaves. Man did not, and still do not realize what a horrible thing this was, or how it would effected their world. They don't know how they effected our world, not Middle Earth.
When I ask about the Elves, you scoff at me. You say Elves are for children, maybe one day, when you read this, you will again be old enough to enjoy Elves. You think they only come in fairytales do you? And that is where you are most certainly wrong. The Elves live among us as mortals. They look like us, act like us, and do what we do. They have come here for safety. What are about to read is account of one of these that I have told you about. This is a story of an Elf.
My name is, Lathtobeth, the only surviving adopted daughter of Finrod. I am an Elf, but I live in the world of mortals. I have very few happy memories of my life in Middle Earth, well, ones that aren't of childhood. I live for a very short time with my father, till I was about 20, which is about ten of the mortal years. Galadriel, my father's younger sister. She raised my as one of her own. I can't help but smile as I think of those happy times. Since I really never knew my father I have always called my uncle, Celeborn, "Atar." I don't think he minded, and neither did Galadriel, whom I fondly called "Naneth." Celebrian and I were raised together as sisters, even though we knew we were only cousins.
I remember the day when she and Elrond first met, it was simply love at first sight. I hated, and have always hated Elrond for taking my Celebrian away from me. It was terrible when he went of to fight with Gil-galad, it nearly broke Celebrian's heart. I think it did break mine, for she never really talked to me again, or freely tolled me all her troubles. This only fueled my hatred for Elrond Peredhil. After she got married, we were separated for eternity. This, this is my story, The Story of an Elf.
It was about seven years after Celebrian had left, I had become a mother to Arwen. We were taking a quiet walk just outside the borders peaceful woods of Lorien. I had always loved the woods best during this time of the year, fall. I loved the reds and oranges of the wood. I guess I related them as being sorrowful colors. I was never gay and joyful anymore, not since that perehil came along and took my cousin. I heard a slight noise, I whirled around, but there was nothing, yet I could sense something. I knew these woods better than anyone, well almost anyone, maybe not Haldir or on of his brothers. Arwen looked questionly up at me, she never spoke. Not since Celebrian had gone away. It was her father's entire fault too, he was suppose to be a great healer. If he was such a good one, then why couldn't he save his own wife, and why did his youngest never speak? I smiled at Arwen, we didn't have to speak, it was as if she could read my mind. I didn't want her to know right then what I was thinking. Suddenly I felt a knife pressed against my throat.
"Don't move or the kiddie dies, Elf." I slightly nodded my head. I was desperately trying to think how we could get away from the slavers, for that what they were. Never had they been so bold as to come so near Lothlorien. The head slaver bent down to Arwen's level, she was terrified. "Now you just run back to your little family and don't you say a word about where your momma is, you hear? If you tell, we'll just have to kill you, and then Momma." Arwen's eyes flicked back and forth between the slaver and me.
"She doesn't know what you're saying she can'..." A hand came flying and hit me square in the mouth.
"I think she understands now, Elf! Now get!" Arwen jumped and ran back the way we came, as fast as her legs could carry her. "Now follow her you lazy..." He let out a string of curses I dare not repeat. I knew Arwen had enough sense not to go back the way we came. I could only hope that she would run into a hunting party of some type. As soon as Arwen was out of sight I began to put up a fight. I always carried a knife, and soon used it. There were many men, and they soon over powered me. I injured many, and had come off unharmed. When they finally got me under control, they began to mock me.
"Now ain't this a pretty thing we have here?" He ran a course hand down my cheek. I pulled back; I had not been expecting that. "A skittish and shy ain't we my pretty. You'll fetch a fair price at market. That is, if we make it." He gave me an evil grin that I will never forget. They tried my hands behind my back and strung a rope around my neck. They all had horses, but made me walk. I don't believe I have ever walked so far in one day. When we finally reached the camp sight I slumped down in a heap, not caring.
"Oh no you don't, Elfie! You's gots to fixed us ours dinner now. Can't be letten you get tos strong for mes to handle." It was a different ruffian now, one that was obviously not well educated. I didn't want to make dinner. I wasn't sure I could without the proper instruments, and use of a stove. He pulled my up by my hair and forced me to do the best I could. I only received meager scraps of what was left over from what they ate. They all brought out alcohol and soon the whole party was drunk. I noticed one young man who didn't seem to be having a good time.
I slowly crept over to where he was sitting, not as if it would have mattered, they were all to drunk to notice, and some had passed out already.
I sat down beside him; I don't think he notice who I was at first, then it clicked. "Oh, um, you shouldn't, uh, be here, you know." I smiled at him; he was obviously not use to being around Elves, even ones that were slaves.
"It's alright." I stared at the embers of the fire before speaking again. "You don't like being here, do you?"
"What makes you say that? I'm proud to care on the family tradition."
"You're not very good at lying, you know. I'm the first Elf you've every seen, aren't I?"
He nodded his head, as if he were ashamed. He looked up. "Am I the first mortal you've every seen?" I laughed silently to myself, to be such an innocent.
"No, no you're not." I had seen my first mortal the day I lost Celebrian, it was Elrond's fault, everything was his fault. If I had not been thinking about him I wouldn't be in this fix.
"What are Elves like?" He asked. I sighed; he was too young, to young to be a slaver. It wasn't fair for him to be so indoctrinated; but I knew that he would soon hate me too.
As I opened my mouth to speak to received a hard blow, it knocked my off balance. "Don't you ever speak to that elf again. You hear me? You hear me boy?!"
I heard a soft, "Yes sir."
"Come here you." One of the slavers dragged my up by my hair again. As soon as I was upright, he planted a kiss on my lips. I tried to pull away, but he held me firm. He smelled and his breath tasted like whiskey. He let up for a breath, and I once again tried to pull away, but this time he struck me. I tasted blood. "You kiss me back or you'll find yourself with more than a fat lip." He slurred, the others hollered and roared at this. He kissed me, but I refused to kiss him back, he forced his tongue into my mouth, I bit down on the soft flesh. He pulled back and roared in pain. He picked up a whip, he raised it high and brought it down, time and time again. I thought I was going to die. I saw him raise it again, but the expected blow never came.
A/N: Thank you Naeth for pointing out all my mistakes, it was quiet helpful. I love constructive criticism, such as Naeth gave me in her review. If you read this, please review. It doesn't have to be long, just tell me is you like it or not.