Hi! This is my first fanfiction for this site and I hope you enjoy it. Of course, I DON'T own any of the characters, but anything original is mine.
Aredhel's name meant "Noble Elf". She always wondered if she was one. Well, maybe not noble. Just an elf. For whatever she was, Aredhel was not noble. She was just an eleven year old orphan. She had spent her entire life in an orphanage. Aredhel's parents were, in all probability, dead. The girl had no living relatives. She did not remember her parents, being an infant when they (in all probability, remember) died. Life in orphanages, lived by a person like Aredhel, is unpleasent. Aredhel was brighter than most children, for example. It did nothing to help her popularity. That was why she did not think twice when the opportunity to change orphanages presented itself. It was on a cold, rainy, no good day. Aredhel was in the library, as usual. It was a small room with one still smaller bookshelf containing musty old books. The library was the only place she was safe, the only place were the iliterate mockers never disturbed her. Aredhel was reading an unsurprisingly gory tale about some dwarves and an orc named Azog when Fasthild came in with a boy named Helm. Ah, yes. Those two. They were usually the first ones to make fun of her.
Fasthild had mouse brown hair and mouse brown eyes. Helm was tall and awkward, with freckles, sandy blond hair, and dull gray eyes. Neither of them were particularly good looking.
" Aredhel", said Fasthild, " Goldwine wants to see you." When Goldwine, the orphanage director, wanted to see an orphan, it usually meant that he or she was in trouble. Helm snickered "you must be in really big trouble." Aredhel put down her book and began the journey to Goldwine's study. The hallway between the library and the study had long panels of mirror, so when Aredhel walked down the hall, it looked like five Aredhels were taking the same path. The Aredhels walking down the hallway all had blond hair, not unsusal in Rohan ,(the part of Middle Earth were most of this tale takes place,)substantially clean faces, (not unusual for people who valued cleanness,)substantially dirty shoes, (not unusual for children, especially eleven year olds,) and unsubstantially gray, but substantially green eyes. Finally, Aredhel made it to the study. For now, she was a girl who thought she was in trouble, an impression that would be dispelled then, but would prove true in another time. Aredhel's life until that point was a prelude to misfortunes. Not just misfortune.
Joy and sorrow.
Fascinating discoveries.
Danger.
Friends in unexpected places.
