This is for my beta-reader Morwen80. The story is not finished yet, I think I'll split in two or three parts. Morwen, you started to write your own story, but you didn't really wrote it down, you said something like, you weren't able to put your idea on paper? I don't know but I changed your plot just the pairing is the same, I hope you enjoy your story! (You are Nuriel)

Although it's a bit to late for that, but merry Christmas to all of you, I hope you had a few nice days.

(This story wasn't beta-read for the obvious reason that this is a gift to my beta-reader)

Disclaimer: I just play with the characters, I promise, I won't hurt them (this time)

Please review!

Nuriel jerked upright. There was a noise nearby in the forest, which wasn't unnatural because she lived in a forest. But this wasn't a noise she knew, she nearly lived her whole life in the forest and this wasn't a normal noise. This rustle was not produced by an animal she knew and it wasn't produced by an elf or human either, this animal was very load and didn't seem to bother to be quiet. Nuriel pressed herself against the tree and hid from the animal but after a time she turned slowly and saw a big wolf sniffing her trail, it came nearer and nearer. It was bigger than every wolf she had ever seen and had long yellow fangs, it looked really dangerous. Nuriel was afraid, she knew a few techniques to defend herself against Orcs and wild animals and she knew how to shoot with the bow but she just had a long dagger with her and she didn't knew anything about the animal. The wolf was so near now that she could hear it breath and she was sure it could smell her. Shivering with fear, she jumped out of her hiding place and attacked the wolf. It flung her away with it's paw and Nuriel landed hard on the floor she felt her breath knocked out of her lungs. Panting, she stood up and gripped her dagger tighter. She ran towards the animal and cut the it's side open. It howled in pain and drove it's fangs in her side. Nuriel nearly screamed and she felt herself slipping towards unconsciousness but she didn't allow herself to slip away, she knew if she wouldn't kill the wolf now, it would kill her. She collected her last strength and stabbed the wolf through the heart. The last thing she saw before falling unconscious was a figure nearby but she could only see a blurry shadow.

Nuriel woke later, feeling soft sheets and a very mattress. She felt rested although a slight pain in her side. She tried to sit up but gently hands held her down and a voice whispered:

"Careful there, you have been unconscious for a time. Please open your eyes for me."

Nuriel carefully opened her eyes and she was blinded by the bright light in the room so she quickly shut them again. She heard the voice saying:

"Elladan close the curtains please, it's too bright in the room for her too see."

She heard the curtains being closed and opened her eyes again. The soft voice belonged to a man with long dark shiny hair. He looked beautiful ans as he turned to tell the other one something, she saw is ears and was surprised finding them pointy. This man was an elf! The other one looked like the first one, if only a bit younger. As if he had guessed her thoughts, the one near said:

"My name is Elrond and this is my youngest son Elladan. You are in Imladris now, Elrohir, my other son, and Elrohir found you wounded in the forest nearby said you fought against a warg alone with only a dagger." He raised an eyebrow. Nuriel nodded:

"So that is what they are called, I thought it to be a wolf."

She closed her eyes, she was exhausted after such a short time of being awake. She had never felt so weak in her whole life. Suddenly the door opened and an elf with blond hair came inside. He quickly bowed and said afterwards:

"My lord Elrond, your assistance is needed in an other healing room, the healers can't handle a bad wound alone, they asked for your help."

Elrond nodded and followed the blond elf out of the room.

Nuriel tried to stay awake, she didn't want to appear weak in front of Elladan, who was still in the room. As her eyes were closed again, she felt a gentle touch on her cheek and heard Elladan whisper softly:

"It is ok to be exhausted, you are still healing. Sleep, you are safe here."

Elladan's voice lured her into sleep again.

Elladan smiled as he saw that the girl he had brought to his father was asleep again. He had feared for her life as he saw her heavily bleeding on the ground. He had seen the girl going down and rushed to her help but found the Warg already dead. He had run back to Imladris as fast as he could to get her into safety. He and his father had worked hard to heal her, while Elrohir checked the borders and she was still alive. She was strong and Elladan liked that. He caressed her cheek and stroke her hair. Smiling fondly, he left the room quietly.

On the next day, Elladan went into the girls room to check on her on saw her tossing a turning in her sleep. He hurried to her side, to keep her still so she could open her wound again...

Nuriel woke up finding hands holding her down. She let a scream of frustration out and fought against the hands, which held her down. She finally succeed after a long fight and punched the one who held her down really hard. She heard a pained cry and felt the man going away. Surprised, she opened her eyes and saw Elladan holding his face and tried to see what damage she had done. A bruise was forming on his face and Nuriel looked ashamed on her hands.

"I'm sorry.",

She whispered. She didn't want to punch Elladan, he was nice to her but she wasn't used to have someone near, she had lived her whole life alone. She was interrupted by Elladan who put his hand on her shoulder

"It's alright, I know that is an instinct when you're trained as a warrior or life your life in the wildness. I should have been more careful. Now let me look at your wound, I have to see if you torn any stitches."

After Elladan had found, that none of the stitches were torn, he sat back and signed. He went to the opposite of the room to get a cool cloth for his face. Nuriel chuckled softly:

"I have never seen or punched an elf before."

Elladan looked surprised at her:

"You haven't? But you are one, did you live your whole life in that forest, alone and abandoned?"

Nuriel nodded:

"I have lived my whole life there but I wasn't alone, there were animals who kept my company."

"You can stay here in Imladris if you want, my father gladly takes lost souls in."

"I would love to stay here, but I don't want to be a burden."

Elladan grinned:

"you won't be a burden! But if you want to stay here, I have to know more about you, what's your name?"

"My name is Nuriel.

TBC