A/N: I own nothing that didn't come from my own brain! Unfortunately, I do not own the Lord of the Rings or any of the aspects of that series. Please rate and review. Reviews of all types are welcome. Enjoy the story!
My name is Raina Helyanwë, although now I only go by Raina. I dropped my last name when I ran away from the Kingdom of Eglarest when I was six, in human years that is. By then I had learned to take care of myself and, while most elven children would still only be babies, I was a fully grown child and looked like a man youngling. As you see I am a half-breed. But not the kind that originally comes to mind. My mother is an elf.
My father is a wizard.
As you can probably tell, I was a special child. I aged as a wizard would which explains my different growth pattern. I lived in Eglarest and received strange looks for my rapid growth. When most children, born around the same time as I, were still strapped to carriers, I was running around chasing my wizard father. My father, a very powerful wizard, lived in Eglarest with me until my fifth birthday. That is when I began to show magical potential. My mother and the king were outraged. They banished my father from the land never to return. He left in the middle of the night. I didn't get a chance to say goodbye.
I taught myself magic in the privacy of a cave I had found. My mother and the King refused to let anyone know I was half wizard. They didn't want me to learn magic either. I, on the other hand, loved my magic. Even producing a small light in front of my eyes was a magnificent amazement to me. I especially loved my knowledge of language. I understood every word of any language, even the most ancient of languages. A magnificent gift.
I had two friends in this world. They both spent a few years in Eglarest, from my fifth to eighth years. One was also a half-breed of elf and man. This boy was called Estel and was known by many other names. So many names that I did not know them all. But to me, it was always Estel. When I met him, he was of the age of twenty in human counts and looked of a man of twenty. The other boy was the Prince of Mirkwood, Legolas and a half-breed such as Estel. He was closer in age to Estel then to me. He had seen sixteen years upon this earth in human time and looked as any human would. The two had come to Eglarest for a break from life. A yearlong visit with foreign relations was seen as a break for the two boys. I befriend the two quickly, but was afraid to tell the truth of my bloodline. I kept a powerful secret from my two best friends for one reason. Fear.
My mother and the King were cruel people. To their people, they were kind and gentle. To their kin, to me, they were cruel and abusive. When they found out I was truly half wizard, their outrage was aimed at me. The King beat me for the reminder of what his wife did to him. My mother beat me because it was a reminder of what cruelty was thrust upon her by my father. It was apparent that they blamed me for both. I lasted a year before I could take their cruelty no longer. In the cover of night, on my sixth birthday, I whispered a quiet farewell to my two only friends whom were both asleep in their shared quarters. I proceeded to run away, change my appearance, drop my surname, and to be hidden forever. At least, that was the plan.
I changed my appearance quickly. I had previously learned that my hair could take in color from what was rubbed upon it. I covered my hair in mud and wiped it away, changing my stunningly, almost-white, golden hair the dark brown of an Imladris elf. Still in the cover of darkness, I stole away towards Imladris. My father had once told me that if I ever was in need of him to check there first. So that is where I went.
Upon entering the city, I noticed his presence as I always could when I was younger. He was here, and I sought him out. I found him quickly. He was in a garden with an older elf. I ran towards him quickly.
"Raina?" I nodded as I ran over to him. He looked me over and smiled softly. "What happened to you, my child?"
"Gandalf," The elderly elf stood and walked over to us, "This is your daughter?"
I nodded, "Yes, I'm sorry to interrupt sir." I bowed slightly to show respect.
"There is no need for that, child," The elf said. "I am Elrond, King of Imladris. I welcome you." I nodded once more and was silent for a moment. Gandalf led me away from the garden and into his quarters.
"Now, Raina, what happened?" I proceeded to tell him everything that happened after he left. He listened intently and looked shocked for the longest time. As I finished, he told me to lie down and get some rest. I did just that and he went to talk to Lord Elrond. By the time I had woken up I was informed that I could stay here under the alias Lúthien and be an adopted daughter of Elrond. I quickly accepted and have lived in Imladris for the past ten years.
My name is truly Raina and soon, my entire world would be turned around once again. This is my story.