Cast Out

Disclaimer- I do not own any of the "Lord of the Rings" characters from either the book series by J.R.R Tolkien of the movie trilogy directed by Peter Jackson. I do, however, own Thalyin and Lady Jenece and others you do not recognize. Based more upon the movies and the books.

Chapter 1:

On a tall bed in a large room a beautiful women cried and put her few belongings into a small bag. Two boys, a young teenager by the name of Boromir and an elderly child named Faramir, awoke to the sound of the crying and went to investigate the noise. They reached the door to the women's room and quietly opened it.

"My Lady, why do you cry so?" Boromir asked the women, who looked up startled at the two boys in her door way. Her long, sleek black hair went down to her elbows, she was thin but a small bump showed she was with child, her face was heart shaped and her skin was pale, she looked at the two with dark brown eyes shaped like almonds, surrounded with a thick fringe of numerous, voluminous lashes that caught many of her tears.

"No reason." She replied, wiping her eyes and finishing her packing.

"Everyone cries for a reason, what is yours?" The young Faramir asked as he walked over to comfort the women who had taken care of him since his mothers death several years before, "Are you going somewhere?" He asked noticing the small bag on the bed.

"Yes, I feel it is time for me to take leave of Minas Tirith and of Gondor all together." She said with no real conviction. In all reality it was not her decision to leave, but that of Lord Denethor, the Steward of Gondor and father of the two children before her and her unborn child. She knew that Boromir and Faramir did not believe her and they broke into protests, as she knew they would.

The protests consisted of "No", "You can't leave", and "You shouldn't be traveling in your state." She shook her head slightly and quieted the two, "I have to leave now. You will do fine without me."

"Did father cast you out, Lady Jenece?" Boromir asked with a knowing look in his eye. She couldn't lie to him, and she knew it. Looking up at the two she noticed Boromir had his eyebrows raised in a questioning way and Faramir was looking up at her with tears in his eyes, she nodded causing Faramir's tears to come streaming out of his eyes, down his face, and onto his night clothes and the floor on which he was standing.

Jenece slid off of the bed, got to her knees, and held Faramir's chin in her hand, "Don't cry for me," She said, "We will see each other again, in one way or another. I can see you both growing into fine gentlemen, even if I am not here where you can see me."

Rubbing the salty tears from his eyes and licking them off of his lips Faramir asked, "How can father send you away now? You took care of us all, we could not have survived if it wasn't for you! Father said he lo..." his words stuck in his throat, Jenece looked at him and wiped a solitary tear from his right cheek.

"You father loved your mother, I was not meant to take her place in his heart." She had said this before and wanted to make it clear, "Prehaps your father can not love as he once did, but I am not going to force him. I leave you knowing paths will be crossed and taken, I only hope you can take the right one." Boromir walked up to his brother and the three hugged for a few moments.

"I want you to have this," He held out a ring, solid silver with a large opal, a tree engraved in it. Jenece smiled and thanked him, she knew that he would make sure she had the ring whether she wanted it or not. Faramir wanted to give a gift as well, but had nothing. Close to tears again, he looked about his person for a gift but found nothing. Not wanting to see or hear his brother cry again, Boromir left the room. He arrived five minutes later with a horn, Faramir gladly took it from him and gave it to Jenece, who excepted the gift rather reluctenly, thinking about what Lord Denethor would think when he woke up to find these treasures missing.

They gave their final good-byes and Boromir and Faramir made their way back to their rooms, which overlooked the gate out of Minas Tirith. They watched Jenece ride off with great speed and skill, something they had always admired.

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A day and a half away from Minas Tirith, Jenece finally stopped for rest. The pains in her lower belly were steadily getting more frequent and painful. This frieghted her, she was not meant to give birth for five more months. Hoping it was just stress pain and that rest would make it cease she build up a camp as best she could.

She rested for a day and was back to traveling as soon as she could. Realizing that the pain was stress, she rested easily from then on. She rode as long as she could and made camps when she stopped. The later the months the harder building and riding became. She soon passed a forest and met a small group of elves, whom she learned were exiled from Mirkwood. They trusted her and gave her food, shelter, clothing, and cared for her.

One month after meeting the elves she awoke feeling terrible pain throughout her whole body. The elves came to her aid once again, insisting that she was close to giving birth, while she argued that she was meant to give birth in one months time. The elves were right, as usual, and Jenece gave birth to a tiny baby girl one month before she was meant to. She named the small baby Thalyin, a name she had read in a book at Minas Tirith. All of the elves worried about the small baby, afraid that she would not live.

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Thalyin did live and the sweet baby that the elves loved dearly soon became an energetic young child. At the age of five Thalyin insisted on learning how to use a bow and arrows, short swords, long swords, and throwing knives, as well as learn hand to hand combat. At first Jenece was against having her daughter learn how to fight, but Thalyin persisted and she finally got her way.

Thalyin, or Thal as her mother and very good friends called her, became quite accomplished in her combat training and fluent in elvish. She became almost as fluent in dwarfish, with help from the dwarfs that lived in the mountains at the edge of the forest in which the elves lived. Throughout her life she never forgot the time, when she was twelve years old, that she found a dwarf attempting to cross the wide stream separating the forest and mountains.

"Excuse me, do you need some help with that?" she asked a particularly gruff looking dwarf holding a sack almost as large as himself while walking across a log that had fallen into the stream. She startled the dwarf who threw up the sack, grabbed his axe from his side, and nearly feel into the stream. Her combat skills had increased her reflexes and she caught sack and the dwarf, who was still holding his axe. The axe swung as she held the dwarf and it cut her forearm, leaving a deep bleeding line ¾ of the way up her forearm. She dropped the dwarf with a thud on the wet grass and clutched her arm, tears running down her face. The dwarf stood brushing himself off, looked over at the girl on the ground, and raised his eyes in surprise. He saw the blood and looked at his axe, realizing what he had done.

"I didn't mean..." he trailed off. At that point three or four dwarfs came to the base of the mountain to investigate the noise. They crossed the stream and the largest, most dangerous looking one looked at Thalyin's arm, to the gruff looking dwarf, back to the arm, and back to the dwarf.

"Very well done, Boarad son of Bandouth." he said sarcasticly. He looked very stern, "This young one tries to help, and how do you repay her? Hmmm?" Boarad muttered something about how he didn't mean to and how she shouldn't have snuck up on him. "No excuses." He yelled to the smaller dwarf. At this point the blood on Thalyin's arm was drying, the large dwarf took notice. He pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and wrapped it around Thalyin's arm, "You should get home little one." he said before turning around to walk away.

"Wait, what is your name?" she asked the retreating back in front of her.

He looked around at her, curious as to why she wanted to know, "My name is Chandrelis son of Chanreme, why, what is yours?"

"Well Chandrelis, my name is Thalyin. I wanted to know so I could properly tell you that you shouldn't call me 'little one' because I am almost taller then yourself." She stated looking the Dwarf straight in the eye. Chandrelis raised his eyebrows and started to laugh. He said something about Thalyin being clever. Forgetting that Thalyin should be home the two started talking and when they finally finished she ran home to tell her mother about what had happened that day.

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Thalyin visited the dwarfs everyday and got the dwarfs and elves to act civil around eachother. They were never really friends, but they tolerated eachother for Thalyin's sake, for both groups cared for her dearly. About six years after her meeting with the dwarfs by the stream Thalyin came back from a meeting with Chandrelis, who was sick, to find the makeshift elf village was completely ruined. The houses were burned, bodies were laying lifeless on the ground, and food and supplies had been taken. Thalyin rushed to the rubble that had been her house and pulled all the burnt wood away, she soon found what she was looking for. Her mother was laying under a beam next to Leyorlilan, the head elf. They were both breathing, but close to death. Their eyes flickered open and they noticed Thalyin crying above them.

"Don't cry for us darling." Her mother whispered in a croaking voice. She was staring straight into Thalyin's eyes.

"What happened?", Thalyin asked wiping tears from her eyes.

"Orcs, they are getting more active." Leyorlilan stated simply pulling Thalyin's face down to him and kissing her on the forehead, "You were like a daughter to me, be safe." His hand dropped as he released his last breath and died.

"No, no please." Thalyin whispered, tears flowing out of her eyes once again. She looked over to her mother and clutched her hand, "You can't leave me as well."

"I'll never leave you Thal, I will always be watching over you." She took a sharp breath before going on, "Take these, they were gifts." She whispered hoarsely holding out the ring and the horn that Boromir and Faramir had given her.

"Gifts? Gifts from who?" Thalyin asked looking at the gifts her mother was holding out.

"Yo...your bro...brothers." She stammered trusting the ring and horn into Thalyin's hands. Thalyin was confused, her mother had never mentioned brothers before.

"BROTHERS? What brothers? What are you talking about nana?" She asked, still extremely confused.

"Your brothers, in Gondor, in Minas Tirith." she replied. She had told Thalyin about Gondor and Minas Tirith, but never any family. "Your father is the Steward of Gondor, your brothers will know you by these gifts. I'm sorry I never told you before" She had tears in her eyes squeezing her daughters free hand, "I know you must hate me now darling, but I thought it was best."

"Hate you? Of course I don't hate you, your my mother, I love you." Thalyin was terrified, her mothers face was covered in mud and her hand was ice cold. She held her mothers hand in hers close to her face. The breath in her mothers body was ragged and loud. The veins in her arm blue against the pale skin. Her mothers hand slipped out of hers and landed with a soft thud on the ground, the most deafening sound in the world.

Thalyin cried over her mothers lifeless body for hours. When the sun went down she figured she had better find shelter. The walked down the bank of the stream to the mountain the dwarfs occupied. A small dwarf named Torani let her in the hall and took her to Chandrelis. He saw her tearstreaked face and asked her what was wrong and why she was not at home resting. She told him what had happened and that she was going to leave in the morning, but at the moment she needed a place to rest. He insisted that Thalyin stay with the dwarfs that evening. She gladly excepted, not wanting to argue and Torani showed her to a guest room just off the main hall. After he left she plopped on the bed face down and thought to herself, 'I just found out I have brothers and my father is the Steward of Gondor. My mother is dead and I have no idea what I'm going to do. This is too much, for anyone, for one night.' She drifted into a restless sleep with all sorts of questions filling her head.