"...You cannot take her away from me." cried a woman hugging a newborn child tightly to her chest.
"We will be putting her in mortal danger if we allow her to stay here." said the elven lord avoiding to look into the woman's eyes.
"I will protect her. With my life I will protect her! Please, she is all I have." she sobbed.
"But that is not enough Aara. She is safe for now. But we cannot keep watch on her forever. If they find her.. If they take her.." he trailed off "She must be kept away. As far as possible. Until it is time for her to return and conquer him."
"He is her father," spoke another voice, "how do you know she won't join forces with him if she shall return?"
"We must give her a chance" answered Lord Elrond looking at a young elf "Her power is great," his eyes traveled to a tiny form sleeping peacefully in her mother's arms "We can use all the help we can get."
"What must I do?" asked Aara helplessly.
"Give her to Gandalf, he will take her to the land of men where magic cease to exist. Where the great eye cannot see."
It was 2:00 am on December the 14th. Three girls were sitting in a cluttered bar, celebrating the 18th birthday of Isil Tolken. She was the shortest of the three, with slightly pale skin, pointy nose, black raven hair that came down to the midst of her back and eyes that were metallic gray. Overall her looks were distinct and made her stand out in public. That night she was wearing a black short dress that two of her friends begged her to put on and her favorite biker boots that she wore despite her friend's protests.
"C'mon Isil, one more shot!" pleaded the platinum blonde with huge brown eyes grinning at her friend.
"Nah I'm good Lia" Isil was already feeling tipsy and the atmosphere around her made her dizzy.
"It's your birthday! Have some fun, dammit" slurred Lia holding on to the bar table to prevent herself from falling off her chair.
"Someone had a little too much tequila" smirked another girl named Addy, who had a black bob cut. She grabbed her friend's elbow, and Isil laughed as two of them failed to maintain balance and tumbled to the floor.
"Okay I'm getting us a taxi" she said trying to fish out her cell phone out of her purse. Going through her stuff, her hand ran into a cold, smooth object that she recognized as her trusty taser. It saved her from being mugged twice, and from being dragged into a creepy van once. Living in New York she learned not to leave her home without that wonderful possession.
Finally finding her phone she order a cab and dragged her friends out of the door. The two were signing 'I will survive' on the way out and earned a couple of stares from the strangers.
"What are you looking at, goatee?" barked Isil at the guy who looked at them for a little too long. The guy looked away quickly, suddenly finding a ripped up poster of Katy Perry interesting.
"Dammit, where is that asshole" muttered Isil getting uncomfortable from holding both of her friends up right. She was tired from all the dancing and all she wanted was to go home, crash on her soft bed and drift off to sleep.
When Addy and Lia were taken home safely, Isil realized she spent her last money to pay for their ride.
"I HOPE YOU ROT IN HELL FOR THIS!" yelled Isil as she was kicked out of the cab after punching the driver in the nose for offering her 'an alternative'.
"Creepy fucking jerk" she muttered angrily picking up her purse and kicked an empty soda can. She was six blocks away from her home. Walking at this hour was not wise even for her, but it seemed like the only option.
On her way home, she ran into a drunk couple eating at each others faces, an alerted looking short, bald guy in a business suit, and a homeless dude who was too kind to offer her a molded piece of pizza, which she politely refused to take.
When she was finally coming up the steps to her apartment, she turned the key in the keyhole and entered. Kicking off her boots she mindlessly walked through the living room to the kitchen.
When she started to pour a glass of water, she froze. Her eyes slowly widened at a sudden realization. Gripping the glass in her hand like her life depended on it, she took a few steps backwards into the living room and slowly turned to face the three figures that stood there.