Title: Pseudonym

Author: Lauren

Editor: Ed the Editor (whom really exists)

Rating: R for attempted rape later on.

Disclaimer: Most everything in this story does belong to me and was created with my imaginative mind, but the whole idea of Middle Earth is totally Tolkien's.

Summary: An elf child kidnapped at birth to grow up around men. She was sent out on a mission to kidnap the Prince of Anbrethil, but instead of kidnapping him she fell in love with him. What happens when he finds out who she's working for and the even greater, when she finds out who she really is?

Author's Note: I hope you all like this story. Please keep in mind that this is my first LOTR fan fic. Constructive criticism is always welcome.

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~*Chapter 1: The Prophecy*~

Years ago there was a prophecy that said if two beings share the same date of birth and fate allowed them to come together, they would hold all the power of Middle Earth in their hands, whether it be good or evil was their choice.

The prophecy was slowly forgotten by most, yet some still believed in it...

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Elenion was born to the royal family of Anbrethil. His father, the elvish king, Telnarion, would only have the best for the little prince. He had only one sibling, Endmacar, his older brother.

Aralataien was born to Lord Esgalon, a half-elf of the city Midneve, and Lady Amariswen, an elf. She was the first born of Esgalon and Amariswen and was very special to them.

Both born on the same day, both on the same small island, and both were to have the best of everything. Or so everyone thought...

~*One Month Later*~

Something was wrong.

The feeling Esgalon had wasn't good. There was something bad near, yet he couldn't pinpoint it. The normal sounds of a fall evening were lost to the piercing sound of silence.

Something was wrong.

He got up silently and walked to his daughter's room, maybe the sight of the sleeping child's face would calm him down a little.

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"Have you got the child?" Vanwathulë's voice was like ice as he hissed the question to Rahane, the captain of his small but powerful force of men.

Rahane pulled the still sleeping elf child out of the fold of his dirty, travel-worn cloak. Vanwathulë hastily took the child from the captain, as his son, Adrian, ambled over to tell his father some news. "As I was leaving I saw Esgalon arise from his sleep."

"Did he follow you?"

"No, he seemed to be in a deep trance, he headed down the main hall."

"We have to leave now. If Esgalon catches us, the entire plan is ruined and we will not be able to bend the prophecy to our will. Rahane are all your men here?" Not that he cared much about them, but it was important not to leave a trail behind.

"All present and accounted for, my lord."

"Good. Let's go. Make sure all our tracks are covered" It began to rain as Vanwathulë's small delegation set out silently, each knowing they would pay if they were caught.

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Esgalon arrived at his daughter's door and silently pushed it open. Walking cautiously to the cherry wood crib he had crafted himself, he leaned over, expecting to see the beautiful face of his only daughter, but there were only empty blankets.

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They searched all night and well into the day. Luck was not on their side. The rain that seemed to pour endlessly had washed away all the tracks.

Esgalon did not rest. All day and all night he was out searching. Searching for one sign, but it was useless. Not even with his acute elvish tracking skills, could he find a sign. It was hopeless.

Amariswen watched search parties come in all day. Soaked, mud-plastered, tired search parties. The night before seemed like a dream. This couldn't be happening. Not to her, Aralataien was her hopes and dreams. Since the day she was born, nothing could separate the two. And now, someone had and she didn't even know whom.

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The rain let up four days later. There was still no sign of anyone. Esgalon was beginning to give up hope. He paced around his large study. Books covered the walls. It was his favorite place to be. The large windows let in light that went into every little corner. He was thinking, thinking about his daughter and hoping she was all right.

He had come home two days before worn out, but he could not rest nor eat. He couldn't, not while he didn't know if his only child were alive or not. He wondered why anyone would abduct his daughter. He had no grudges against anyone. Not that he knew of anyway. He felt as though his heart were being ripped from his chest. The thought of his daughter dead, or even worse, in someone else's arms, was literally killing him.

A light knock on the door brought him out of his thoughts. "Come in." His own voice was foreign to him. He hadn't spoken to anyone since he'd come back.

A young elf with blond hair and sparkling gray eyes entered the room and made a quick bow. It was Telpëelin, the captain of his guard and his best friend for many years. "Lord Esgalon, there is still no sign of anyone or anything. We have alerted lords all around to keep an eye out. Some are even sending search parties."

"Thank you Telpëelin. You may go now. Get some rest; you look tired." He glanced at the young elf that tried not to look tired; he had been the same way when he was younger.

"I'm not tir-"

"Telpëelin, I know more than you think. Get some sleep sometime today."

"I will." He gave a quick bow and left the room. Esgalon thought of his daughter. If only he knew if she was all right.

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They were making better time than expected and the rain had covered their tracks. His plan was working perfectly. Mt. Edan loomed on the horizon. The hidden cave would be the best place to stay for while, just until the search for Esgalon's daughter died down a little, maybe he would make it into a permanent residence. He looked at the sleeping child in his arms. Aralataien, a name everyone would be keeping his or her ears out for. She would need a new name. Duriel, that would be her name. Duriel literally meaning dark maiden and that would be what she would become.

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A/N: So what do you think? It's my first serious fic. Read, review, be brutal.