Disclaimer: I do not own Middle Earth or LOTR. All I own is the story line
and a few of the characters that I made up such as Nefaratoiel.
Prologue
"Stop it!" A young child demanded. "Please, don't do this." She begged.
The young child was crying. She had no one to run to. Her mother was an elf her father a human. The young woman herself was an elf but her human father's traits were evident. Her hair was midnight black and she had cloudy gray eyes. Her features were dark, darker than any other elves. She was crying because her father was beating her mother again.
Her mother had been kidnapped 25 years ago by a man who lived on an island on the coast of middle earth. The man had given the elven maiden to his son as a gift. But the elven maiden did not wish to stay there and one night she tried to escape. But the young man caught her and beat her for the attempt. After that her he bound her to a bed at all times. He took great pleasure in raping her and when he was drunk he would beat her mercilessly. 15 years ago the elven maiden had gotten pregnant with child.
The young man decided to let her have the child; after all it would belong to him. That's how he saw his daughter, as property not family. She had his hair and his eyes that was obvious for her mother had clear blue eyes and strawberry blond hair. But other than her hair and eyes she was the spitting image of her mother though still very young. The young man had thought to sell her or perhaps use her as he used her mother but what he had not anticipated was that she would be slow to come into maturity.
Due to elven immortality, they matured slower than humans did. It would take the child 100 years before he could sell her off. The elven maiden had not told him this when she begged him to allow her to bear the child. For that reason he cut out her tongue. The young child had never learned her mother's name because her mother could not speak and her father had never bothered to learn it. Before her tongue was cut out the elven maiden named her daughter Nefaratoiel. Her father thought it a silly name and simply called her Atoiel. The only reason she knew her real name is one night when her father had been drunk he had said it. Nefaratoiel never told anyone her true name, she always pretended that she thought her name was Atoiel.
She was 15 very young for an elf, and her father was drunk again. His health was failing and he shouldn't drink, but he was never one to listen to others. He was once again beating Nefaratoiel's mother and all Nefaratoiel could do was plead with him to stop. It never worked. It only resulted in getting a beating of her own. He turned from beating Nefaratoiel's mother and started to beat Nefaratoiel. Nefaratoiel was young and her body couldn't handle the beatings. She collapsed after a couple of blows and barely had the strength to draw breath. He returned to beating her mother. Her mother cried out in anguish but there was nothing Nefaratoiel could do. Silent tears streamed down her face as she listened to her mother's anguish.
And so things continued this way for as long as her father lived. 67 years after Nefaratoiel's birth, her father finally passed away. She shed no tears due to the old mans passing and even though she knew he was dead, he still haunted her dreams. Nefaratoiel had dressed her mother properly as soon as the old bastard was dead. She helped her mother to stand and stretch muscles that had not been used for years. It took a year and Nefaratoiel was only 68, before her mother could walk without the need of someone's help. They bought passage on a boat that would take them to the shores of Middle Earth and away from that godforsaken island. Nefaratoiel was a quiet child that did not run about and play. She looked at everything seriously and always thought things through. Her mother and her lived in a forest close to a human village for a long time. She learned to read and write and that was how her mother communicated to her. Nefaratoiel was 1342 when they had to leave that home due to the expansion of the human city. They became wanderers. Nefaratoiel's mother always led them around Mirkwood, Rivendell, and Lothlorien. They never visited the elves. Nefaratoiel had often wondered why. Her mother had taught her elvish, it took a long time to learn. But Nefaratoiel was a dedicated student and caught on quickly. She also learned the dialect of Mordor, Orcs, and Dwarves. She could communicate to anyone and everyone. Her first language was that of man.
While travelling through Gondor, Nefaratoiel's mother was killed and Nefaratoiel was alone in the world. She didn't know where to go so she kept wandering. When she was 1789 Sauron the deceiver returned and Nefaratoiel hid in the mountains till the shadows passed. When the shadow was gone she continued to wander, not knowing her place in life. And so our story takes place after the fall of the shadow and the reconstruction of Middle Earth.
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Well it's just a start. C ya! R+R svp
Prologue
"Stop it!" A young child demanded. "Please, don't do this." She begged.
The young child was crying. She had no one to run to. Her mother was an elf her father a human. The young woman herself was an elf but her human father's traits were evident. Her hair was midnight black and she had cloudy gray eyes. Her features were dark, darker than any other elves. She was crying because her father was beating her mother again.
Her mother had been kidnapped 25 years ago by a man who lived on an island on the coast of middle earth. The man had given the elven maiden to his son as a gift. But the elven maiden did not wish to stay there and one night she tried to escape. But the young man caught her and beat her for the attempt. After that her he bound her to a bed at all times. He took great pleasure in raping her and when he was drunk he would beat her mercilessly. 15 years ago the elven maiden had gotten pregnant with child.
The young man decided to let her have the child; after all it would belong to him. That's how he saw his daughter, as property not family. She had his hair and his eyes that was obvious for her mother had clear blue eyes and strawberry blond hair. But other than her hair and eyes she was the spitting image of her mother though still very young. The young man had thought to sell her or perhaps use her as he used her mother but what he had not anticipated was that she would be slow to come into maturity.
Due to elven immortality, they matured slower than humans did. It would take the child 100 years before he could sell her off. The elven maiden had not told him this when she begged him to allow her to bear the child. For that reason he cut out her tongue. The young child had never learned her mother's name because her mother could not speak and her father had never bothered to learn it. Before her tongue was cut out the elven maiden named her daughter Nefaratoiel. Her father thought it a silly name and simply called her Atoiel. The only reason she knew her real name is one night when her father had been drunk he had said it. Nefaratoiel never told anyone her true name, she always pretended that she thought her name was Atoiel.
She was 15 very young for an elf, and her father was drunk again. His health was failing and he shouldn't drink, but he was never one to listen to others. He was once again beating Nefaratoiel's mother and all Nefaratoiel could do was plead with him to stop. It never worked. It only resulted in getting a beating of her own. He turned from beating Nefaratoiel's mother and started to beat Nefaratoiel. Nefaratoiel was young and her body couldn't handle the beatings. She collapsed after a couple of blows and barely had the strength to draw breath. He returned to beating her mother. Her mother cried out in anguish but there was nothing Nefaratoiel could do. Silent tears streamed down her face as she listened to her mother's anguish.
And so things continued this way for as long as her father lived. 67 years after Nefaratoiel's birth, her father finally passed away. She shed no tears due to the old mans passing and even though she knew he was dead, he still haunted her dreams. Nefaratoiel had dressed her mother properly as soon as the old bastard was dead. She helped her mother to stand and stretch muscles that had not been used for years. It took a year and Nefaratoiel was only 68, before her mother could walk without the need of someone's help. They bought passage on a boat that would take them to the shores of Middle Earth and away from that godforsaken island. Nefaratoiel was a quiet child that did not run about and play. She looked at everything seriously and always thought things through. Her mother and her lived in a forest close to a human village for a long time. She learned to read and write and that was how her mother communicated to her. Nefaratoiel was 1342 when they had to leave that home due to the expansion of the human city. They became wanderers. Nefaratoiel's mother always led them around Mirkwood, Rivendell, and Lothlorien. They never visited the elves. Nefaratoiel had often wondered why. Her mother had taught her elvish, it took a long time to learn. But Nefaratoiel was a dedicated student and caught on quickly. She also learned the dialect of Mordor, Orcs, and Dwarves. She could communicate to anyone and everyone. Her first language was that of man.
While travelling through Gondor, Nefaratoiel's mother was killed and Nefaratoiel was alone in the world. She didn't know where to go so she kept wandering. When she was 1789 Sauron the deceiver returned and Nefaratoiel hid in the mountains till the shadows passed. When the shadow was gone she continued to wander, not knowing her place in life. And so our story takes place after the fall of the shadow and the reconstruction of Middle Earth.
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Well it's just a start. C ya! R+R svp