Hey guys! So...this is Denali's story! For those of you that read my Denali One shot stories...here it is! :D For those of you who are just joining our party, Welcome! :D I hope you guys enjoy this first chapter! This may take a while to post chapters in because I'm not keeping a pillow...which is dangerous I know. But, please review and enjoy and follow and like and whatever else you can do on this site that's positive! Just a warning: I'm not very good at Middle Earth speak so it's probably going to slip into our time but I'm going to try my best :D
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~•~ Traveling with Dwarves ~•~
A cruel laughter followed by tortured screams and pleads were the only sounds in the dark cavern in the ground.
A few chuckles from passing orcs broke the silence in the corridors.
"Stop! Stop!"
The lingering orcs looked up with cruel expressions.
A sob was heard and all was silent.
"I'll find him! I'll do anything you want."
A laugh was heard and then, weak pleas.
"Good little Elf…bring me the head of Thorin Oakenshield."
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Naked feet ran through the soft grass covered with dew and joyous clear laughter from voices that glistened like bells were heard.
"Dea-Dea, wait for me!"
Laughter sounded again and the soft swish of hair flying through the wind.
"C'mon, Denali! If you can't keep up, what's the use of practicing!"
Two children ran through the forest, weaving through trees.
Their silver hair flowed gracefully behind them and their graceful moves and pointed ears indicated they were Elves; A boy and a girl, equally beautiful-as Elves tend to be.
"Dea!" The girl cried, quite smaller than the boy and her shorter legs made it difficult for her to keep up with him.
They boy laughed, his blue eyes focused ahead of him, "Last one back home has to kiss a Dwarf!" he called and laughed at the ridiculous notion.
"Ew, Dea!"
They raced back, never tripping and never loosing sight of each other.
They had almost gotten back when Dea, the boy, stopped.
"Denali!" he called, stopping her in her tracks.
She walked over to him, "What wrong, Dea?"
"Something's wrong. Look…"
Denali turned and frowned at the chaos going on in front of her.
Men were running around slaughtering Elves and locked in battle.
"Why are they killing them, Dea?" she asked calmly, as if she was just watching a weird dream instead of her kin being murdered.
"I don't know. Let's go ask."
They were about to step out of the thicket when they saw a familiar Elf.
"Mama!"
"Why are you doing this?!"
One of the armed men turned towards her, "The Dwarves in the hills claim that the Elves stole their stock of Mithril armor that was to be sent to our town to help against the attack of orcs. We have come to reclaim what would be our kin's."
"Have you seen any Mithril when you ravaged our homes?"
The men stopped and thought for a moment, "You are deceiving us. We know you have it."
Denali gasped when the men's swords were brought down upon her flesh and blood.
"Momma!" They both cried, running over as the men moved on.
Her green eyes fell upon her children, "My children…My darlings." she said, holding her arms out knowing that her end had come.
She pulled her children to her, hugging them one last time, tears running down her cheeks, "You must promise me you will look after each other."
They children both nodded, "I promise, Momma."
"That's my good little ones. Get yourselves to Rivendell….Lord Elrond will…take care of you."
She pressed a ring into the boys hands and smiled, "I love you both. From now until the very end."
Tears began to collect in the children's eyes," I love you too…from now until forever." Dea said, rubbing his nose with a sniff.
The mother smiled once more before taking her last breath, her heart beating no longer but her love for her children lasting on.
Tears finally fell from their eyes as they stood in the middle of the destruction, all alone expect for each other.
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Elvish songs echoed around the valley as two young Elves walked wearily along, the smaller supporting the other-both cautiously looking around.
The songs continued, happier and even more ridiculous by every moment.
If you were listening carefully, you would have detected a bit of sullenness touching the songs.
The two made their way to the last homely house on the valley to find Lord Elrond.
When they reached it they were surround by Elves, not hostile-but curious.
They boy collapsed-his legs finally giving out on him.
The girl gently made him comfortable on the ground and turned her steely eyes on the Elves, "I am Denali, daughter of Silverbrooke…I have come to discuss matters with Lord Elrond."
A tall, elegant Elf came from the house, his kind blue eyes studying the two young ones.
"And what do you need to discuss with him?" he asked, walking down the steps to stand in front of her.
She said nothing but watched him carefully and after eyeing his delicate crown, she handed him her mother's ring and watched as his expression changed slightly.
"Please help Master and Mistress Silverbrooke inside, they are guests of the house of Elrond."
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