Disclamer: This story is based of of the Author's and others OCs. the Author has no ties to the actual Lord of the Rings trilogy and is sory if some of her friends OCs are not portrayed completely correct.

Summary: a young girl losses her memmory and joins a tribe of elect assasins based in Middle-earth

Ch1. The Reborn

Instantly all her senses were wide awake, keeping her breathing shallow as to not alert anyone of her wakefulness she kept her eyes closed as she consecrated on her surroundings: A rough blanket lay beneath her back, the smell of wood smoke and trees drifted on the breeze, the temperature was mild but as of yet had not taken on the chill that an evening in the forest would.

She concluded within seconds that she was on some sort of bed in a hut in the middle of the woods. A slight breezed brushed against her skin as another person entered the hut . The tread of his footsteps was faint but from the sound she determined that he was a man heavily muscled and trained due to the controlled manner of his movements.

Realizing that he was moving towards, she shifted, like a restless sleeper, moving her hand to the band of her waist which held a hidden dagger. A slight brush of air hit her skin as he came to stand at the edge of her bed. Her assailant, for what else could he be, leaned over her, raising a hand toward her head. Calculating the position of his arm she lashed out toward the brachial artery knowing that in less than a minute he would be bled dry.

To her astonishment, before her blow could land, one of his hands with almost inhuman speed stopped the dagger less than a centimeter form its desired destination. Gasping in astonishment she sat up and struck at the hand that restrained her trying to find a never cluster on his arm that would release her but he restrained that hand as well. Her astonishment was hidden by a face set in stony defiance to captor.

Pushing her back down on to the bed with his hands he said "you should rest you are not fully recovered"

Glancing at her capture for the first time she noticed the war scared and battle hardened body, but looking into his eyes she saw a look of true concern for her well being. Her face reviled none of the thoughts as she demanded information "who are you? Why am I here? What have you done to me?" his hands still restraining her from lashing out.

Gently but firmly removing the knife from her grasp and stepping back from her, he replied "we have done nothing but heal your wounds after pulling you from the river, what is your name child?"

Her eyes widened as she tried to recall….. A hand grabbing her as they ran….."She is the heir they will give up if you have her" a pointy eared traitor said as she was handed over to be tortured…. PAIN on her back…."I WON'T TELL!" She screams as agony rips through her small frame...running….running…..they fall…"keep running! stay safe my Child" a woman with a tattoo on her chest says as she is pierced by an arrow….a river…whirlpool…as all of these scenes flash through her mind she tries to capture and hold them but they slip away. Terror starts to overcome her. Quickly she hardens her expression into one of indifference masking her inner turmoil as she states mutely "I don't know"

Noticing the slight flash of panic that flitted across her features. The man seems to come to a conclusion. Whirly taking a seat at the edge of the bed and giving her a searching glance he explains "Well you seem to have The Gift. No other than Kari born and only those who have been trained for years could have hid that knife and got it so close to my skin and none so unexpectedly. You have been trained well in the knife…"

She sat in silence listening intently as she took in her surroundings. Glancing around always on guard in case of a trap. On the wall opposite she notices an arsenal of weapons: war hammers, maces, battle axes, staffs, swords, knives and bows. The variety of the weaponry and variation of the styles for which the weapons could be used was astonishing. Some seemed to be made for children as others seemed as if a cave troll would wield them. In concentration her hand reached to her throat, astonished to find a necklace hanging there feeling familiar and new all at once.

"…to go for such a fatal blow without even opening your eyes. That is odd for one so young, outside the Kari." He then seemed to carry on the conversation in his mind a calculating look overcoming his stern face

Leavening him lost in thought she looked over the pendent which was strung onto a sturdy dark leather band. A four pointed star with four interlocking square links centered on the pendent. The pendent seemed to be made of differing metals. With four small rubies surrounding it. Even when studying the pendent she kept one eye trained on the man.

Noting her gaze he turned toward her "would you accept the honor of becoming a Kari?"

When she showed no inclination to answer he continued seeking to clarify the seriousness of the offer.

"The Kari is a group of those skilled in the art of War; we travel throughout the land searching out those children that have The Gift. If The Gift is found in a child they are taken from their family and come and train here. There are a few ways to know if The Gift is present: most learn to talk at an early age, they walk sooner than most and have a grace about them that is uncommon for children, as they grow older they often have a weapon on their person even as young as four. You see, they are more aware or the way their body functions and have greater ability that most when it comes to flexibility and acrobatics. The Kari dedicates their existence to being the most skilled, most deadly, smartest, and fastest in the art of war and spying, some might call us assassins."

Fixing her with his intense gaze he continued "You have the Gift child." His gaze locked with hers a fire in his eyes "I have never seen one who has your abilities outside of those trained by the Kari. The skill we gain we use in a variety of ways. Sometimes we are highered out to help, by one land or another but our main focus is opposing the evil that has infested the land: The Great Eye. The Evil of Sauran is a toxin poisoning our land. Death follows his armies, death of all: men, women, children dwarfs and elves alike, Death which we try to stop. Will you join us?" a bairly perceptible tremor whent through her at the mention of elves.

As she sat there in silence she contemplated his offer. A chance to become stronger. Sure it was tempting, she needed something anything a place to belong and this place would suit her needs well. To become an elite assassin to be a shadow and yet have a place to return. She would adopt this new identity and form a future overcoming the fact that she had no past.

Looking up to him she asked with a neutral tone "when will I start training?"

"After you have rested and have your strength back we will evaluate your abilities more fully. Naturally you need to know who I am, my name is Morias and I am leader of the Kari. " Morias said with a smile "but before you can train you need a name; you have none so you may choose as you wish"

"I have none; I am a blank slate new in every way with no ties. My name should reflect who I have become for I am reborn this day.

"Then your name shall be Renata which means the Reborn" Morias pronounced

A spark of fire ignited in her eyes as she declared with a fierce determination "Renata then the Reborn for I am nothing before this moment and shall forge a new life here as a hunter, a fighter, an assassin, as a Kari"

After Morias left Renata began to study her surroundings more intently devising escape routs and fighting combinations that she could use if she was attacked within the small hut. After determining which would be the most effective she settled down onto her cot determined to stay alert. Eventually her fatigued bodies made her succumb to sleep and she drifted off among snatches of forgotten memories.

Author Note: I am going to post this really slowly and on no real shedule so sorry about that. There are going to be some interaction with characters from the story but for the most part not much and what little there is will come in later chapters.

Thanks to Jess, Colleen and Katie my editors and co-creators to which without the Kari wouldn't exist.