The war may have ended, but all it had left behind was death, destruction and despair. Homes destroyed, folk of all types, from men to the Ents were totally annihilated without a second thought. Many people say there is hope now to build a new life, and new future, but what about those left with nothing? What of those who had lost everything in the war, their parents and their entire village, leaving them completely alone? Nobody seems to think or even care about those people. They're just left to fend for themselves.
I am one of those people. My mother had died before the war, and my father, a great elven warrior, had been murdered at the battle of helms deep. I was branded an outcast by my mother's family and my village. No one wanted a half cast in their lives. No-one had time for the half human half elven teenager. I didn't know much of my father as he left before my mother found she was pregnant. All I knew is that he was an elf from Rivendell named Elladan, the son of lord Elrond. My mother was human, a tall, beautiful and graceful woman from Rohan named Ùsena.
I was raised with her in Rohan until she died when I was nine, and I had been moved to Gondor to live with the remainder of her family. One wish in my life though was that I have always wanted to visit my fathers homeland and see the beauty of it for myself.
It was easy to see that I was not fully human within my village. My features were the key things that gave me away. I had knee length, golden hair, that was very straight and almost unnaturally shiny and silky. My ears were slightly pointed at the tips, and my skin was very pale, but not so I looked ill. When I was extremely happy, I had a very faint glow that would surround me, a soft pale blue colour. That glow hadn't appeared on my skin for nearly ten years now, back when I was still a child. I was very tall too, even before my mother had died, I had almost been her height, and if she were still alive now, I would be a head taller than her. I am taller than everyone in the village, and for years I have been the target of many jokes and remarks as they have shown time and time again that they fear me.
My only human feature are my eyes. I have my mothers eyes, a vibrant , piercing green that shone and sparkled in the sunlight, and whenever I was happy and smiling. Now though, I hated them. They shone and stood out, even when all I wanted them to do was turn black, to reflect the emptiness I felt in my body.
As people moved around me, rebuilding their homes and moving on with their lives, I couldn't help but wonder what I was going to do in my life. I knew my family didn't want me, and I was well aware that now I was eighteen and legally an adult, they would not hesitate to let me on my way and tell me to make my own living. I had decided that I would leave before they had the chance to say that to me, so I had risen early this morning and packed my belongings before moving outside and mounting my horse Flax, slinging my bag across my shoulders and leaving the city behind me, knowing that the first my family would know of my disappearance would be when they read my note explaining why I had left.
I had decided that it was time for me to return to Rohan. My close childhood friend Sarria had offered to let me stay with her for a few days, while I sorted myself out before I made my journey across the lands, so that I could go to Rivendell, just this once to see my other family, and hopefully, I will finally find somewhere that I would be accepted for who I really am.