Fragments of war
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Hey this is my first fanfiction I hope it is not to bad. hope you enjoy :)
disclaimer- I do not own any of the hobbit characters or land, they belong to J.R.R Tolkien
Shyarvan pronounced- shay-ar-van
Shayven- pronounced like its written- shay-vens
IMPORTANT FAMILY TREES
Couldn't find orophers fathers name so I made it up
Mirkwood family tree- Gelmir and Arania parents of sethen and Oropher grandparents to Thranduil(King) great grandparents to Norui(Crown prince), Legolas and Kai
Shayarvarn family tree- Turgon and Finduilas parents of Tarlea grandparents to Beren(king) great grandparents to Finwë(Crown prince),Awray, shayla and Linwëlin
Important-er
Any words spoken in italics are the secret language of Shayvens so only they understand what is being said.
I will say if anything else is said in the common elvish as I am not going to use the language developed by J.R.R Tolkien, sorry.
Prologue - Elven Grief
Located far east from south Gondor, south of mordor and past the sea of nurnen, away from the closest civilisation of Harad there lies a land. An Elven Realm. Forgotten.
I want to tell you a story. There are many variations of this story, it is not the one I grew up with, but the one I believe to be the truth. A story that takes place before the ring was destroyed but after it was created, however this story is not about the ring. Its about Elves, there was a darkness that encased them long ago but they forced themselves to forget by the 3rd age. Much like today all elves lived in peace, in harmony. But there was another Realm, much like the others a realm called Shyarvarn, the elves that inhabit it known as Shayvens.
After the banishment of Morgoth into the Void by the Lords of the West , and the beginning of the second age, all the elven Realms where closer in friendship, but none closer then Mirkwood (led by king Gelmir) and Shyarvarn (led by King Turgon.) They would travel to each other's realms and when their children, Oropher, Tarlea of Mirkwood and Tarlea of Shyarvarn would play with the watchful eyes of the queens, Arania and Finduilas. The kings, Gelmir and Turgon, would discuss the business and matters of the realms and what the other had been doing and how they were faring, and for a long time they were happy.
In the year 3435 the second age, Before the downfall of Sauron, when he was defeated by the Last Alliance of Elves and Men. The royal family of Shyarvarn visited Mirkwood to catch up with their friends. During their stay the queens went ridding with their children, Sethen, Oropher and Tarlea, throughout the forests of Mirkwood. I suppose you could say that's how I started.
While on what was supposed to be a peaceful ride they ran into a group of twenty orcs. Oropher and Tarlea being under the age of 5 had no weapon to fight with. The queens both had daggers to brandish and Sethen at the tender age of 9 had a bow that had been gifted to him at the age of 7 to train with. As the Orcs spotted them, the elven familys turned to flee. The Queens knowing their horses had grown wary from a long days ride could see that they would not make it back to Mirkwood's Palace's borders in time. Realising this first Arania, queen of Mirkwood drew her dagger and turned to fight the orcs telling Finduilas to lead the children home.
Finduilas realising the fate that the queen of Mirkwood and her dear friend had set before her, hesitated only briefly before thinking of the children. She turned and rode hard towards the castle, urgently she commanded Sethens and Orophers horses to follow and leave their mother behind, hearing the screams of protest, that she ignored as tears brimmed in her eyes.
However only halfway back to the palace the yells of orcs were heard close behind them. Urging the horse to go faster as arrows flew past them, Finduilas could see no clear path. Dismounting her horse The Frightened Queen of Shyarvarn brandished her dagger, keeping a calm face for the children, she told them to ride hard towards the palace. The two young princes turned to leave but Finduilas' daughter would not leave her mother. The queen begged her to go but to no avail, Sethen understanding this knew what he had to do, going over to the young princess he huged her. Sensing the princes comfort Tarlea relax, sethen quickly hosted her onto the saddle of his brothers horse, telling him to ride to the palace and not look back.
The queen did not say anything but her gratitude shone in her eyes as she looked down at the poor young elfling. Sethen drew back his bow, standing next to the queen of Shyarvarn, He knew his fate would not end well, He let the arrow fly as the queen fought bravely alongside him.
Five Elves had left that day but only two had returned. After months of searching only Queen Findulias of Shyarvarn body was found, but it was clear the others were dead.
King Gelmir was enraged that he had lost both his oldest son and wife, and didn't even get the closure of burring the body's like Turgon had. Jealousy consumed him and he became distant and cut all ties and trade with Shyarvarn. King Turgon too was overcome by anger that his wife had been killed in the Mirkwood lands, he blamed Gelmir for his lack of patrols on duty and the way he ran his kingdom.
It was not long before small fudes broke out between the two elven Realms and a war was threatening to arise. The larger elven Realms of Rivendell and lorien refused to ally themselves with either side, Thinking in a few weeks this whole thing would just blow over. However as weeks became months and months became years, they were not so sure, but the stuck to their word, staying a neutral party. Mirkwood found allies from the smaller elven settlements surrounding Mirkwood. They grew strong in numbers as they were already the largest of the elven Realms. Shyarvarn had no allies and it became clear that they would lose the coming war.
Five years later in the year 3440 second age, a year before Sauron's defeat by the last Alliance, A war finally broke out between the two Greif stricken Realms. The war took place in what is now known as the Brown lands. But back then it floured in colours, a dessert of flowers. As was expected Shyarvarn was losing the war, their numbers had quartered and falling fast whereas Mirkwood's numbers were still well over half. Even when Gelmir struck down Turgon, Mirkwood fought on.
The creator, Eru, was enraged as he watch as Mirkwood continued fighting, planning to wipe out the entire Shyarvarn race. Angered that his first and oldest children were being so unmerciful he put a stop to the war.
As punishment Eru cursed the trees of Mirkwood deathly, and placed dark creature such as spiders in their woods. The Shayvens were sent into isolation away from the other Elven Realms. Even the ground where the war was fought turned brown and scared from the blood of elves. It became a land as deadly as Mordor itself. Not wanting to see another war so great Eru made it so that if ever there was a Greif so powerful elves would start to fade until they leave middle-earth entirely.
Saurons defeat a year later brought light back to the elves. The war between Mirkwood and Shyarvarn was forgotten, becoming nothing more than folk law. Throughout the third age Mirkwood battled to clean their forest but became accustom to their new way of life. Their realm grew and they became peaceful once more, but never forgetting the stories of war.
Shyarvarn However did not fare so well. They decided to remain isolated, In their isolation they created a new language, the Shayven language, Known only to the Shayvens . Their queen Tarlea trained her people to fight stronger and harder, learning new ways to attack. They did not take orders from anyone, traditions had been broken. But in breaking these traditions new ones were made. Finduilas was always remembered as a queen of truth, honesty and trust. In memory of her a new rule was made, one that did not allow for lies. But nothing was stronger for the Shayvens then the promise of Dept. No matter who it was owed to, A Dept. must be kept even if that means dying to fulfil it.
When the Queen died her son Beren became king, and he kept up the traditions. Shyarvarn became a Realm of skilled Warriors matching that of Mirkwood. But the King Beren wanted Warriors more skilled then that of Mirkwood. During the middle of the third age, Beren set out to hire an Assassin to train a select few. He wanted a Monk as he knew there were only 35 in middle-earth they were skilled, fast and deadly, they could kill 20 orcs alone. He found a Half-Elf Monk who had lost his family to Mirkwood. Beren hired him immediately. The Monk, Creania, agreed to train 10 warriors, these select few were chosen from elflings by the king. 3 girls and 7 boys were chosen. If Shyarvarn went to war again, they would be ready.
She was one of those select few. Her name is Shayla, princess to Shyarvarn and daughter of King Beren. This is her story.
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Like I said this is my first fanfiction, hope it not terrible, but I guess the more you write the more you improve (well that my theory) Please review and thanks for reading :)
