hey all, I posted this earlier last year but I didn't like where it was going, im re-writing it now and it should be a lot better, hope u all enjoy! ;)
-niki
ps-You guys know it belongs to Tolkien, I know it belongs to Tolkien, don't sue or I'll kick you…
Prologue
The courts looked down at the infant. The courts of Rivendell, Mirkwood and of course Lorien were all there.
"Where did she come from?" Arwen, daughter of Elrond asked Lady Galadriel, looking up with interest from the crib.
"A woman came in the night and gave her unto us, to keep and to teach." The She-Elf answered, being careful not reveal the importance of who this woman was, knowing it would, in time, hurt the life of the tiny mortal before her.
"What is her name?" Thranduil, King of Mirkwood asked.
"She hadn't one, so I gave her Daltalawein." Galadriel told them. They all looked strangely at the bundle now. Daltalawein? For it meant "take and give more", why would Galadriel name her this? She would take nothing from them it seemed. But then, mortals grew quick and made rash decisions, as Elrond had discovered first hand about 3,000 years ago.
"Do you see her fate?" asked Haldir.
"Nothing can be seen of a young mortal's fate, but she is to stay here, I will raise her, she will cause no threat to our way of life." Galadriel looked down at the child with something in her eyes. Some would read it as love; but no one would believe that, no matter how true it proved to be in the following years.
In the following days, however, many elves came to gaze upon this new wonder, as if they'd never come upon a human before. Many elves brought gifts for the child; clothes, a few incantations, wreathes of flowers, precious jewels, and but one necklace. Given to her directly by Prince Legolas Son of Thranduil, the afore mentioned King of Mirkwood. It was, in representation, from the entire court, for Thranduil in his greed for precious things refused to give the mortal much, if what he gave. But she would hold it closer to her than much else, in spite of every other thing she'd received.
Indeed, she did grow quick and within the span of but a few years, she was walking and talking, something she'd grow to be a bit too good at. They'd be damned if she didn't have a mouth on her. And such the mischievous little thing was she that sometimes they mistook her for a hobbit. But though she grew fast, ate fast, and Gods above talked fast, she was also rather quick in the mind, for a human anyways. But it was most unnatural, her grace and speed. But elves, being the same way, mistook it for being raised around things that were quick mentally and physically. God forbid a human be as good as them, or pure of heart.