I do not in any way own Lord of the Rings, J.R.R Tolkien does. All credit goes to that amazing writer.
Nathalyen was a strange girl of 19. With raven black hair, violet eyes, and pale, vampire – like skin, she stood out among her small village.
Her village, the small town of Garfinell, resided at the edge of the Grey Mountains, near the border of Mirkwood. The people there were tough and hardy, for Mirkwood was known for its strange creatures, and the mountains were infested with dragons. Everyone in the town knew how to wield a weapon, it was required if you were to defend yourself from wargs, giant spiders, or dragons. The people there were quite wary of strangers and suspicious looking rangers.
So of course, when Natharas, son of Fathares, brought home a strange orphan infant 19 years ago, rumors and suspicion spread through the town quickly. Who was the orphan girl? Some said she was an heir of the country Gondor. One said she was a young elfling. Another said she was merely the product of an affair in which Natharas had. One even went so far to say that she was an evil demon in the form of an infant, come to kill them all. No matter how outlandish and ridiculous the rumors were, however, Natharas and his wife, Ryvilyen, took the infant in and raised her as their own. And although there were still whisperings of rumors, for the most part the village accepted the strange girl in the end.
So, Nathalyen grew up happily as the daughter of Natharas and Ryvilyen, sister to Nathaor, Rhatharas, Navilyen, and Rathilyen. Not once did the town, her parents, or her two older siblings let slip that she was an orphan.
Nathalyen was a quiet soul who did not do very well in social situations. She just didn't get others. So for the most part, she remained friendless and kept to herself. The girl spent much of her time singing, for music was a big part of her life, reading any book she could get her hands on, or exploring the edges of Mirkwood. Ryvilyen tried many times in vain to teach her how to act like a proper lady, cook, and sew, to no avail. The girl was as stubborn as mule, and seemed impossible teach.
So you can imagine, of course, Nathalyen's horror when she was told she was to be married. You can also probably imagine her complete and utter rage when she learned it was to Bolvgrar, son of Vrolvgrar.
Bolvgrar, of all people, was the one person in the whole village she completely and utterly despised with every moral fiber in her whole body. She hated how he seemed to be the heartache of every teenage girl in the village. She hated his light blonde hair, tan skin, strikingly green eyes, and well - muscled body. She hated his arrogance and pride. She hated how naïve and proud he was. But most of all, she hated his view on women, different races, and dragons.
Nathalyen loved her freedom, and thought that men and women were all equals. She also held a special fascination about the other races of middle-earth. Nathalyen had always wanted to see elven and dwarven cities. But what fascinated her most was the dragons.
Growing up in a village where dragons were considered the most horrible things on earth, you'd think she'd regard them the same way. That, however, was not the case. She had always wanted to run her hands along the scales of a dragon, to see through their eyes. Nathalyen thought, deep down, that not all dragons were evil.
Bolvgrar, however, completely disagreed with all of this. He regarded all women completely as breed ing stock, had the utmost racism against all races of Middle Earth, and hated the very air dragons breathed.
So, on that peaceful night when Natharas told Nathalyen she was to be married to Bolvgrar, Nathalyen made a decision.
She had decided to run away.
And never come back.
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