Unwanted
By Nieriel of Imladris
Disclaimer: I do not own the Lord of the Rings.
Chapter 1 – Welcome to her life
Her parents never knew.
'Get up!' A whip cracked down onto her thin back.
Never knew how she felt, and didn't care either. Of course. And she couldn't tell anyone. Who would believe a 'loved' daughter of a famed warrior telling people how her parents treated her anyway? They would think that she was making up lies to get people's attention.
Her mother grabbed the front of her tattered tunic and slapped her hard, making her lips crack open and bleed.
Every bit of attention, every bit of love, everything, went directly to the spoilt son. Pampered, the boy had anything he wanted: horses, swords, books, bows, clothing…
'You are a disgrace to our whole family!' Her mother spat, then strode from the room. Feeling relief wash over her, she curled into a little ball and tried to stop shaking.
He was never vented out upon, never beaten, never thrown out, never verbally and physically abused, never got dragged around by his hair, never had to explain away suspicious cuts and bruises, never had to worry about his future, never had been ignored, never had to sleep on only a bit of dirty straw on the ground, never had to endure the feeling of hollow loneliness that wrenched his heart to tangled pieces….
The front door slammed, followed by heavy footsteps which she only knew too well. Her father banged into the room, her mother at his heels.
'What did you do now, you ungrateful little wench?' He snarled.
'I…it…it's only a piece of bread…' She muttered, terrified. What will he do now?
She had been starving, having gone without food for two whole days. She knew that eventually, her mother would've fed her, after a form of punishment. She tried to remember what she had done to go without food for 48 hours. Ah, yes. The Broom Incident. She winced and shook her head to get rid of the memories.
Her father said something, then, after numerous kicks and another round of whipping, she was slammed into the wall.
It was always him being doted on, the privileged genius, who was the only light in their parent's eyes. He grew up without a worry; the other learnt the hard way how to lie, cheat, steal and fight to survive. He was always smiling, earning approval from the family; the other locked up her feelings inside and put on a mask, one she expected to have on for life. He had a glorious childhood with golden memories; she had a torn-up childhood with dark memories she refused to recall.
She screamed and fell down onto the floor, shaking violently. Inside, she was cursing herself for displaying this for the satisfaction of her father.
'Get out now and leave my sight!' A strong hand grabbed her roughly by her mud-caked hair and bodily threw her out of the front door. The door slammed. And she was out in the dark, alone. Again.
A pearly tear fell from her brilliant grey eyes.
TBC…
(A/N: Ok, this is a little short as I've got writer's block again. So, comments, please?)