Avaryen the Elven Hobbit
Claimer: I own the parents of Avaryen and Avaryen herself. Author's note: Avaryen is based on me, and if I were in Middle earth what I would be.
"The Road goes ever on and on, Down from the door where it began, Now far ahead the road has gone, And I must follow if I can."
That's the song that Gandalf taught me. He said being the grand daughter of Samwise Gamgee; I must know all the songs sung during his perilous journey. I can't remember my grandfather very well, except when he told me about his journey and all the hardships he had faced. He would always end his story with a sad note about his best friend Frodo and his passing to the Valinor. He always told me that, no matter how much he loved his family, he would have to leave them and join Frodo at the undying lands. I always wondered about Mr. Frodo, I only saw him in drawing, done by Grand father or other admirers. Grand father always made him out to be someone of great magnificence. Although since Frodo's passing, many have forgotten his existence among us and to others, his name is one found in books and not hearts. The Gamgee's however, Frodo Baggins of the Shire, Hobbiton, Bag End, Bagshot Row would always be remembered in our hearts and minds and kept in our soul.
However, this story doesn't relate to Frodo or my grand father at all. This is a story about me, Avaryen; a hobbit and an elf. As the tale of the evil ring and the many tales wrapped inside of it, my story is like it in many ways. Inside my story is the story of my parents and inside the story of my parents is the story of the difficulties they had to face.
As I grew older, I came to realise I was different from the others. Not only was I different in character, I was different looking as well. Memories of my childhood were of confusion and loneliness, other children kept their distance and their parents encouraged the remoteness from me to the world. The day when I questioned my parents about me and my needless existence, was the day I truly learnt of my life. At the young age of 11, I was filled with information that could change my life. The truth I was hidden from and the missing link to all my questions: My parent's meeting and the beginning of me.
The first time I heard it, I didn't understand, it seemed like any other love story. Though as I grew, being away from everyone else gave me a lot to think about it. Slowly as time passed I began to realise why I was different and why I was so 'different' and 'special' as my parents would say. My parents met in Mirkwood, ruled by King Legolas. The king had welcomed my father, for he was the son of one his close friends (grand father) as they had walked the same path for many miles during the 'perilous journey'. There my father met Élen, my mother. She was a common wood- elf. Sitting upon the golden trees of Mirkwood, she hid herself finding peace and tranquillity. As she was quite and had the same grace as any other elf, she was heard by no one nor seen by any. Unknowing my father climbed the same tree and sat on a thick branch, a few from my mother. Mother picking up the sound of another, crept up behind my father and so was their first meeting. Their story is much to long to tell and eventually, my mother and father got along very well, and slowly their friendship grew into one of love. Hoping for the best, my father asked permission from his highness King Legolas, to wed the lovely maiden. As big as the King's heart was, he knew the people would not accept their kind to be wedded off to a halfling, though he could not refuse his close friend's son's plea. Agreeing, King Legolas allowed them to wed, although under the rule of never coming back to Mirkwood as their might be hate and peace might be broken. Mother and father agreed to the rule and left for Hobbiton. The hobbits did not welcome mother as much as father expected them to. With grace and beauty better than any other hobbit lass, they envied her and jealousy drove them apart. Though my parents love kept them together and they still managed to live their lives peacefully. A year after their wedding, I was born. Named Avaryen by my mother, I acquired looks from both the races; Elvish ears, brown wavy hobbit hair and a height taller than most hobbits, yet shorter than most elves. My mother spoke to me in Elvish and my father in common tongue. Fluent in both, I was also smarter than most hobbits. I had the stamina of an elf and elvish looking feet which were tough and hard like a hobbit.
That shall be the story of my parent's past and a bit of my own. At the age of 23, I grew up to be beautiful, smart and helpful to my parent's on the farm and the kitchen. I was still deprived of friends and remained lonely.
Claimer: I own the parents of Avaryen and Avaryen herself. Author's note: Avaryen is based on me, and if I were in Middle earth what I would be.
"The Road goes ever on and on, Down from the door where it began, Now far ahead the road has gone, And I must follow if I can."
That's the song that Gandalf taught me. He said being the grand daughter of Samwise Gamgee; I must know all the songs sung during his perilous journey. I can't remember my grandfather very well, except when he told me about his journey and all the hardships he had faced. He would always end his story with a sad note about his best friend Frodo and his passing to the Valinor. He always told me that, no matter how much he loved his family, he would have to leave them and join Frodo at the undying lands. I always wondered about Mr. Frodo, I only saw him in drawing, done by Grand father or other admirers. Grand father always made him out to be someone of great magnificence. Although since Frodo's passing, many have forgotten his existence among us and to others, his name is one found in books and not hearts. The Gamgee's however, Frodo Baggins of the Shire, Hobbiton, Bag End, Bagshot Row would always be remembered in our hearts and minds and kept in our soul.
However, this story doesn't relate to Frodo or my grand father at all. This is a story about me, Avaryen; a hobbit and an elf. As the tale of the evil ring and the many tales wrapped inside of it, my story is like it in many ways. Inside my story is the story of my parents and inside the story of my parents is the story of the difficulties they had to face.
As I grew older, I came to realise I was different from the others. Not only was I different in character, I was different looking as well. Memories of my childhood were of confusion and loneliness, other children kept their distance and their parents encouraged the remoteness from me to the world. The day when I questioned my parents about me and my needless existence, was the day I truly learnt of my life. At the young age of 11, I was filled with information that could change my life. The truth I was hidden from and the missing link to all my questions: My parent's meeting and the beginning of me.
The first time I heard it, I didn't understand, it seemed like any other love story. Though as I grew, being away from everyone else gave me a lot to think about it. Slowly as time passed I began to realise why I was different and why I was so 'different' and 'special' as my parents would say. My parents met in Mirkwood, ruled by King Legolas. The king had welcomed my father, for he was the son of one his close friends (grand father) as they had walked the same path for many miles during the 'perilous journey'. There my father met Élen, my mother. She was a common wood- elf. Sitting upon the golden trees of Mirkwood, she hid herself finding peace and tranquillity. As she was quite and had the same grace as any other elf, she was heard by no one nor seen by any. Unknowing my father climbed the same tree and sat on a thick branch, a few from my mother. Mother picking up the sound of another, crept up behind my father and so was their first meeting. Their story is much to long to tell and eventually, my mother and father got along very well, and slowly their friendship grew into one of love. Hoping for the best, my father asked permission from his highness King Legolas, to wed the lovely maiden. As big as the King's heart was, he knew the people would not accept their kind to be wedded off to a halfling, though he could not refuse his close friend's son's plea. Agreeing, King Legolas allowed them to wed, although under the rule of never coming back to Mirkwood as their might be hate and peace might be broken. Mother and father agreed to the rule and left for Hobbiton. The hobbits did not welcome mother as much as father expected them to. With grace and beauty better than any other hobbit lass, they envied her and jealousy drove them apart. Though my parents love kept them together and they still managed to live their lives peacefully. A year after their wedding, I was born. Named Avaryen by my mother, I acquired looks from both the races; Elvish ears, brown wavy hobbit hair and a height taller than most hobbits, yet shorter than most elves. My mother spoke to me in Elvish and my father in common tongue. Fluent in both, I was also smarter than most hobbits. I had the stamina of an elf and elvish looking feet which were tough and hard like a hobbit.
That shall be the story of my parent's past and a bit of my own. At the age of 23, I grew up to be beautiful, smart and helpful to my parent's on the farm and the kitchen. I was still deprived of friends and remained lonely.