Natural Enemies
Prologue
This is a tale of a forgotten chapter in Middle Earth, one of tragedy and forgiveness, love and hatred.
Around year 1120 of the third age, a battle for power commenced in Middle Earth. A battle between the high and powerful Elves and the now forgotten race of Melenets. The Melenets, though few, where blessed with the gift of immortal life, just as the Elves, but they had another trait which was seen as a major threat to the rule of the elf. This threat was an alliance, a coalition with the elements. The ability to summon the brute force nature to their will.
Not wanting to risk losing their power, the Elves drove the race of Melenets to the outskirts of Middle Earth, under the command of King Thranduil of Greenwood. There the Melenets remained; they were not corrupt on getting power and so showed little resistance.
The king of Greenwood was not satisfied. So protective of his rule was he, that he sent out further troops on a mission to demolish the sparse, peaceful race. He told no-one of his plans, as a means to maintain his merciful reputation.
The last battle of the Elves and Melenets saw the Elves emerge as the victor. Every man, woman and child was killed in cold blood, at the hands of a king bent on power. A king whose dishonourable secret would be known only by him, and those who served him. Until now.
All those killed in the bloodbath will never be able to expose the truth, but there is one who can. One Melenet who fled, one Melenet who endured. This is her story.
Prologue
This is a tale of a forgotten chapter in Middle Earth, one of tragedy and forgiveness, love and hatred.
Around year 1120 of the third age, a battle for power commenced in Middle Earth. A battle between the high and powerful Elves and the now forgotten race of Melenets. The Melenets, though few, where blessed with the gift of immortal life, just as the Elves, but they had another trait which was seen as a major threat to the rule of the elf. This threat was an alliance, a coalition with the elements. The ability to summon the brute force nature to their will.
Not wanting to risk losing their power, the Elves drove the race of Melenets to the outskirts of Middle Earth, under the command of King Thranduil of Greenwood. There the Melenets remained; they were not corrupt on getting power and so showed little resistance.
The king of Greenwood was not satisfied. So protective of his rule was he, that he sent out further troops on a mission to demolish the sparse, peaceful race. He told no-one of his plans, as a means to maintain his merciful reputation.
The last battle of the Elves and Melenets saw the Elves emerge as the victor. Every man, woman and child was killed in cold blood, at the hands of a king bent on power. A king whose dishonourable secret would be known only by him, and those who served him. Until now.
All those killed in the bloodbath will never be able to expose the truth, but there is one who can. One Melenet who fled, one Melenet who endured. This is her story.