A/N: Well now I'm doing something I have wanted to do for a long time - I hath entered the LOtR FF universe with my own writings...YAY!

Firstly, I am highly unreliable and cannot promise updates too often as I am working on more than one story at once as well as combating real life.

Secondly, this is set pre-war of the ring, and will eventually finish (hopefully) post-war of the ring. Eventually it is also my plan to be a LegolasxOC but we'll see where this goes shall we? :)

Thirdly, I am using the movies a lot, however, as most of the story will be pre-movies (and the Hobbit hasn't come out yet) Other things will come into this fic, as well as characters from the books (Especially Radgast who didn't even appear in the movies :O)

And lastly - to any die-hard Tolkien fans out there - I did a fair bit of research for this, but not as much as I would have liked (I could spend years becoming an expert but sadly I don't think I have enough time)

So Remember to Read, Review, Follow, Favourite and Most Importantly - ENJOY! :)


...Prologue...

Long ago, on the slopes of Mount Doom, a great battle between the forces of evil and the forces of good was raged, for the destruction or salvation of the world. This battle, the last great war of the second age, has faded into legend and myth. Stories heralding the bravery of the men, dwarves and elves that fought to save Middle-Earth, are still told, over two thousand, four-hundred years on. But those that were there are either dead or do not speak of it, for they remember the darkness and death that followed.

However, hope was rekindled when into this land of feuding kings and warfare, came the Istari in the year TA 1050. These were the five wizards who had come to Middle-Earth to help the peoples rise up against the Dark Lord Sauron. Their names were as follows: Saruman or Curumo 'man of skill, skillful one', the leader of the five who's colour was white; Gandalf or Olórin 'elf of the staff, dreamer' who's colour was grey; Radagast or Aiwendil 'tender of beasts, friend of birds' who's colour was brown; and finally the two blue wizards, Alatar or Morinehtar 'darkness-slayer' and Pallando or Rómestámo 'east helper'.

The role of each of the Istari was clear, and so they traveled throughout Middle-Earth until they came to the place wherein they would be most useful. Saruman took over the tower of Isengard, given the key to Orthanc. Radagast settled in the West woods of Greenwood which later became Mirkwood when it was overrun with dark forces, Gandalf travelled, and became known as the wanderer, giving his counsel to those kings and lords who would heed his words.

Our story however is concerned with the last of the Istari, the two Blue wizards who's actions shaped the happenings of Middle-Earth in more ways than they had bargained for. For one of the Blue Wizard's had a child, and this is her story...

...TA 2460...

'Quickly friend!' Gandalf the Grey called back to the brown wizard behind him, his gnarled staff clicking on the ground as he walked 'Do not tarry. You know what it is we must do and we have very little time in which to do it!'

'Yes Gandalf,' Radagast called, a slight frown on his face as he huffed trying to keep up with the strides which the much taller man was taking. As he walked past, the 'Olvar', the plants, and their flowers, turned their leaves and heads towards him. Oh how he longed to stop, even just for a little while and chat to the flora. To ask them how they found the weather that darkened all around them.

But he had more important things to worry about just now. Something that had not happened in the two-thousand four hundred and ten years they had been in this land, and never should have happened at all. Was about to happen. It did not bode well.

'Hurry Radagast!' the grey wizard called back once more, jerking the brown wizard from his thoughts. The pair sped up the pace as they rounded the last corner in the small, elven building. Suddenly, to their right, a small door opened and an golden-haired elven midwife came out, holding a small, gently wrapped bundle in her arms.

When she saw the two, the elf-woman began walking towards them, and when Gandalf's eyes asked the silent question, she shook her head, tears in her eyes. It was only the child that was left alive. 'It is a girl.' the midwife said, tenderly handing the baby to the tall, bearded wizard, 'And she is alive and healthy.'

Gandalf smiled at the woman before turning his gaze on the child, 'Did her mother give her a name before she...' he trailed off, the important part of the question already asked.

The elf-woman nodded, 'She said the child's name was to be Táriel.' as she made her retreat back into the birthing room. Gandalf frowned in concern at the retreating midwife's back, before fixing his gaze once more on the babe.

'Táriel...Queen. No-one but the council must know of the child's existence. It is not safe for her, or for them.' Gandalf said, softly, but severely as he looked to the other wizard. 'That is why, Radagast, you must take her to your home, deep into the outskirts of Mirkwood, where she will be safe and no harm can come to her. Teach her what you will, but she must not be told of what she is. I will come for her, when I feel she is ready.'

The brown wizard nodded grimly as Gandalf handed him the tiny bundle. As he cradled the child in his arms, for the first time, she opened her eyes, and Radagast was startled to find them a deep purple. 'Mára aurë Táriel,' he whispered sweetly and the babe cooed in response, 'Titta Merliwenna...my little Rose.' In that moment, Aiwendil swore that he would see no harm come to the child, not as long as he drew breath, or as long as she was in need of his protection. And so it began...


Táriel (Tah-ree-ell) - Meaning: Queen

Merliwen (Mare-ill-wehn) - Meaning: Rose

Mára aurë Táriel: Hello Táriel/Queen

Titta Merliwen: Little Rose

A/N: I beg your pardon if not all elvish translations are correct, Im not 100% on Sindarin and Quenya - let me know if you find a mistake! :)