The sun dappled the snow covered forest floor. Making it glitter beautifully, like all the stars in
the sky were thrown down just for that moment.
Mora dashed through the trees, clutching her child close. The knights were catching up to her, she had to hide her darling baby. She rushed across a road, nearly getting trampled by an old man riding a cart and horse, and found a hollowed out tree. She set the bundle inside and covered the
hole with wild grass.
Mora turned back around and shouted at the knights "Hey! Metal heads! Over here!" She screamed as an armored hand grasped her hair and held her above the ground. The knight swung back his sword and…
Blood spattered the snow, and the knights started looking around for their bounty.
A blast of light knocked them all over, and they got upon their horses again and road off.
An old man, with his walking stick at hand, stepped over to look at the young woman on the ground "Dead" He sighed sadly "But what did she die for?" he mumbled to nobody in particular
A small cry came from the nearby tree. He walked over and uncovered a small hole, to see a tiny child, nose red and running from the cold "Oh dear." He said, lifting the child up "I suppose this is why."
The old man sat down in his cart again and bundled the baby up in a warm blanket. A small gleam caught his eye, it was a silver amulet attached to the child's neck. It had elvish writing on it.
The writing read Silver Hatchet neatly engraved on the pendant "I suppose you'll be accompanying me on this trip to see Lord Elrond, hmm?" He asked the child, She cooed and smiled in response.
When they got to their destination, the old man carried the child with him to the meeting that was being held "Welcome back to Rivendell." An elf guard nodded his head at the old man "Thank you" He said in reply.
The old man entered the room and sat down "What is this you carry with you?" Said a kind voice from the other side of the room "This, Lady Galadriel, is Silver Hatchet. At least I think it is" He handed the baby to the elf "It looks like a goblin spawn. You should haven't of brought it to a meeting. I knew you were growing soft!" Another old man said angrily to Him "Now Saruman, A child isn't going to tell of what we speak of here." The old man said firmly
Saruman just frowned and grumbled to himself "Hello again, dear friends." An elf said as he entered the room "Ah, Lord Elrond. A pleasure to see you again." The old man said as he
lit his pipe and puffed out a gust of smoke "It, is good to see you still have a soft spot for little
people." Lord Elrond laughed and smiled at the small child in Galadriel's arms "Where did you find it?" He asked "Her mother was running from some knights and was killed, I scared them off and then found the child. On my way from Bree to here." The old man said, puffing out another cloud.
"I believe I may raise it." He said looking down at the baby, whose eyes were slipping closed "Are you sure? I don't think that's a good idea. You're not much of a father figure." Saruman said "I will raise it until it is able to walk and talk, then I will train it in a bit of magic and fighting. When it reaches the age of 13 I will leave it with a close friend of mine to take care of it. Alright?" He said, standing up and dumping out his pipe weed "Sounds fine to me." Lady Galadriel said.
Silver ran through the moor grass and got to the stream.
She stepped on the log that stretched across and started practicing balance and swordsmanship "Ha! Take that orc scum!" Silver yowled triumphantly as a dagger hit the hay bale target.
"Young lady." An old familiar voice came from up the slope on the road "Gandalf!" She yelled gleefully and ran up the hill. When Silver got to him, she gave him a hug and asked the usual question "What adventure did you go on this time!?" "Hehehe." Gandalf laughed heartily and told her the story of Smaug.
