A story that had been playing in my mind for some time now. Thought I'd finally begin writing it and see where it goes. Please forgive any errors, I'm a science major not an english major. The story was inspired a bit from my favorite tales and movies. LOTR (obviously), Pan's labyrinth, Pan (movie), Alice in wonderland, etc. I obviously don't own any of them otherwise I wouldn't be writing on this website. I enjoy music and I practice the martial arts. I will try and not use the words so not to confuse people but if I say something not understood please ask. Other than that no flames. It will eventually be based off the movie because I could never get through the first book (Tolkein loves his details a bit too much).

Enjoy...

Long ago when the world was still young, when the song had just finished being sung, and when the elves just began to open their eyes did the land herself coax the fae race into existence. . In all forms the fae race came in. There were the smaller fae who were so tiny they could sleep within a flower and not disturb a single petal. Wings like a dragonfly, they flew through the fields with speed not even the elves could follow. Others were tall overshadowing the trees with their mighty form, yet so loving in nature it wasn't uncommon to see them littered with birds. Others were no greater than elves in height though their features gave way to their true identity. Like the very trees these fae took residence in their skin and faces resembled, it was as if the very bark that grew on the trees grew on their skin. Then there were the ones who features seemed more animal than plant. Fangs and claws, fur and feathers, their features made it hard to tell them apart from the wildlife that hovered around them. Those that favored rivers and streams grew limbs for such locations making it easier for them to care for the terrain they loved. There were many other creatures of fae, that looked like nothing ever seen, and could hardly be seen. Like the shadows they would come quietly and leave swiftly without disturbing a single branch or blade of grass.

Born from the lands to care for the lands the fae tended to them in a way no one else could. The fae gently helped mold the land. Ever tree, every blade of grass the fae knew. The helped the ground pile until great mountains stood, guide the river to carve the earth. The fae whispered to the winds to blow and the clouds to rain. Each tree was gently coaxed into being and cared for. Animals were tended to; nothing was left uncared for in the presence of a fae.

The elves and fae lived in harmony. It was from the fae the elves learned to sing. With all the gifts the fae were blessed with the song was the greatest. The song Adar used to weave the earth could still be heard by the fae, they were entwined with it. They could weave their voices within the echoes that remained and drew out music. In their songs they told of the past, present, and those most gifted could even sing of the future. Joy and sadness, harmony and discord; the fae sang the very balance of earth. And the elves learned.

Like all races there were those that grew in power and ruled over the rest. Auberon and Tatania were the king and queen of the fae. The first two fae to be coaxed into existence ruled. From them came the strongest of all the fae. More identical to elves than any other fae they were not bound to a single tree or river but to the entire earth. Their children and grandchildren born also held this privilege. These fae were the most beautiful of all. Their skin light with patterns swirling among it that glistened in the sun. Hair so fair moonlight paled in comparison. Though lacking wings like their smaller cousins the children of Auberon and Titania learned to move swiftly. So light on their feet they moved as if the wind could carry easily lift them to the tallest mountain. These fae held power greater than the rest. With a simple wave of their hand entire forests would come to life. A tap of their foot could build mountains. A little nudge would cause rivers and streams to change path. The greatest of beasts bowed down to their power.

Auberon and Titania built their kingdom between the mountains and ocean. The forests that surrounded the kingdom were vast and beautiful tended by the queen herself. Here their people spent most of their days when not tending the rest of Middle Earth singing and dancing the day away.

At the waking of the dwarfs the fae learned the joy of crafting. With tender care they pulled jewels, silver, and gold from the earth. The fae seemed to have quite the weakness for items that shined and sparkled. They adorned their bodies with the many items they crafted so they could shine even brighter than they already did in the sunlight.

Time went on.

The fae thrived.

And then man was born.

With the coming of man went the thriving of the fae. Trees were cut and forests were burned. The fae bound to them perished. Rivers and lakes reshaped to the benefits of man deforming the beauty the fae spent their entire lives creating. Beasts that the fae loved so dearly were slaughtered needlessly. The ground was pillaged for their resources. Auberon and Titania grew enraged with the death of their people, the slaughter of the animals, and the manipulation of their land.

Once a happy and peaceful race the fae morphed themselves into creatures of hate and destruction. Hands that once helped bring life to earth now brought death to man. King Auberon used the gifts bestowed on them to try and bring man to their knees.

The elves watched.

The elves watched as the fae forced rivers to overflow to drown the villages near them. The elves watched the fae cause the earth to shake and break, swallowing people whole. The elves watched the fae send their mightiest beasts to tear and rip the men apart. The elves watched the fae turn dark and evil. Stealing children from their beds so that their corpses could be found the next morning by grieving parents. Bewitching individuals to follow them to their own deaths. The elves watched the fae become the very nightmare that haunted the dreams of man. And finally when it seemed like man could do nothing but bow to the will of the fae did the elves watch the tides turn.

For you see, nothing brought into being is without balance.

It was all thanks to a simple metal.

One ignored by the fae for its lack of shine. Iron was the bane of the fae race. It poisoned their blood and burned their flesh, leaving wounds they could not heal from. The men crafted their weapons from iron and revolted against the ones who attempted to suppress them. The fae tried to combat them, crafting their own weapons from the silver and gold but they could not remain in the very presence of iron without feeling weak.

For how strong and gifted they fae were was how weak and powerless they were to the iron.

Blood was spilt, tainting the ground that was once so carefully cared for by the fae. Forests decimated and rivers left running red. The war between fae and man was brutal. Death clung to the world like a heavy fog, thickening the air and suffocating all those who breathed it in. The elves in all their wisdom strayed away from the war, not wishing to defile themselves in its darkness. The dwarfs stayed in their caves and tunnels, too busy mining and crafting to fully care of what occurred on land above. The fae and man warred until it seemed like the world would be bathed a permanent red.

And then it all stopped.

In one simple night the entire fae race disappeared.

Their great kingdom vanished.

It was as if they never existed.

The earth healed on its own, though much slower without the aid of the fae, and all the damage done to land and man was forgotten with time. Eventually the fae and the war became not even history. The fear that the fae held among man was lost, and they became the simple stories of fantasy. Their great power a figment of the imagination. The greatness of the fae faded into simple creatures meant to spook children at night.

Men forgot

Dwarfs cared not.

But the elves remembered, recalling the days in which they use to sing along with the fae and watch the earth grow.

"And that my child, is the story of the once great fae race." Lithe hands closed a book carefully, mindful of the wear and tear time had brought about the ancient object.

"But what became of the fae nana? Where are they?" young tired eyes implored the mother.

With a sigh the mother set the book aside and tenderly pulled her daughter close. "No one knows, little one, some believe the fae died out with time. The darkness in which they allowed to grow within them finally consuming them."

"And what about you nana?"

With a tender smile the mother stood and carefully tucked her child in.

"I think they sleep, awaiting the day in which the world needs them again."

Moving to the candle that lit the room the mother smiled at her child. "Sleep well Arwen."

"Good night nana."

If there is any mistakes on my elvish (I'll be using websites for words and phrases) please tell me and help me correct them. Hopefully I can update in the next few weeks. Sorry for the wait that will occur but time is a fickle thing.