Chapter 1
I have tried to stay as close to Tolkien's time line/characters/story as possible but there are a few things that are different, this being my own creation :) The biggest difference being poor Feanor did not destroy his family nor his name in his desperate search to avenger his loss.
Many years before Frodo's struggle with the one ring, before Bilbo's Adventures with the dwarf company, even before the first war with Sauron, strange things were happening among the elves. Strange secrets were being spread, kept from even the oldest of friends. Secrets with questions destined to go unanswered, secrets that whispered of Valinor.
"My lady! A messenger comes with word from the white shores!" A member of Lady Galadriel's guard called as he ran up the white steps of the House of Lorien. The obvious excitement was clearly apparent in his voice and expression. Never had news been sent from Valinor to Middle Earth, not in this age. Instantly Galadriel's attention was consumed as her eyes studied her guardsman's face. It was truth he spoke. Soon Lord Celeborn was by her side; his expression was that of concern. These were strange tidings and he feared the news would not be good. Just then a golden horse with a long white mane and tail came galloping down the narrow trail that wound through the forests of Lothlorien. Sitting upon the creature was an elf that more closely resembled that or Celeborn or Elrond. He was regal and proud, but in a dreadful hurry. He had dark hair that was being whipped behind him. He wore a silver and blue tunic embroidered with emerald green thread. The horse galloped up the marble steps and skidded to a stop in front of Galadriel. The elf swung out of the saddle and immediately fell to one knee.
"My apologies my lady for making such an entrance." The elf spoke, clearly out of breath, he kept his right hand pressed to his breast and his head bowed until Galadriel stepped forward. She extended her hand and lifted the elf from his knees.
"What is your name edhel?" Her smooth hypnotic voice calming the messenger as he stood and took a deep breath.
"My name is Bregolien, and I have come a long way with important news My Lady. I do not wish to be rude, but is there perhaps somewhere we can speak away from prying ears?" He asked shooting a glance to the guardsman who suddenly looked deflated and with a short bow backed off the veranda.
"Come." She motioned and with a graceful sweep of her long dress she climbed the stairs to her and Celeborn's private library. The three entered the room and the doors were sealed behind them.
"What is this business that must be done in such secrecy?" Celeborn demanded, his uneasy feeling still gnawing at him. "And why have you traveled all the way to Lorien and not to Rivendell?" Galadriel gently laid her hand upon her husband's arm to calm him.
"Let our guest speak." She whispered softly. Bregolien gave a thankful nod as he began his story.
"A great conflict has broken out in Valinor, Fëanor's daughter has not found favor among the Ainur…"
"Fëanor has no daughter." Celeborn interrupter, he was perplexed by this elves seemingly foolish blunder. The elf stopped and stared at him.
"She had only just been born." Bregolien whispered. The shock was clear upon the High elves faces. How had Fëanor fathered another child? He already had many sons and was among the oldest of all the elves, now crowned the High King of all elves.
"It is not possible…" Galadriel stumbled forward slightly and clung to her husband to comprehend what was being said. To occupied with the thought of a new child to their king, they had missed the cruel news that came with what normally would be a reason for celebration among all elven kind.
"Please, let me finish. Varda looked upon the child and soon jealousy filled her heart, for the child rivaled her in beauty. In her anger she convinced the other Ainur to remove the child." Bregolien winced as if speaking that statement physically hurt him. "Nerdanel would fade into Mandos in her grief if such happened, and the child is still a babe, she deserves not such a fate." He finished and let his head hang in sorrow.
"Again I ask, why were these tidings brought to us? Why not to Elrond? Or Thranduil?" Celeborn asked again still clinging to his wife for some comfort in this dark hall.
"There are a few reasons, one being the care taker needed to be of the house of the Noldor, but also, the child is indeed very fair, and Fëanor wants his child protected from the charms of elven males and your land is the most tame, as well as large enough to hide her away from your people." He was going to continue with the instructions his king had sent him with but Galadriel stepped forward.
"Care taker?" She inquired.
"Yes, the child is coming here, so that she may be safe and raised in peace that she should have known in Valinor." The messenger seemed confused as if what else could he be telling them. Galadriel had not been so overwhelmed in many years. The direct child of their king was to be in her lands, under her protection, but not only that, her very existence needed to remain a secret from her long loyal friends. In was a painful and hard place to be put, but what other choice did she have but to accept, she could not abandon a new babe, which had not been born to elves for many years not, to die at the hands of the Ainur.
"What must we do?" She asked, sensing her husband's similar feelings in this impossible situation. Bregolien was visibly relieved.
"Protect her; raise her in your forests, so that she may live her life in ignorant bliss. If at all possible, she may stay deep within your realm, hidden from all others." He said whilst glancing out a narrow window into the thick and peaceful forests of Lorien. "She will be here soon, transported with great haste and secrecy. Tell your guard what you must to keep rumors from spreading, but I'm afraid I must take my leave and return, lest the Ainur notice my absence." With a deep bow and a sweep of his cloak he left the room and swiftly descended the stairs and mounted his horse. With just a word the horse bolted off into the forest once more and was gone.