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A/N: Hello everyone!! I'm back, and with a new story for you all! (YAY!) Anyhow, I have been working on this since like March, and wanted to wait until A New Life Found was pretty much done!.... So, here is the prologue to the new story. I hope it will be much better written than my last story. (To the whishes of many flamers) I hope you all like it. To my faithful readers, who read A New Life Found since the beginning, and HAVE liked it, I thank you, and I hope that you enjoy this story as well. Well, this is getting rather long, so I will leave you to reading. And REMEMBER! Always Review, cause it is my inspiration to write, and plus it just makes me happy! :) Adios!

Prologue

The thundering of hooves rang throughout the forest. The rider in front rode swiftly, but cautiously, for he was trying not to drop the young she- elf wrapped in her grey cloak sleeping in front of him. Not all of the riders were returning just yet; some were still out looking for survivors.

A band of orcs had mutilated the little town just inside the forest of Rivendell in the early morning hours. It seemed that they had left none alive, but the whimpering of the young she-elf found its way into one of their sensitive ears. Her parents were found lying next to her, dead. The young one clutched helplessly to her mother's hand as she tried to revive her. But no breath was in the young mother's lungs.

Glorfindel just happened to be passing by her little home and heard her cries. He made his way into the demolished home, only to find the young one crying by her mother's dead body. He gently picked her up and whispered softly into her ears, and she had fallen asleep.

"Look for more survivors!" He bellowed out to the rest of the elves as he whistled for his horse which came trotting up to his master. Glorfindel held the young girl as he mounted his large steed, and rode towards Rivendell. Some followed, some stayed, still searching.

Celebrian looked up as she heard the pounding of hooves come through. Elrond had approached the riders; he was now speaking to Glorfindel. She sat up off the bench she was sitting on, and gracefully made her way over to them as best she could. Her swollen belly made her walk awkwardly, but she didn't mind. This was her third child.

As she got closer, she could see the form of a little girl in Glorfindel's arms. "What happened?" She asked.

"She was found in one of the houses, her parents were dead." Glorfindel replied.

Celebrian nodded, and motioned for him to hand her the girl. As he did, she stirred.

"Shhh.." She cooed, but the girl was awake and staring up at her with bright eyes that were of a silvery blue color.  Like liquid steel..

"Where am I?" She asked, sleepily.

"You're in the house of Elrond. I am Celebrian. What is your name my dear?" She asked softly as she turned to get the girl a room.

"Danidriel" She said, and then laid her head on Celebrian's shoulder and fell back asleep.



The birth of the new baby was but a few short months later. A baby girl Celebrian had, Arwen. Elrond was ecstatic, and his joy seemed to light up the whole palace.

Danidriel was a little girl, she only looked to be about 5 in mortal years, and was waiting outside of the birthing room in which the happy couple was now in. Her older foster brothers were sitting patiently with her, and all of them perked up a bit when they heard Elrond speaking to the new baby which had silenced its cries.

"Arwen, my evenstar. Arwen Undomiel everyone shall call you, you shall be the greatest beauty in all of Middle Earth. I will cherish you always."

Celebrian now spoke too softly for the children to hear, but they had heard Elrond. It didn't seem to bother Elladan and Elrohir, but it somehow hurt Danidriel. Yes, she was young, but she understood what Elrond had said. She was never first on any list of his, and Celebrian was the only one to spend time with her. She became Danidriel's foster mother, and cared for her like her own, the twins thought of her as a sister, and tried to spend time with her. Well, if they weren't with their friends. . .