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Introduction
On a hillside facing the forests near a glorious Elven city was once an infant swaddled in silk, gazing up at an azure sky.
She made no sound and stirred not a limb, but merely lay there in full view of predator and prey, friend and foe.
An Elven Rider, tall and fair, found the child and in her right hand, a note that read simply, "Farewell, my Sarelaine." He took her astride his graceful mount and returned to the city that day with a strange tale for those who would listen.
The great family of Renswoth accepted her as theirs and raised her to become a maiden of Rivendell. Through the great wars she grew in mind, body, and spirit, playing with the other children, absorbing mysterious tales from the elders.
It was like this the girl matured, carefully cultivating stands of her own while simultaneously following obediently the commands of the leaders. But a burning desire to not only conceal behind a mask, but to become a separate entity grew inside her, to shake off the supporting hands on her shoulders. It flared up at times when she was alone and eventually culminated at the conclusion of the wars.
By then she had the straight black hair and smooth, fair complexion of a refined Elven princess, yet also possessed the heart of a chained panther, waiting for the right moment. As the heroes returned to their homes, with them came a stranger, none of which the likes had been seen before. He offered her much, bidding her follow to his glorious home if she accepted.
She did.
Leaving only a note written in a fine sloping hand, the maiden stole from the night cover of darkness to begin a journey that would shape her soul. Sometimes it was hacked into shape, occasionally molded with gentle hands, but above all, the path brought her to a race of elves that found their livelihood in the trees, bushes, and hills. Here she learned the arts of archery, disguise, riding, and blending into one with the surroundings, among other time-honored crafts. Then just as suddenly as before, the dark-haired elf was gone, leaving a note that showed her hope that they would remember forever "the maiden with jade green eyes".
With jade green eyes.
With jade green eyes she watched the world in its magnificent splendor and its minute detail. With jade green eyes she saw the target, prepared to run. The same jade green eyes.
It has been said that every life has a tale to spin. My name is Sarelaine, and this is my story.
AN: This is the first time I have dared to venture into the elite echelon of LoTR writers, so before I continue, I want three to five reviews-flames, critiques, praise, whatever, ok? *smiles sweetly* Oo, it's considered scary for me to smile sweetly, oh well.