Disclaimer:I nothing but Noruiestel
It was cold. The rain poured down in unrelenting torrents, as a young girl opened her eyes to look around at the strange forest that surrounded her. She had been on her own, wandering the endless trees for six years. Her dark reddish-blonde hair was dull and matted, now looking less like hair and more like a muddied nest that the songbirds would lay their eggs in. She was very young, a small and slender girl of only sixteen, but she was alone with no family to watch over her and no roof for her head. She had woken up one day in the trees with no recollection of how she got there or who she was. Nameless, homeless, friendless, food less. But she was changed, she was not sure how or when, but each day from her wakening her ears, once small and round, had gradually become more and more elongated and pointed. Other changes had taken place, but she could not quite describe them.
From a distance she could hear the sound of many feet trampling the ground, and voices floated along the wind uttering a harsh and dark language. She should have run, but she was stopped by the sound of a frightened horse and the cry of a woman. Wearily peeking out from the tree that she was hiding behind she could see where a beautiful blonde lady with pointed ears lay unconscious, her horse, not far away, dead and then they came. She ran to the strange women as the ugly beasts closed in. The woman briefly conscious once again looked up into her eyes and hoarsely but frantically uttered the word "yrch," and then she collapsed once more. The young girl searched around hurriedly to find something to fend off the hideous creatures that now surrounded her. They were the same size as a man but their skin was blackened, and mottled, looking more like rotting leather than skin. She picked up a rock and threw it at one of the creatures, but that only served to anger it and it charged forward and grabbed her by the neck. She kicked and fought against her attacker, but his grip on her throat was strong and she found herself running out of breath. The world became hazy, as the lack of oxygen affected her eyesight, and she felt like her eyes were bulging out of her head. What breath she could manage came out in short, shallow gasps until finally she was overcome by the suffocating darkness.
She floated in and out of consciousness as the creatures, orcs, beat her and abused her. Several times she was conscious enough to try to fight off the orcs, but she was too weak and they were too many, and it only caused more to come in and have a chance at the "feisty girl." Her back was raw with lashes and her body was broken and bleeding from the unimaginable torture that they subjected her to. The blood that ran down her thigh had inflicted the most pain, not only physically but mentally. She awoke to the fair-haired woman softly stroking her hair. The woman spoke softly in a language that she did not understand, but it was clear that the woman was trying to soothe her. She curled up against the woman, and cried while the woman held her in a motherly embrace.
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And this is how their days went, the woman named Celebrian became almost a mother to her, and Celebrian had given her a name. Her name was Nóruiestel Edeniel, Fiery Hope (Edeniel means new daughter). Together they endured, they survived, but Noruiestel could see that Celebrian was fading. Now, they were both physically broken but something had broken inside of Celebrian, somesort of Grief had taken hold. Each day the orcs would come beat and ravage them until they could not move. In her heart Nóruiestel knew that they would eventually die victims either of bloodloss, infection, or starvation, it was just a matter of what came first. A large orc, whose name she had found out was Rhuk, staggered over to where she and Celebrian were tied up. Nóruiestel closed her eyes and braced herself for what was to come. Rhuk usually came at least once a day and she knew him to be one of the more savage orcs. She waited for his blow but it never came, instead she heard him utter what sounded like a whimper, if orcs could make such a noise and she opened her eyes. Protruding out of his chest was the end of a sword. The wielder withdrew his weapon and Rhuk fell lifeless to the ground. She caught a glimpse of her rescuer but she only could see his long brown hair for another orc with hideous bulging eyes ran out and attacked him. Quickly and skillfully he slashed through the creatures torso and parried the strike of a third orc. Nóruiestel could see that there was not just one ellon but two. Their resemblance to each other was uncanny. Except for the differences in their fighting style she could not tell the two apart. They ran throughout the encampment slaughtering the orcs that stood in their way until finally the melee died down. The two returned, one who on closer inspection had longer hair stooped down and picked up the currently unconscious body of Celebrian and Nóruiestel was almost positive that she heard to elf whisper "naneth." The other elf bent down and silently picked her up.
"Noro Lim Belfaer, nan Imladris" she dimly heard the elf on whose horse she laid whisper. Then as it had many times before, the her darkening vision went black and she could see no more.
