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The Forgotten Journey
Chapter 1
Narrator (Elrond): A long time ago, much before your time there was a miraculous elven woman. She was no ordinary elf you see, she came from a far away land, which passed on before its time. She was but a child when the land of Basill was taken over by the evil wizard Saruman. He killed her people and the ones that could survive his wrath planned escape for the Grey Havens. Alas, none made it there…they were slaughtered by merciless orcs. All but one…a small girl…only five years old at the time…her name was Mylea. This her story of how she fought for the memory of her people, and the elves that came to be her family…
"Elrond…what are you doing here my friend, I told you he was gone and your troops need you to lead them back to their homes." A great gray wizard said.
Elrond slowly turned to face him. He looked tired and life had been drained from his face. He was covered in blood of those he didn't know and dirt from the earth surrounding him.
"Gandalf I know it is time that I make my way home…I miss my children. I must find Celeborn before I retreat though, I dare not leave anyone behind."
Gandalf smiled and whipped sweat from his forehead.
"Always thinking of the others Elrond."
"I am not the hero you make me out to be, just a mere concerned friend."
Just as he finished his sentence he spotted the silver hair of Celeborn a mile away. His gray eyes surveyed the land one last time as Celeborn came towards them.
Celeborn's face did not carry the worries Elrond's did. He was much more spirited and wore a faint grin across his pale skin. He carried his sword steadily at his side and came to a halt next to Gandalf.
"Why do you bear so much toil Elrond, we have won!" Celeborn commented as Elrond looked to the ground.
"We have won this time yes…but I feel something else is coming though I cannot explain it."
"I have no feeling of the sort and I'm sure Gandalf will agree that we need to leave this place, there is nothing left."
"Yes, come Elrond…I'm such little Arwen will be wanting to see you." Gandalf added.
Elrond nodded and the three lead the troops north for Rivendell. It was a long road to travel, they stopped only twice for rest and were determined to make it back by their fifth day of travel. They saw many lands ripped apart; dead families lay in the streets among them. They dare not look into the deceased's faces; scared they would lose hope for their own family's safety. They had no idea what would await them for they had heard no news yet.
On the fourth day they came across Lothlorien and bade Celeborn goodbye. As they left, something caught Elrond's eye. A small body lay curled up near a large cherry oak tree motionless. Elrond called Gandalf over and took him to the body.
"Is it a human child?" Gandalf wondered kneeling down.
"No, I don't think so."
Elrond gently turned the small figure over and saw the face a little girl. Her long robes were torn and dirty and she looked to be unconscious. She had flowing auburn hair with red flecks that reflected the light, and her fair skin was messed with mud covering her full lips. Her feet were bare and her small pointed ears hid behind her hair.
"She's alone Gandalf. I know this kind of elf…they were run off of their lands, she's a Basill Elf. The red in her hair is a dead giveaway."
Gandalf gasped and picked up the child and held her tightly.
"We must find a home for her, she would be in a lot of danger on her own."
Elrond nodded and looked at the small girl and surveyed her carefully. Gandalf was near tears; it had affected him most harshly. He was the friend of many there and god father to so many more. Elrond decided what needed to be done as he took one last look at Gandalf cradling the child.
"I would take her with me, but a wizard is not a fit family." Gandalf spoke sadly.
"I will take her, she needs the protection of my people." Elrond said bravely.
Gandalf smiled and nodded and they carried the child off and Gandalf set her upon his horse. He then joined her and supported her small head as they rode off towards Rivendell.
