Darkening of the Light

Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings or anything affiliated with it, I do however own my original character's.

Rating: This is rated M due to language, sexual situations, eventual gore and violence.

Spoilers: This is actually a prequel to a set of fic's I have planned this is the one that set's everything off, after this installment will be one during the time of The Hobbit, after that we will start the Lord of the Rings but only going through Fellowship and Two Towers then this will become a cross over with Legend of the Seeker.

Obviously I've had to change the genealogy of Elrond's house so here goes the new family set up:

First and Second Born: Elladan and Elrohir in 130 T.A

Third Born: Kieran 135 T.A.

Fourth and Fifth Born: Arwen and Denya T.A 241

We all know three of the five so for a quick bio on the two new additions to this happily dysfunctional family we have Kieran first:

She is the black sheep of the family. Her darker than normal hair gives way to the unknown darkness within her. Her hair stops just above her waist and is normally braided and tied up as she enjoys battle more than the homely duties a female elf would have. Her eyes are not gray as the rest of her families, they are hazel and change with her mood. Gray: Thoughtful. Green: Aroused. Blue: Sad. Brown: Neutral. She has a very deep dark gray that only comes out when she is extremely angry or otherwise provoked to fits of physical and verbal battle. She stands at 5'4†and is toned with very lean muscle due to her training with her brother's and other elves. She is very protective of her family especially her sister Denya. She enjoy being out and about and doesn't like being in one place for too long it causes her to become very cabin feverish. She generally fights with two elven blades and when necessary she will use a bow and even her fists for last resort.

Denya is the smallest of the family. She stands at 5 foot even. She has red hair that goes down to her shoulders and her eyes a stunning green. She, unlike Kieran, enjoys the forest and all that dwell in it. She in a respect can be called a Druid. She enjoys animals in their native lands and can listen to the trees and other plant life around her. She is very naive for her young age and simply adores Kieran. She always wants to follow her sister where ever she goes not even thinking of the danger she could put herself in. Denya also frequents Mirkwood more than Lothlorien therefore befriending a young Prince Legolas. Denya is generally followed by a large wolf whom she calls Aelis who when Kieran is not around protects the young elfling. As Denya is more of a druid she does not like the idea of fighting but when she does she uses a standard elven blade that was crafted long ago by the dwarves of a special type of wood: ironwood, but despite the name there is no metal in it though when struck with it the blade feels as if it is made of iron.

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Summary: Kieran first daughter of Elrond was born with special abilities, these abilities unfortunately led her to being a bit more vulgar and short tempered than most elves. Having no other choice Elrond sends her to live in Lothlorien with her grandparents, Celeborn and Galadriel, in hopes that they can figure out whats€™s wrong with her. What no one expected was the evil she held within her and the light she found in the most unlikely place: The Marchwarden.

Chapter One: Cursed

"Behold! The Shadow of my thought shall lie upon them wherever they go, and my hate shall pursue them to the ends of the world. But all whom you love my thought shall weigh as a cloud of Doom, and it shall bring them down into darkness and despair. Wherever they go, evil shall arise. Wherever they speak, their words shall bring ill counsel. Whatsoever they do shall turn against them. They shall die without hope, cursing both life and death. " ~ Morgoth to Haurin

Kieran sat out on the edge of the mountains surrounding Imladris just starring off into the distance. She had been forbidden to go past the mountains as punishment for mixing around the dinner ware before a large banquet where elves from both Mirkwood and Lothlorien would be joining them for their Spring Solstice and the birth of Arwen and Denya, the second set of twins of Elrond and Celebrain so of course the proud grandparents would be there to see the birth of their newest grandchildren.

Kieran sighed as she got up hearing other elves calling her name. She was on ledge not too far from one of the front gates into their little city. She brushed herself off as she walked down the path to see her grandparents waiting for her at the gates along with her brothers and father.

"So I take it this is the part where you tell me to get my things and leave for Lothlorien and also to learn how to behave myself." Kieran paused. "Oh! And to come back when I can conduct myself as a proper lady of Imladris, right, Ada?"

Elrond smirked. "You're things are already packed and ready to go with you, that is why your brothers are here as they have your belongings." Elrond paused to rub his forehead frustratedly. "This is for your own good, Kieran, with all the power I have I have been unable to pinpoint why you are like this. Your mother and I both agree being under the guidance of your grandparents will be a benefit for all of us."

Kieran listened quietly as she retrieved her things from her brothers. As she listened to him she frowned.

"So you're shipping me off then." She said sadly before looking up at her father. "Can I at least say goodbye to Mother and my sister's?" She asked quietly.

Elrond sighed. "She asked that you not as she is already unhappy we have to send you away."

Kieran taking her last bad and putting on her horse mounted him without saying a word or even looking at her father and siblings. She looked at her grandparents.

"I will meet you there." She said with a hint of anger not directed at them but at her father's refusal to let her see her mother before heading out for unknown about of time. She wouldn't be able to see her little sisters grow up.

Elrond sighed rubbing his forehead again looking over at Celeborn and Galadriel. "Thank you again, I have been at a loss as to what I can do to assist her in her more recent troubles." Elrond said. "She will likely never forgive me."

Galadriel looked at him and smiled warmly. "Give her time and she'll understand why you've done this." She then turned to travel with her husband and the few warden's they kept with them on their travels.

Kieran rode fast away from Imladris, she wouldn't give her father the stratification of seeing her upset by his words and actions. She refused to willing let anyone of that show through for anyone to see. She had a reputation for not showing a shred of emotion and thinking with logical and sometimes even coldly when tactics were being laid out or insults being thrown. She was going to keep that reputation up even if it meant doing those things behind close doors silently as to not be seen nor heard by anyone or anything.

Her horse was as unique as she was, jet black mane with amber eyes and a tempter as fierce as his owner. He seemed to show above animal intelligence and followed his riders order to her exact word unless he felt the notion wasn't worth it and he'd do something that would better fit the situation. The amount of time he's saved her life because her tempter clouded her thought process was rare, but it had happened before. He knew she was upset due to two reasons: she was packed heavy and she didn't want to for her grandparents to join her which she'd normally do in any other case. He didn't bother paying attention to what was being spoken as he knew he's hear about it later by his rider in a temper shortage at some point before going into the forest of Lorien. His name suited him and he was very proud to make sure his namesake was known to all that handled him, rider included.

"Tromluí," Kieran sighed. "What am I going to do?" She paused. "I feel so trapped back home, I think it's the mountains honestly. In Lothlorein I feel free and not caged in. I feel like I can be myself and have no one to chastise me when I come home dirty from a hunt or something. I understand I'm the oldest girl now, but, I was raised by boys. I like to hunt, play in the dirt, get into meaningful and meaningless fights." She said as she saw the lush green tree tops of Lorien. "I feel this is my home." She said happily before grinning ear to ear. "Now, lets see how many Wardens we can out run. She told him impishly. The horse snorted in response as they rushed to the quiet forest.

It was a peaceful watch, as it normally had been in Loiren and the Marchwarden was pleased with this. No orcs trying to raid, no humans treading too close to their borders, all in all a good year so far. Haldir nodded satisfied and was about to call him men back until he heard a horse in the distance and heard the laughter of only one female elf he just couldn't get and at this point really had no desire to understand. She was a free spirit as far as he could tell. She let no one hold her down except Lord Celeborn. He wasn't sure of their relationship, but rumors went around that she was his oldest grand daughter but Haldir refused to believe that she, Kieran the Dark Elf, was related to the Lord and Lady of Light. Groaning a bit annoyed he looked at his men.

"Let her pass. She's head to the capital, if she veers off course I will deal with her. Keep up the work, we will be going home tonight and the other garrison will take post for the next 3 months, unless we get other orders." He said keeping his eyes fixed on Kieran.

Something looked different on her, she looked upset about something. Whatever it was she didn't leave any carnage behind her but she had more bags than usual on her horse. Lady Galadriel, will Kieran be having a prolonged stay with us this time around?

She will be on her father's request. She is very special to us, do not be surprised if you see her and Celeborn sparing or other wise fighting in some manner, so there will be no need to break it up, when he's done you'll know. However, I often wonder if he'd rather we had a daughter like her. Kieran has a fire different than our beloved Celebrain, she holds a confidence that hasn't been seen in ages. She is indeed special and for that she is to be given by any means no special treatment from you nor anyone else. Galadriel spoke in his mind giving him his orders.

Haldir nodded. "Consider it done." He said before he went walking onto the path to have a gust of wind and a black blur go past him a few moments after he stood here drench along with the rest of his garrison by magically conjured water. He looked down the trail where he saw Kieran continuing to move fast on her horse but could still hear the ringing of her laughter in his ears. He flicked his arms a few times to get some of the water off and wiped off his brow. This was going to be a very long trip indeed.