A/N: This story is based on my character in crazycatluver's story, Zefron and the Two Towers. I just thought it will give you a more of a background on Naurrin and her past.
Disclaimer: I'll be saying it only once. Don't own nothing but my character(s), the plot, and this story.
Silent Angel
Prologue
A young elleth ran out of the talan, holding a basket.
"Naurrin! Naurrin, where are you going?"
Naurrin stopped and looked up to the flet to see her mother, Gaerwen. She had blonde hair that fell down her back, some strands in small braids, milky white skin, and sterling bright blue eyes.
"I'mma get more berries, mama!"
"I do not want you to go by yourself, Naurrin!" Gaerwen turned inside the talan. "Maethordhinen, go with your sister."
"But mama!" Naurrin whined, stomping her small foot on to the ground.
"Do not 'mama' me, young lady! Your brother is going with you, if you like it or not!"
An Elf walked from the spiral case, and over to Naurrin, who only reached his waist. He was fairly tall, blonde hair that was half pulled back in a braid, a few smaller braids falling around his face, and enchanting green eyes. On the side of his hip hung a sheathe sword, a bow and quiver full of arrows strap onto his back.
"Come Naurrin, last time you went for berries, you've gotten yourself lost for two days."
Narruin crossed her arms and huffed.
"I want you two back before dinner! Your father is coming home tonight." Gaerwen told her children.
"Papa!" Naurrin yelled and ran off, opposite of the talan.
"Naurrin, wait for me!" Maethordinen yelled, running after his sister.
Their mother smiled, shaking her head. She turned back inside, returning to her cooking.
Naurrin was singing fairly off key, picking red berries, as well as blue and black. Her brother was massaging his temples, sighing in irritation.
"Will you stop singing! You sound like a dying Orc."
Naurrin glared at him, sticking out her tongue. Maethordhinen stick his tongue back at her and laughed quietly. He studied his baby sister, smiling. Naurrin had brown hair with caramel streaks, which was unusual for an elf. Her skin was a medium tan color, another thing that was unusual for an elf. But what stood out the most was her eyes because they were aqua and hazel color combined. Maethordhinen could understand were the aqua came from, for his father had green eyes, while his mother had blue. But the hazel color, no one can figure out.
Naurrin was outgoing and outspoke if her family was insulted or she was made fun of.
"That is why you do not have any friends, sister." Maethordhinen thought sadly.
Naurrin ran up to him, holding up the full basket of different color berries. "I'mma done brother."
"Let us go home than."
Maethordhinen and their also taught Naurrin how to fight with and without weapons. They both believed that it was a good idea for her to know how to fight, since they live an hour away from Lothlorien, it was good for Naurrin to defend herself. Both males didn't believed in the whole woman are weak and should only stay at home clean, cook, and take care of their family.
"Brother, why am I so different from everyone else?"
Maethordhinen sighed sadly, putting a hand on Naurrin's head. "As father when he gets home tonight."
"Fine." Naurrin sighed but brighten, shoving the basket to her brother's arms. "Papa!
Naurrin ran over to her father, who smiled at his daughter. He picked her up, and swung her around the air, earning him a few giggles. Their father, Nauralad, had dirty blonde hair, and green eyes. He wore an armor of Lothlorien's Galadhrim, half covered by the green cloak with Lothlorien's leaf clasping it together.
"Naurrin, how have you behaved? Helped your mother around the flet I hope."
Naurrin nodded her head, her small arms around her father's neck.
"She has behaved well, father. And she has gotten better in her sword lessons."
"Maethordhinen, how are you son?"
The three of them walked over to the large tree.
"Great father. But I've been hearing a rumor about Orcs sighting within Lothlorien's borders." Maethordhinen said quietly, as Naurrin was set down and ran ahead.
"The rumors are true, my son. That is why both Lady Galadriel and March Warden Haldir sent me home so I may protect my family."
"Nauralad!"
Nauralad stumbled back, but quickly regain his balance. "Gaerwen, how I've missed you so."
"Ew!" Naurrin covered her eyes when her parents kissed. "I hope I do not ever fall in love!"
Maethordhinen chuckled, as their parents smiled. "Why not sister?"
"Than I won't have to kiss a boy!"
Nauralad laughed, picking up his daughter once more. "Will, that is fine with me. Now I won't have to chase off any elf who comes for you."
Gaerwen playfully hit her husband's arm. "She cannot stay at home forever!"
"Yes I can!" Naurrin protested.
"Oh Valar!" Gaerwen shook her head, the family of four going inside.
During dinner, Nauralad listened to his daughter and son talk about what has been happening during the month he was gone. As Gaerwen and Maethordhinen settled into the living area with a cup of tea, Nauralad was tucking his daughter into her bed.
"Papa, why am I different than everyone else?"
Nauralad sighed, and sat next to Naurrin's body, stroking her hair back. "Because the Valar made you special. To be unique, and stand out from the rest." He said softly.
"But everyone makes fun of me."
"Do not worry, Naurrin. Sleep, it is past your bed time."
Naurrin nodded, turning to her side. Nauralad kissed her temple and left her room. In seconds, Naurrin's eyes glazed over to find her self in a peaceful sleep... For now.
In the middle of the night, Naurrin was being shaken awake.
"What?"
"Get up Naurrin, hurry! Orcs are nearby!"
Naurrin's eyes widen in fear and sat up in bed. She saw her brother in front of her. He picked her up into his arms, putting his cloak over her small frame.
"I will take you somewhere safe."
"But mama and papa!" Naurrin cried.
"They will catch up. But we must go and warn the Galadhrim."
Maethordhinen ran out of the talan and into the forest. Naurrin saw her parents fighting off more Orcs than she can count, the top of the talan on fire. The two siblings were soon far away from danger, but Maethordhinen stopped as he heard Orcs coming from behind.
"Mother! Father!" Maethordhinen whispered, holding back tears. He put down a scared Naurrin, going down on one knee. "I want you to go hide behind those bushes," He pointed to thick bushes behind her. "And take this pack. Inside are your weapons, go now!" Maethordhinen quickly kissed his sisters hair and pushed her to a run.
Once Naurrin was hiding in the bushes, he stood and took out his sword.
"For you father and mother, I will avenge your deaths."
Naurrin put her small hands over her eyes, not wanting to see the Orcs that frightened her. But her brother's words echoed in her head.
"Never take your eyes off your enemies. They may strike you at any given moment."
So Naurrin slowly took her hands off her eyes but regretted doing so, for she saw her brother, whom she cared and admired deeply, be slain from behind. Maethordhinen fell to his knees, blood oozing out from his stomach wound.
"I love you Naurrin. Take care of yourself, be careful."
Naurrin put her hands to her mouth from crying out, tears streaming down her cheeks. She saw her brother eyes roll back, lids closing, as blood fell from his mouth, and fall to the ground, dead. Naurrin wanted to go out and fight, but something kept her back, so she only rocked back and forth. The Orcs sniffed the air, slowly making their way towards Naurrin's hiding place. But to her relief, Lothlorien's guards came and begin to slaughter the Orcs, which only took a few seconds.
Haldir kneeled next to the fallen Elf body, turning him over.
"This is Maethordhinen, son of Nauralad!" The March Warden said surprise.
He stood up and was about to order his men, when a noise in the bushes made him turn around, his sword out, ready to kill any enemy. But he only saw Naurrin run out, throwing her pack down and fall next to her brother's lifeless body.
"Maethordhinen! Wake up! Open your eyes! It's not good to have your eyes close! Brother, I'm sorry! I will never borrow your sword without your permission!" Naurrin shook his body, crying.
The Galadhrim all sadden at this, for she was so young and watched her brother die to his death by the hands of evil.
"Please!"
Rumil, Haldir's younger brother, took the child in his arms, letting her cry on his shoulder. Some of the Galadhrim returned from the direction of Naurrin's once home. They shook their head, telling their March Warden there was no survivors. Haldir closed his eyes briefly, and reopened them, turning to Naurrin's distress form. Rumil, along with the other Galadhrim, waited for the young March Warden to give out orders.
"Let us returned to the city, bring Nauralad, his wife, and son with us for a proper burial. Rumil, you go ahead of us. I rather not have her see anymore."
"Yes brother." Rumil stood up, picking up the pack, and started walking east, a sleepy Naurrin in his arms.
"Poor child. She looked no older than 145." One of the younger Galadhrim said.
"She is actually 205." Everyone turned to Haldir a bit surprise. "Nauralad told me about his family, how much he loved the."
Orophin, Haldir's middle brother, put a hand on his shoulder. "Come Haldir, we mustn't linger any longer."
Haldir nodded and looked up at the dark sky past the trees.
"I will keep her safe, Nauralad, do not worry. This I promise you."
Naurrin woke up the next morning in a panic when she noticed she wasn't in her bed nor room. Rumil, who came in to check on her, calmed her down, though it did not last long as she remembered the previous night. When Haldir came in, a dress with matching slippers in his hands, he found a crying elleth being rocked back and forth by his brother. He kneeled in front of them, Naurrin sniffing.
"The Lady Galadriel has requested to see you, Lady Naurrin."
Naurrin blushed and hid her face in Rumil's shoulder.
Haldir was taken back. "Did I say something wrong?"
"Nay brother." Rumil shook his head. "It is the same with Orophin, though she did not blush at the sight of hi." Rumil smiled amusingly, getting a glare from Haldir. "Ow!"
Naurrin pinched Rumil's stomach as hard as she could, turning even redder.
Haldir smiled, "that is what you get brother. Now, Lady Naurrin, you must change quickly. The Lady of Light will be waiting for you." Haldir held up a small red dress and matching slippers. "We got you new clothing."
Naurrin's eyes lit up and jumped out of Rumil's arms. She hugged Haldir, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek, while at the same time grabbing the dress and slippers, and ran behind the screen in the room.
"Told you." Rumil whispered but got hit in the head with Naurrin's slipper.
Haldir smiled, holding in his laughter. Rumil grumbled, tossing the slipper to Haldir.
"Little brat." He muttered, only to get hit once more by the other slipper.
Haldir, this time, laughed, sitting on the floor. Naurrin, now dressed, walked over to Rumil and Haldir, taking back her slippers, putting them on.
Haldir calmed down and stood. "Let us go than."
The three elves reached a high plat form, the Lady, Lord, and Orophin waiting. Both lord's arched an eyebrow, looking amused, as Orophin's shoulder's shook, coughing to his laughter. Rumil had a sour face, a medium size bump on his forehead. Naurrin looked down, holding on to Haldir's hand. Galadriel smiled, looking to the young elleth.
"Hello Naurrin. How are you doing?"
Naurrin looked up and shied behind Rumil, grabbing the hem of his shirt.
"She seems to be doing this a lot, Lady Galadriel. I apologize for her behavior." Haldir said, looking down to Naurrin.
"Do not apologize, Haldir. It has seem that Naurrin has lost her fiery spirit the day her family died. For a part of her has also died with them." Galadriel said sadly.
Naurrin peeked from behind Rumil, her eyes shining with unshed tears.
A/N: I hoped you liked it! Please Review!