Disclaimer: I own nothing associated with Lord of the Rings. As for all other OCs they are mine no taking. Also I wanted to point out that even though this is a Lord of the Rings fanfic some things may be different from the books and movie. It's the only way I could fit my character in sorry to those who do not like the idea… well happy reading ^_^

CH 1 Terror On The World Known as 5th Star of Night

There once was a legend about a young woman from another time and place who would help save our world. This woman was the keeper of Time and Space. She would be beautiful and fare as an elf, skilled in fighting like any man, known as the daughter of the moon and snow. When the time for The One Ring to be destroyed came she would be brought to middle earth. Unaware of her destiny and things to come, will she be able to fulfill her part? Will she be one of the many to make it to her journey's end? Now listen close children for this tale is now about to begin.

A young woman could be seen running for dear life as the rain continued to fall heavily from the sky. Soaked to the bone and covered in her family's blood the lady refused to stop running for her feet which cried in agony, her chest burning and her heart aching. She knew something like this would happen to them. Did she know her family would be killed? No but she knew this town would want them gone just like all the others they had come across in their travels. Her family was constantly moving from one place to another trying to find a place that was excepting of them but could find no such town. This town being so small as it was they thought it would be safe but in such a small place everyone knew each other's business and it would have only been a matter of time before the town knew… three weeks to be exact.

Once the whole town knew it was as if the battle of weapons and magic had been revived once more on the 5th Star of Night. She was reading her book of shadows trying to figure out why this one spell she made wasn't working like it should. It was driving her nuts. A knock on the front door caused her to sigh in frustration. She had assumed it was her younger brother's friends. Picking her book up off her desk, the young woman stuffed it into her messenger bag alone with her favorite quill and ink. She was going to work on her spell outside under the full moon. She then quickly moved to her vanity mirror and grabbed a red, purple and black ribbon from it. She tied the black ribbon around her wrist and stuffed the other two into her bag. Slinging the bag over her head she stood by her closet door thinking if she should change out of her violet tank top when she heard gun fire. Her heart sank another shot followed by screams. Quickly she grabbed her silver and black cloak stuffed them into her bag and ran downstairs.

"MOM!" What she saw was engraved on her mind. Her mother and brother had both been shot. From the looks of things her brother died right away and her father was still clinging to life. Walking to her brother she knelt down and began to cry.

"Why… why is this happening…?" Her hands shook as she desperately searched for a pulse in her brother neck. She knew it was pointless but she had hung on to hope.

"Simple your family practices witch craft. Around here people don't like witches… we shoot them on the spot." Lifting her head she was disgusted to see her former best friend standing in the door way with a gun in his hand. Next to him was the sheriff. She was about to speak when she felt herself being tugged away from her brother. Looking to see who was pulling her, she felt her heart sink further.

"Mom…?" "Run… I don't have much strength left but I can hold them off long enough for you to get away. Don't worry I'll be joining you father and brother on the other side. From there I'll watch over you always. NOW GO!" Standing up the mother turned around and faced the killers. Waving her had she sent the young man flying across the room.

"RUN!" Another gunshot rang in the air and the young lady watched as her mother became lifeless. At once she took off escaping out through the back door and through the forest. With her family dead and those last moments haunting her mind two questions kept coming to mind. Why did he betray her? How could he kill her family? Not paying attention to where she was going she tripped over a root that was sticking out of the ground. Fear gripped her as she scrambled off to the side and rested up against a tree. Sitting for a bit she did a quick look over at herself and her situation.

Her black leggings that she designed, making stars and moons with silver thread, was covered in blood and mud. Her violet tank top was torn and covered in the same elements as her pants. That was to be expected since she held her brother's body and just now fallen in the rain. Looking at her feet she sighed. They were cut here and there and were causing her a great deal of pain now that she was no longer running. Right now she wished she hadn't kicked her shoes off when she had gotten home from the store. Sighing She untied the black ribbon from her wrist so she could tie her wet hair back into a ponytail. She didn't care if her silver eye was now visible with her green one. She needed it out of her face so she could see where she was running. Next she took out her black cloak put it on and placed the hood over her head. She then made sure the silver one was not sticking out of her bag. She didn't want it to show at all.

She was hoping that with the little moonlight that showed threw the trees and her quick and quiet movements she would look like nothing more than a shadow with her black cloak on. Getting to her feet she was about to start running again when a voice yelled out.

"ITHILIEL LOSSIEL, COME ON OUT! THERE IS STILL TIME FOR YOU TO BE FORGIVEN OF YOUR SINS. WE GAVE YOUR FAMILY THE SAME OPTION BUT THEY TURNED US DOWN. WE HAD NO CHOICE BUT TO KILL THEM. MAGIC USERS AREN'T WELCOMED HERE MY SON ALREADY TOLDYOU THAT NOW COME ON OUT!" Ithiliel glared at the sheriff. She wasn't born yesterday, unless his son told him not to shoot her and convince everyone else not to she would be dead on site. Taking a deep breath she took hold of her charms that hung around her neck.

One was a heart shape charm that had elvish writing written along the outside of it while on the inside was a dragon posed next to an hourglass. In the center or the hourglass was a small ruby. The other charm was a circle with the same elvish writing written along the outside and the wiccan star on the inside. Both charms were made from pure silver. Closing her eyes she hopped The Seven Valier were watching over her like her mother always told her. Letting her necklaces go Ithiliel was on the move once more. Not once did she look back her mind was focused on getting out of this alive. So focused she failed to realize the ruby in the center of the hourglass begun to glow.

Eventually she was forced to come to a complete stop. She had gotten to the edge of the forest but unfortunately it lead out to a cliff. Walking to the edge she looked down to see waves crashing up against the walls of jagged rocks. If she jumped she would not live threw the fall. Standing there she began to ponder what she should do next. Time was something she did not have so whatever she decided on had to be done fast.

"Ithil…" Her head shot up and she quickly turned around to see who it was that dared use her nickname. When her eyes fell upon the man she glared.

"Don't call me that traitor." The man only sighed and shook his head. Shifting the gun's weight he looked her dead in the eyes.

"Even your eyes are bewitching… Come with me. If you beg for forgiveness I'll make sure you are treated right. Come with me and I can help you leave this unforgivable life behind." Ithil stared in disbelief. Did he really think she would listen to him after all she had been through just now? Her mother's and brother's dead bodies flashed in her mind. Closing her eyes she shook her head as a look of disappointment flashed across the man's face.

"Never… You took part in killing my family. They were all I had…" Opening her eyes hate filled them and at once she shouted. "I WILL NEVER BEG! I WILL NEVER TURN AWAY FROM MY BELIEFS! I'D RATHER TAKE MY CHANCES WITH THE JAGGED ROCKS BELOW!" The man raised his gun and took aim at her. Ithil gasped and took a step back closer to the ledge. Taking her charms into her hands once more she took a deep breath.

"Don't be a fool Ithil." That was it that was the last straw she had made up her mind. Quickly she turned around and jumped off the cliff praying she survived through this. All this time the ruby never stopped glowing and when Ithil made up her mind to jump a blinding red light engulfed her and once it faded she was no longer falling towards jagged rocks. Instead she found herself among a vast and unfamiliar forest. She could feel the wisdom and age in them. She could feel their gentle spirits. These trees were unlike the ones from where she was from. Those trees were all dead and lifeless yet here they brimmed with life.

"Where am I?"

A/N: Okay here are the translations of Ithil's name.

Ithil – moon

-iel – daughter

Loss – Snow