Hello, My name is Laonca Súrion. This is my story of how I became who I am today.
Many legends and untrue stories have been created of how I came to be. Some, if not all have true facts braided into them. I am going to try to set the facts from the fiction…
It all started when my parents met. My father was a Drow and my mother was a High Elf. My mother was walking in the woods, trying to get her world behind her, when my father ran into her and knocked her over. He was panicking and trying to get up as fast as he could. She asked what he was running from but before he could answer, fire tipped arrows flew by them and stuck in the tree behind them. She then realized what he was, but was not afraid. She grabbed one of his big hands and led him to her hide out that she had made when she was but a young girl.
They lay there until they could no longer hear or see the Elves who were chasing him.
"Thank you" he said getting up.
"No, wait, you are injured. Let me help you. Please." She said standing up and taking his hand.
"Well, ok, I do need to rest a bit. Thank you…um, what did you say your name was?" He said looking confused.
"I am Eámanë." She said smiling.
"That's a beautiful name. I am Oropher. Not such a wonderful name, but what can you say, im only a Drow, nothing special like you." He said looking into her eyes for the first time.
"Well, come with me, I will fix you up and then you can be on your way if you like." She said.
My mother healed my father and they ended up talking. My father would live outside in the woods and they would meet everyday and just lay there for hours talking and laughing.
My father wasn't like any other Drow; he had more emotions than hate and anger. He was a more sensitive guy then most, he actually had a brain.
They ended up falling deeper in love with each other. Then I was born.
They were so happy, they had a new daughter and they were still madly in love. But the king found out and had my mother killed. Marrying or having children with a Drow was forbidden, definitely for a high elf like herself. They didn't catch my father or me. They would have killed both of us, even though I wasn't even a year yet.
My father raised me in the dark caves of the Dwarfs until I was ten.
He went out one day to finish some old business. He told me to stay home, but I couldn't resist, I followed him to Elanessë where I saw him killed. He had gone to kill the king because he had killed my mother. He almost succeeded, but something went wrong and he fled. The guards chassed after him and killed him. His body dropped right in front of the bush I was hiding in. I will never forget the sight…
They kicked him and left. He was still breathing, but it wasn't enough. I crawled out of the bush and grabbed his hand. He looked at me and smiled.
"I knew you couldn't resist. Just like me, you need to see." He gripped my hand, "Revenge my death if you feel it necessary." Then he ran his fingers down my cheeks where the tears had just trailed down. "I always loved you, and im so proud of you. Take care of yourself." He said as he took his last breath and kissed my forehead.
They killed my father and left me to wonder this world alone. And they say I have no heart.
I left the caves of the Dwarfs later that year and made my way through the world. I would never have survived in the caves; my father was the only thing between all the evils and me. For three years, no one would look or talk to me let alone give some food or shelter for the night.
Then one day I met a boy named Legolas, love at first sight…