Hello everyone! This idea has been in my head for a long while. I hope you all like it!

Chapter 1

I was told when I was eight that I came from a forbidden marriage. My father, Torgo, was one of the exalted elves of Lothlorien and therefore he must marry a she-elf equal to his own rank. My mother, Amadis, was the daughter of a horse maser of Rohan and beyond that a human. For a Lothlorien Elf to marry a human was the lowest most disgraceful thing one could do, and that got my father kicked out of Lothlorien and shunned.

Not having a home and with my mother pregnant my father was forced to come and live in my mother's village. He was looked upon as an oddity and was avoided by all. Forced to live in seclusion, my mother gave birth with only the help of my father. She died in child birth, because the children of the elves are special and no mortal could withstand giving life to one. This devastated my father of course and he fled to the wild lands a disappeared, never to be heard from again.

I was left with a family of seven who lived on a farm outside the village. The mother of this family hated me and, when I was old enough the father liked me a little too much. Being half human half elf I was an interesting creature to look at. All called me beautiful. I didn't know what that meant until I was seven and the eldest girl of the farmers family, who was fourteen, hit me and told me she hated me. I asked her why and she responded that it was because of how I looked. Everyone in the village stared at me in awe when we went out and no one ever paid any attention to her any more . "You're just a halfblooded freak! You don't deserve to be beautiful." she spat in my face and tried to hit me again I ducked under her arm and escaped to the wood shed. After I thought it was safe for me to come out, I ran way out into the pasture land to a watering hole, with still clear water that reflected the sky like a mirror. I stared at my reflection trying to understand what Renya was talking about. All I saw was a skinny girl with tangled black hair, pointed ears, eyes that were too big a nose and chin that were too pointy. The only possible thing I could see about myself that anyone would consider extraordinary was the color of my eyes. They were neither my mother's nor my fathers, they were all my own. A honey color almost golden sparkling and as if on fire.

The summer I turned eight was the year that the master of the farm noticed me. I was severely afraid of him and hid all the time trying to avoid him. There were times it worked and times it didn't. The times it didn't were the worst of my life. I decided to run away and I did in the autumn.

I didn't get far when a rider found me . He was kind and offered to help me get somewhere safe. I wasn't sure where I was going so I couldn't give him and answer. "What's your name love?" he looked at me through the flames of the camp fire. "Mythri." I was wrapped in a wool blanket that smelled strongly of horse, the answer came out muffled. "Interesting name . Where are you headed?" he asked. "I don't know, I just had to get away. Do you know where I could go." I asked meekly. He studied me and then said, " Aye, Rivendell is the best place for you. Though it is some 2 month journey from here." I looked down at the ground thinking. "what would I need to get there?" He told me the supplies I would need and then mentioned he was going that way and would be happy to 'escort the young elvish lass back to her own people.' I didn't want to tell him that I wasn't a full elf for then he might not have helped me.

We traveled together to the eastern edge of the Blue Mountains. Rivendell was just on the other side of them. How will we get over the mountains? " I asked. The stranger shook his head, "I can't go any further towards Rivendell now. We'll find a village. Maybe there will be someone who is going that way that can take you."

The man found a caravan that was going over the mountains that could take me. The mountains were dangerous and the company I was traveling with was just as dangerous. After they got over the mountains and we started our downward trek, the head of the caravan decided I was eating too much and ran me off leaving me a nine year old child to fend for herself in the wilds of the western mountain edge. Several days passed and I wandered the woods hoping I would stumble on something I could eat and that I didn't get eaten myself. Unfortunately I never learned what plants and berries were safe to eat and which were poisonous. On the third day of my exile in the forest I happened upon a large bush, full of dark red juicy berries. Half-starved and not knowing any better I gobbled the up as fast as I could. Within the hour I was lying on the forest floor curled up in a ball, crying and groaning. I don't remember anything after that.

"She looks like and elf to me." A voice said over my head. "No," said another, "there is something about her face that tells me she is not full blooded elf." the first voice, a younger more joyful voice, spoke again. "How did she come to be in the woods alone do you think?" I interrupted the elder one's answer by groaning and replied, without opening my eyes, "the caravan I was traveling with decided to drop me off early. Where am I?" the second voice I heard answered me, "Welcome to Rivendell, youngling. You have been ill many days. Most everyone should know that the fruit of the Blood Bush is not to be consumed." The deep voice had a hint of humor in it. My eyes flickered open . The first thing I saw was a high, white ceiling, arching up above me. The beams were white branches smooth and flowing not nailed to a specific direction. Raising myself up I looked around me. I was lying in a large bed with sheets made of a materiel that was unfamiliar. The bed was sitting in the center of a round room with so many windows there seemed not to be any walls. The windows had no glass so the sounds of the outdoors wafted in with the warm breeze . Sounds of water tricking over rocks and leaves waving in the air could be heard but underneath all that peaceful noise was the sound of voices, sweet melodic voices singing softly in a language that was not my own. I sat for a minute taking in the smells and getting lost in the sounds of Rivendell. A soft rustle reached my left ear and I was reminded that there were two people standing beside my bed. Turning to look at them I caught my breath, for there were the first real elves I had ever seen. They far surpassed my imagining. Tall, slender ad with features like my own except more prominent. Pale skinned and dark haired they seemed to be glowing. The robes the wore were extraordinary, silken and embroidered they fell about the elves like a waterfall. "what is your name child and from whence did you come?" the taller elf with the deep voice asked me I pulled myself upright and faced them more fully before answering with a childlike confidence, "my name is Mythri, the daughter of Torgo and Amadis of the Rohan village, Varnham. I have been traveling for many months to get here. Someone told me the people here could help me. Who are you?" The tall elf chucked and walked to the end of the bed. I am Elrond, lord of Rivendell. Why do you think we can help you here?" "Well because I'm an elf! The humans wouldn't except me so I thought the elves would." my childish eagerness overflowed in my expression. "We shall see what can be done about you . But for now you must rest and regain your health, food shall be brought up to you soon." And with that the lord Elrond and the other elf left in a swish of silk, taking the glow and some of the warmth with them.

It was a while until I was fully recovered from the poisoning, during that time I was visited several times by Lord Elrond's daughter the lady Arwen. She spoke with me about my past, my parents and occasionally my future. Kind and gentle she soothed me with here very presence, I felt completely at ease with her.

The Counsel met and decided that is was to be kept in Rivendell and become a hand maiden of Lady Arwen. My training started almost immediately and continued for five years , the elves thought that since I wasn't a true blooded elf it would take me longer to understand certain elements of the life in Rivendell and in some cases it was. I became close friends with Lady Arwen and she loved me as a sister.

On my fourteenth birthday I became the special lady-in-waiting for her Lady that was the best feeling, to be wanted, needed and loved. I never experienced that feeling so strong before that day.

Eight Years Later:

"Wake up Ms. Mythri. Lady Arwen needs your help in the healing room at once." I sat upright and looked toward the door where a blue robe was disappearing. I blinked my eyes, adjusting my eyes to the darkness and trying to figure out what time of night it was. I got out of bed and hurried into my robe. Quickly and silently as possible I slid through the halls making my way through the stone courtyard and gardens. The moon was peeking out from behind the clouds. As I made my way to the healing houses, a sad melodic chant coming from all about. As I arrived I heard Lady Arwen chanting in elvish. "What is it m'lady?" I knelt beside her. She was stooped over a small cot with a small form in it. I looked closer at the body Arwen was treating, it was small, humanlike even, except for its feet which were large and hairy. Its ears also were larger than human ears and pointy.

"what is the matter with him?" I asked one of the attendants. "He was pierced by a Morgle Blade. The Ranger called Aragorn brought him and three others like him to the borders of Rivendell just this late evening." She answered quietly. Arwen stood up and gestured me over to the bedside. "Go get my father. I've done all I can." she looked grave. Someone was standing in the corner watching it all and as Lady Arwen stood he straightened up and took a step forward. "he is already on the way, I summoned him before I came my lady" He bowed. "Thank you Aragorn I appreciate your foreknowledge." She looked at him in a way I had never seen her look at anyone else. "You're the one who brought those creatures to Rivendell?" we had stepped back into the corner to let the elvish healers try what they knew. I asked in an eager and curious manner. The man called Aragorn had a gruff, familiar look about him but, strangely enough a noble manner, he spoke to Lady Arwen with almost a loving respect and as though he had known her for a long time. I was interested to know their background but I knew it was neither the time nor the place. "Yes, we journeyed far in one night." as soon as he spoke I knew him. He was the kind stranger that helped me reach the eastern side of the Blue Mountains! I stared in astonishment at him for a moment, wondering what to say. He did not catch my sudden surprise. We walked out of the room as Lord Elrond, Arwen's father, walked past us and entered, closing the door behind him.

"My father will heal him don't worry." Arwen said to Aragorn. He nodded and looked lovingly into her eyes. "I only hope that we did not give too much information to the enemy." Arwen started to answer him but he stopped and turned to me. "Mythri, have you met the Ranger Aragorn?" Obviously they wanted to talk privately, but she didn't want to be rude. I smiled and took my chance to remind him of the young girl he helped some eight years ago. " I believe we have." I started. Aragorn looked at me puzzled for a moment. "He so kindly helped me find my home here 8 years ago." The light of sudden remembrance appeared in the Rangers eyes. " Ah, Yes! The little elf." he smiled. " I'm glad you found this place." I bowed slightly and turned toward Lady Arwen, "if you no longer need me-" Arwen smiled and nodded her head. "of course, we woke you. I will call for you when the sun rises." I curtsied and left them alone together in the moonlight.