OK so this is my very first story on FF. :D It may be a bit crappy but I want to use FF as a way to help improve my writing. So enjoy my opening to my OC ! :D
Oh and to all of the hard core LOTR people I love you but this isn't like timed right and stuff. I know Awren didn't exist 'til like 300 years after the war or something like that but I really wanted her & my OC to grow up together. Plus I couldn't think of any other way for them to do that if I moved Arwen's existence by a lot XD. So please do eat me alive for that. I didn't read the books but I do my research if I need certain questions answered :).
Chapter 1
The adopted daughter
Many, many years ago during the battle on the slopes of Mount Doom an elf named Elrond had lead the prince of Gondor into the mountain to destroy the ring of power but the hearts of men are easily corrupted by the power of the ring. The prince kept the ring and left Elrond standing, watching the world's fate change yet again. Elrond walked towards the doorway and heard a slight cry; the cry of an infant that it stopped him. He didn't hear anymore, he began to walk again and the cry began again too. He looked around; he followed the sound and ended up by the doorway. There he saw a hole; within it there was a baby. He quickly pulled the infant out and he held it close. The infant was girl and a dark elf. There were no clothes cover her. Not even a simple piece of cloth to have her lay on. She was left to die from the toxic fumes of the volcano. He removed the cape he had wore on his back and wrapped it around her. As he held her she stopped crying and she just looked at him with her big baby brown eyes. Her dark brown skin was beautiful. He was stunned to be holding her but then noticed something around her bellybutton as he wrapped her in his cape. It was surely the language of Mordor. How were these markings on her? How does she even exist? He thought. Sauron had wiped out the dark elves. The dark elves had given Sauron had such difficult time when he tried to rule over them that he just decided to wipe them out; a whole race gone. But a rumor did go around; only for a little while that Sauron had taken the queen of the Dark elves and made her bare his child. Could this be that child?
Elrond decided to take her in. He and the last of his men left the land of Mordor to travel back to Rivendell. Their journey was long, everyone weary from the battle they had just fought. During this journey Elrond ordered a few men to find a goat that had milk to feed to the little baby. They were lucky every now and then find one. Elrond tried to make the little milk that he had last until they had come across villages that were kind enough to spare. As they travel the men whispered among themselves about what Elrond had with him. Some said that the child could be pure evil because she was Sauron's child. They worried of what might happen when she grew up. Everyone knew Sauron wanted power above all else and did not care for life only death & destruction, so why suddenly would he have a child. They suspected that Sauron would use her to secretly take over small villages but their questions could never be answered. Those sorts of questions could only dwell in their minds and wait to see what would become of her when she grew. The last of the men even had to spend a while within the borders of Lady Galadriel at Lothlorien. While they were there, Galadriel had given Elrond a gift for his new adopted daughter; clothes to properly keep her warm. Galadriel could tell that the child was born from evil. She warned Elrond before he departed to take very good care of her. It took months to return back to Rivendell.
Finally they arrived to their home of Rivendell. As the men arrived on their horses and on foot, people in Rivendell were alerted and fled to the entrance. Elvin women hurried to greet the warriors and or their husbands. One person in fact a little girl by the name of Arwen, Elrond's daughter, rushed her way through the crowd to see her father. Show no older than seven years old. A smile of pure joy came across her face when she saw her father. She noticed him holding something and asked, "What is that you are holding father?" Elrond knelt down to her level to tell who it was. "This is your new baby sister." He said smiling. When she saw the baby the expression on her face turned to a confused look when she saw the baby's features. "Is that an Ork?!" She exclaimed. He didn't get upset about how she responded to seeing the baby. Dark elves were of dark brown skin but were not like that of an Ork. Especially in personality, dark elves may have been the most noticeably different in features from everyone in Middle Earth but they were the kindest people you could meet. "No, she's a dark elf and the very last one too." He told her with a smile. Arwen didn't know of them but wasn't scared of the baby that her father held. She held out her arms asking to hold her knew sister. Elrond gave her the baby gently and Arwen held the baby close and tight. "What's her name father?" The entire journey Elrond couldn't think of a name to give her. Only when Arwen asked he came up with one. "Her name is Tiriara."
