Alreia Ravenhelm, the only full blooded elf born to Elros, brother of Elrond. The rest of Elros' direct descendents were found in the Dunedain, true through the second and third ages of Middle Earth. Alreia as one ennin at the time of the Last Battle of the Great Alliance against Sauron. Only a child by elven standards, she was not permitted to join the fray, but was left encamped on a mountainside to watch. She was the youngest of immortals to watch Sauron fall at the hand of her nephew Isildur. But her pride in him faded when he refused to part with his trophy, the One Ring.
Once the battle had long passed and there was little Shadow left in the world, Alreia took to spending her time with her relations in the kingdoms of man. As time progressed she became the lone female Ranger. Ennin upon ennin passed in this manner. And then, when he came about and then of age, Alreia became quite attached to young Aragorn, combating shadows and dark things alongside him and journeying with him to Rivendell often.
Alreia, through these ages, had grown to be fair indeed. Her silken hair was pin straight and as black as the darkest night sky, and fell in perfect contrast to her flawless ivory skin. Her eyes were as silver as the light of stars reflected in spring water. Her fair features, in combination with her maiden virtue and skills in hunting and combat earned many names amongst the men and elves of the ages. The Eternal Maiden she was to some, to others she was Moon Shadow. To most, she was The Huntress.
Alreia felt it in the wind when the Ring awakened. She knew it in the strength of the Shadows. And she saw it in the furrowed brow of Gandalf the Grey. And so, as Aragorn set off with Gandalf in search of the creature Gollum, Alreia turned instead for Rivendell, to seek the counsel of Elrond. There she remained for many months, receiving her news from birds and beasts that came to call. They spoke to her in fear of growing shadows and Black Riders. They told her in puzzlement of a group of peculiar little people being led by a Ranger.
"Peculiar little people" was interpreted as hobbit in the mind of Alreia, who had befriended the kind old Bilbo since her return. She had deduced that most hobbits had a kind demeanor like his and that made her glad. Se welcomed the idea of cheery Halflings in this time of growing darkness. Her heart was also made glad by the description of the Ranger, from which she knew his name: Aragorn.
She went off to tell Elrond this news only to learn that he already knew it, and had for some time. This annoyed Alreia, who was further irritated upon hearing that much of the court had known since the day Elrond had received word.
"I feel that I too am entitled to such knowledge, uncle." she stated. "Blood deserves a seat on the court."
"Young niece, we are both aware you do not call Imaldris home." Elrond replied, not unkindly. "And this matter does not much concern you, not yet."
But one point in particular had touched Alreia's nerves, a subject that so much time amongst mortals had altered her perception of. "'Young?'" she whispered. " Only to an elf would twenty one ennin be young, my lord. Especially as I have lived them." she tried to keep the contempt of the notion that was in her heart out of her voice.
Elrond smiled. "It is not your age, so youthful compared to my own, that makes me say this Alreia. Soon enough it will come to pass that this matter will concern us all."
There it is, chapter one. More of an introduction I suppose. The following chapters will be longer. R&R please?