A/N: So this is the idea of the story. What if Celebrian had been pregnant when she left for Valinor. Naurrethil is the daughter of Celebrian and Elrond. When Celebrian arrived in Valinor she was received by all 14 Valars, the child she carried was special. What if the Valar saw Elrond as the King of all elves, because of his bloodline and being related to everyone important.
In Valinor, the kingdoms of middle-earth have been rebuild and go by the same name. Celebrian is now overseeing the Rivendell dwelling in Valinor while she waits on her husband Elrond. When their daughter was born she was named: Naurrethil or Princess of Fire. As she grew up she was taught the healing arts by ëste herself. She was taught by Tulkas in fighting skills. But one day, the days leading up to the dwarves leaving Hobbiton on their adventure she was prepared and send to Middle – earth to help and protect the last generation of elves of its doom and the ring.
Naurrethil has blond hair, clear blue eyes. She basically looks like Claire Coffee
I have revisited the first chapter and re-edited. I hope it isn't as bad as it has been. Hopefully it has improved since the first posting.
As Naurrethil walked back to the house she and her mother shared in the new Valley. She reflected on her day with Tulkas, that Valar really was one of kind. She shook her head as she remembered his antics of the day.
Walking into the family room of the Palace she saw her mother sitting on the windowsill overlooking the Gardens. Her embroidery basket sat next to her, the threat in the basket rolling as she pulled on it. Knitting whatever it was.
"Hey ammë." she greeted her mother, walking up to her and sitting opposite of her.
"Hey hunny." she greeted, a soft smile on her lips. "So how was training with Tulkas?" she asked, her smile widening as she was used to hearing his antics.
"Good, very good. He told me he would like to see a fight between me and the best elven warriors. He said I could easily beat them. He even suggested inviting Etchellion and stuff." she stated, a little proud of herself with the compliment she had gotten.
"I imagine you would, my daughter. I think you got your talent of your father and grandfather." She replied, smiling as she put down her embroidery needle.
"Yea, I had to get my talent with a bow and sword somewhere right," Naurrethil smiled with a smug grin and unladylike manner.
"Yea, that you did. You should go and refresh yourself, dinner will be ready soon." Celebrian informed her daughter with an adoring smile, like a mother would do with her daughter. "yes, Ammë" she agreed, getting up and walking out of the sitting room.
Walking up to her room, she enjoyed the small breeze through the building. Smiling at the people she passed, it wasn't a secret that she got along with all the people working for them.
It wouldn't be the first time she rebelled against her title and how people saw her. sneaking off to the kitchens and other places. Either to sneak through the rooms or help the people there.
Entering her room she looked out the window opposite the door. A huge window with pillars looked out over the valley. In the distance, you could see the two trees lighting up the sky and the surroundings.
not that there wasn't a magical glow here. Naurrethil loved the mornings and evenings the most. It was the time when the valley and Valinor were at its most beautiful.
The lakes had an almost golden glow as the sun set or rise. Glittering particles always floated around the land, giving its magical outlook.
The maid entering her room brought her out of her reverie. "should I prepare a bath?" she asked, walking over to the small chest near the bathroom. "No, thank you." Naurrethil declined sweetly.
When the maid left her quarters, she ran her own bath and quickly prepared for dinner. Slipping in one of her dresses. Before running out the room and towards the open dining hall where almost all Cîrimladris (new Rivendell) elves ate.
A big room made from both stone and wood, lined with round arches and pillars formed the outline of the room. The hall looked out over the rolling hills of Valinor, the two trees sticking out over the horizon.
"so I still got a daughter somewhere under that dirt." Celebrian chuckled. Looking at her daughter as Naurrethil walked up the five steps separating the small rise and the lower floor.
"Yes." Naurrethil chuckled, sitting down at the table. Sitting down between the Royal elves of the past. Conversing about how everything went in cîrimladris.
Celebrian now being responsible for the running of it Cîrimladris until Elrond came to Valinor.
For some reason, that evening Naurrethil had gotten agitated. It wasn't getting better as she crawled under the sheets. Twisting and turning as a strange feeling settled in the pit of her stomach.
she had a feeling something was coming and when Celebrian entered her bedroom after a soft knock, her suspicion was confirmed.
"Naurrethil, the Valar have requested our presence, we need to leave immediately." She said in an almost ordering tone.
She had seen her mother like that only a handful of times. And it wasn't comforting to see her like that when she was already agitated.
She quickly threw on her clothes of that day, throwing her cape over her shoulders. Before following behind her mother.
In the courtyard our horses had already been saddled as we got on them, kicking them into gear as we road to the palace of the Valar.
"I'm glad you could come this quickly; I am sad to inform you that the time has come to Celebrian." Manwë started, looking at Celebrian with a regretful look on his face.
"It is time for Naurrethil to go to middle – earth," Manwë stated, his gaze moving to Naurrethil.
"what do you mean? I do not understand," she said, her head moving from her mother to the Valar in confusion.
"You Naurrethil will be leaving for middle earth soon. Your destiny is to be the saviour of the last generation elves in middle earth." Manwë started, standing up from his throne.
"You will play a big part in the destruction of the ring and Sauron. Gwaihir and Thorondor are on their way to bring you to Middle-earth." Manwë continued, descending his few steps that led up to his throne.
As they told Naurrethil what she had to do. She was more than surprised at the news. She would do it to save her people, but she would have liked to have been informed earlier.
"Gwaihir will leave you in the plains between Fangorn forest and Lothlorien. You'll have to make your way to Lothlorien from there." Manwë instructed, ending in his walk in front of me.
"Okay, but why do I have to go to the realm of my grandparents?" she asked them, looking between Manwë and the other Valar.
she didn't understand why she couldn't go to her father's realm. "by the time you get to Middle-earth things will be in motion ready. In seven days there will be a battle near the lonely mountain, but first, you have to visit Lothlorien." Manwë started explaining again as he started walking in front of the Valar's thrones. " Your grandmother will be using her powers to a great extent, by uncovering Sauron. With the training you had from Este you will be able to save her." Manwë informed her.
"Okay, but how will I get in? it's not like the Marchwarden and guards will believe me when I say I'm the daughter of Celebrian and Elrond." She challenged them, her mind already running with everything happening.
"You'll figure it out." He stated simply with a nod of his head. That Valar could really drive me nuts, sometimes. 'What do I say sometimes, most of the time?' Naurrethil thought to herself.
He shot Naurrethil a glare and she knew he had read her mind. 'damn him' she cursed him in her mind. 'damn him and his mind reading.'
"Before you leave, you'll get a gift from each of us. these you will have for eternity" Manwë motioned to the other 13 Valar.
"From me, you receive the gift of mind reading and speaking. You'll be able to communicate with me as well. You also get the gift of increased sight and hearing, even more than any other elf." He told Naurrethil as he gently clasped her face in his hands, kissing the top of her head.
Next in line was his wife Varda. "My gift to you. Or more our people is that you are to have become Tindomiel. The morning star of our people, complementing your sister's Undomiel. With that, the light of the stars will be reflected from within you." She informed her, kissing the top of her head in a similar manner to her husband.
"What does that mean?" Naurrethil asked for clarification.
"I think she spends too much time with Tulkas, Orome." Irmo laughed, his laughter bouncing off the Marble walls.
Naurrethil just raised her eyebrows at him and he laughed. shaking her head, she looked back at Varda.
"That means that you'll have a glow around you, more so than the other elves." She answered her question. she nodded at her softly before walking to Aulë.
"My dear Naurrethil. My gift to you is your weaponry and armour. Your sword is Cullango. Your bow Cuvallorn and arrows pilinel. You will never run out of arrows. Your armour made of mithril." He told Naurrethil, handing her a heavy box and added. :
"You can make the box lighter and smaller by tapping twice on the top." He explained as he shows her how to do it.
The next gift she received was from Yavanna." My sweet Naurrethil. My gift to you is the gift of speaking to nature. So you'll be able to speak to trees and all sorts of animals." She kissed the top of her head before she thanked her.
Next was oromë. "Princess, My gift to you my lovely Naurrethil is a companion for your travels. This is Suldalroch. He's the swiftest elven horse. He is a wild horse, but he will allow you to ride him and anybody with permission. If not, he'll kill anybody not allowed to ride him. He will protect you to the fullest." She informed Naurrethil when a fierce white horse ran in.
His hooves bouncing off the walls. Stopped right in front of her watching her intently. laying the palm of her hand on his nose, he lowered his head immediately. showing his obedience to his new owner.
Next, I received my gift from Mandos. : "Beautiful princess. I give you the gift of giving a peaceful and swift passing for those who are near death. You won't be able to take away death, but you can make it swift and painless." He touched her head with great care.
From Vairë Naurrethil received a cloak, so she would be hidden from all. "once you put it on, you'll be hidden from friendly and unfriendly eyes." She handed her the cloak.
From ulmo, she received the gift of controlling water." When you're in danger and near water, you can speak to it and ask to protect you. There will be no more thirst as well for you." He informed her.
she walked to Irmo and he took her hands in his: "you get the gift of foresight. You'll be able to see the future, but the meaning behind those you'll have to figure out on your own. But be careful on how you use it, this can lead to wrong conclusions as well." He told her.
Next was Tulkas: "My little warrior, I have taught you everything you need to know. You're a great warrior with both sword and bow. but yet I give you the gift of the warrior. I give you my experience as a warrior." he kissed the top of her head and hugged her like a father would they had been the closest of all the valar after all.
Nienna, nessa and Vana would give me my gifts when I least expected them in Middle-earth. They all wished me luck and said goodbye.
walking outside of their halls she saw her mother standing between her kin. Saying goodbye to her mother and friends had been hard, but unavoidable.
crawling on the back of Gwaihir, she took one look to the side, her hand giving a small wave as Gwaihir took off.
Thorondor would be carrying her horse Suldalroch.
So this is only the beginning of the story, I'll probably update this afternoon. So please let me know what you think. As I said before I have revisited the first chapter and re-edited. I hope it isn't as bad as it has been. Hopefully it has improved since the first posting.
I hope you liked the changes, let me know what you think.