Prologue:
Family is something we all have in some form. Something we all desire, without a doubt. Family is the thing we all reach for, not just family, we all strive for the ideal family. The family that never dies, never leaves us, never lets a cold, cruel world touch us.
Sometimes having that family, knowing them and loving them more then life....is crueler then anything because sometimes even the immortal die.
Sometimes even the prettiest become scarred. Sometimes even the kindest turn cruel. Sometimes even attention can be a form of neglect. Sometimes...love is the greatest form of grief.
The elves that lived peacefully on Middle Earth suddenly find their peaceful sanctuary a bloody battlefield. Some backed away from this, fearing the commitment of war as acceptance that war might destroy them. Others stepped forth to defend their families. They stepped forth to protect their families and their homes, hoping that a sword might do more then a whispered prayer in the dead, cold night.
One family of elves in particular had a taste for battle from the very start. They had been the Captains of Lothlorien for as long as Lothlorien had stood. They were close, trusted friends of the Lord and Lady and well liked by the other inhabitants. Their sense of protection was so great that they inspired those who originally shied away to take up arms.
This line also loved to be in love; they loved to marry and to have children and had somewhat large families by elvish standards. No one saw a problem with this until one day.....a small ring caused a large war that would last longer then many of the warriors on the field that day.
A/N- I don't own Lord of the Rings, but please say you knew that?
Family is something we all have in some form. Something we all desire, without a doubt. Family is the thing we all reach for, not just family, we all strive for the ideal family. The family that never dies, never leaves us, never lets a cold, cruel world touch us.
Sometimes having that family, knowing them and loving them more then life....is crueler then anything because sometimes even the immortal die.
Sometimes even the prettiest become scarred. Sometimes even the kindest turn cruel. Sometimes even attention can be a form of neglect. Sometimes...love is the greatest form of grief.
The elves that lived peacefully on Middle Earth suddenly find their peaceful sanctuary a bloody battlefield. Some backed away from this, fearing the commitment of war as acceptance that war might destroy them. Others stepped forth to defend their families. They stepped forth to protect their families and their homes, hoping that a sword might do more then a whispered prayer in the dead, cold night.
One family of elves in particular had a taste for battle from the very start. They had been the Captains of Lothlorien for as long as Lothlorien had stood. They were close, trusted friends of the Lord and Lady and well liked by the other inhabitants. Their sense of protection was so great that they inspired those who originally shied away to take up arms.
This line also loved to be in love; they loved to marry and to have children and had somewhat large families by elvish standards. No one saw a problem with this until one day.....a small ring caused a large war that would last longer then many of the warriors on the field that day.
A/N- I don't own Lord of the Rings, but please say you knew that?
