She looked at the large man who had come to take her older brother to the north. He wore furs, but she could tell that he was a built man and did not need to wear many. In the shadows, the young girl could see other Rangers, each of them cloaked in thick material. It was winter and it was coldest in the northern parts of Middle Earth. She stood beside her mother, her brother in front of her.
"So?" Her mother asked.
"He is Dúnedain." The man said gruffly. "He will come with us to the North."
"And my daughter?" The man looked at her. He silently took in her raven black hair and gray eyes. Then his eyes fell on her pointed ears.
"She cannot come. She is not Dúnedain."
"That's not true!" She thought savagely. "I am Dúnedain. He just does not want to take me because I am half Elf!"
"Come, Boy. There is a long way to travel."
"Can I say good-bye to my family?" The man nodded and her brother turned to them. He hugged their mother and then her. "Don't worry, Feywen." He whispered in her ear as he hugged her. "I know that you are Dúnedain, like me. Lord Elrond will make sure you are taught to fight." She hugged him back and then watched him go.
He watched the mother and daughter carefully. The girl was just as important as the boy. Only, he was unsure how. Only the boy was of Isildur's blood. The girl was half Elf and therefore feared among Men. When the Elves left to the Undying Lands, she would go with them. But that was yet to be seen. With a smile and a wink, the wizard left to tend to another matter.
