Prologue

Author's Note: No copyright intended, all characters besides my OC is all J.R.R. Tolkien. It brings me joy that you chose to read my story. I hope it is unique and original amongst the others and that you will continue to read it and go along with Elleta through her journey with the fellowship. I appreciate reviews on this trilogy with each movie having it's own book so I don't have too many chapters and overwhelm you. I might at the end add a fourth instalment based on how this series goes. Another important note all elvish used has its translations at the bottom, I'll try and keep it to a minimum so you don't have to scroll up and down to understand. I'll leave you on that note.

With love,

ElletaMarie

"Moonlight drowns out all but the brightest stars."
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings

Pixies are a rather incredibly complex species. Delicate, but fierce,and hardened warriors of a time long forgotten. During the war of The Last Alliance,in which every race that opposed Sauron's forces went to bare arms to tackle the mighty threat, yet Isildur kept the One ring. The sprites were not in the least bit happy with his decision, much less that of Lord Elrond for allowing the transgression on their most holy land. You see pixies are connected to every part of nature, air, water, earth, and fire. They are beings directly connected to the world around them and to harm the world would in turn harm them. So in the end they left Middle Earth, the great beings used their powers to send what was left of the population towards a new hope, Earth.

The population became rather small and in turn most had to commit themselves to humans, which dramatically reduced their lifespan. A pixie will adapt to whomever they commit themselves to lifespan, for example if they commit with a dwarf then they live as long as their counterparts.A few decided to go against mating with humans especially those of a world so foreign to them. Even then they would only live to be two thousand years old if they mated within their own was Mother Nature's way of keeping their population in check.

Throughout the years the population continued to dwindle with more and more pure-blooded pixies dying, and half-breeds did not posses the same powers and physical attributes as their pure-blooded counterparts and could not continue living after a full human lifespan. Thus, the population was becoming extinct, a grave error for those who were still alive from when they first came. Man's greed and lack of care was destroying their precious planet. It put a strain on their fae and made their magic suffer. Three purebloods remained that were knowledgeable of their history, a family. Little did they know their daughter Elleta Sorden would go on the biggest adventure of her life to preserve the rich culture of her people and in the end cost her, her parents lives.

The cold wind nipped at my face, but thankfully my hazelnut hair was braided and wrapped around like a crown on my head so I wouldn't have to deal with it whipping around onto my face as well. I was wearing a pair of sturdy hiking boots and my feet were in the most comfortable wool socks. I wore several layers of pants and tights along with shirts and tops that was all topped off with the appropriate winter gear for the grueling hike with my parents on Mount Rainier in Seattle, Washington. My pack was filled with many nick-nacks and non-perishable foods along with a box my mother decided to give me but told me not to open til it was time. When that was I don't know because she refused to elaborate any further on the matter.

As pixies I would think that my parents would make it warmer but the only thing they would say on the matter was, "Elleta darling we must conserve ourselves, we cannot waste our magic on such frivolous things!", frivolous my ice cold arse. I couldn't use any of my magic because I was not of age, which put a damper on my mood. I was still a young adult in my people's eyes. My fae was restless still and a thirst for adventure still laid claim to my heart. I carried an axe strapped to my back for firewood and protection, I was given the choice of weapons to train in and the axe was something that I instantly gravitated towards. Not the bulky ones that my parents told me dwarfs used, but something smaller that the viking women would use. Of course many of the viking women used swords and bows, but I was far to impatient for a bow and a sword was something I failed at so much that my father gave up on teaching me. My mother instead taught me how to use daggers and axes.

We weren't the ordinary family that every other pixie household seem to be, but in essence we were royalty in their eyes and if I was to ever keep traditions alive then I had no choice but to learn the olden ways of our people and not opt to what the humans were using, with their destructive forces such as guns and bombs. They damaged the planet far more than a sword or a bow does.

"Elleta if you do not pay attention you will fall off the side of the mountain!" My father's gruff voice pulled me from my thoughts.

"Maybe then you will decide to tell me where we are going and why my pack has to be the biggest one." I grumbled lowly under my breath, but my mother heard me and delivered a quick slap to the back of my head.

"Darling you must remain patient." My mother's voice was soothing compared to my father's.

We looked every bit a pixie like we should. I had long hazelnut hair that faded into an ashy gray, my parents were the same, except my father in his age was experiencing a lack of hair in general. We had tall lithe bodies yet more muscular than an elf and we held far more magic than they did. My eyes were a pale golden color, almost like the honey color of that my mother's eyes were but not as deep as my father's muddy ones. Our skin was rather tan and splashed with the occasional group of freckles that never seemed to choose how they wished to be colored, from dark brown to light brown and everywhere in between they shifted themselves. We were a rather tall species, not quite as tall as elves, but taller than men.

We continued our trudge through the snow. I grumbled lowly to myself on how I always landed myself in these predicaments where it is either insufferably cold or excruciatingly hot. The hike progressed much to my indigent suffering, going higher and higher with the air getting thinner every step we made to higher ground. I was behind my parents who talked lowly between themselves that even my own pointed ears couldn't make out which fueled my now amounting anger towards the situation. I've always been quick to anger, my father often joked about me having the temperament of a dwarf but in the body of an elf. In my eyes, it made me a better warrior for my people. I fueled my anger into my passions, learning how to wield an axe and daggers, how to properly use the elements. It put me in the top of my classes, but my parents always insisted that it would be my downfall.

Strangely the path began to change, the crunch of the snow turned into the crunch of beautiful fall leaves. White bled into arrays of reds, oranges, and yellows. Our worn path turned into cobblestone and the iced over streams transformed into free flowing water. Elk and foxes wandered around and birds who had yet to make their flight sang from their perch on the trees. My mind struggled to comprehend how this was happening, it was the middle of January, towards the top of a mountain, and this private sanctuary seemed to bend every rule. Our own magic couldn't bend nature like this, we couldn't slow down the seasons. It was simply impossible.

"Naneth? Adar?" My voice quavered as the feeling of immense power overwhelmed me and my fae.

My parents simply turned around and gave me a sad smile before ushering me towards an old abandoned church that sat right in the middle of the sanctuary. Mismatch stones made up the small building, with a wooden door slightly cracked open and wooden shutters kept me from seeing through the windows. My parents stopped me right before the door before having me turn to look at their drawn faces.

"My sweet Elleta, may Valar bring you wisdom you in the journey before you. Remember your family and people for we will be forever guiding you." Tears began to stream down my face as my mother touched my face and above my heart. Fear filled me because I didn't understand what was happening.

"Naneth what place am I to be at that I will not be with you both?! My voice was strangled with grief and an unbearable amount of sadness knowing that she was not going to give me an answer that I needed to know.

"Elleta you must do this for us!"

"I refuse this naneth" My heart clenched with more grief as tears began to stream down her face and her voice failed to offer an reassurance.

"Elleta stop this right now! You do as mother says." My father's voice tried to sound strong but it wavered at the end and that's when I knew that whatever I was about to do would irrevocably change my life completely.

"But, mother father what am I meant to do?" My voice was barely above a whisper as they both stepped forward and clasped my shoulder before laying their foreheads on mine.

"You will carry on our way of life daughter, you're the last of us. Mother and I near the end and in order for our people to survive history you will go back to Middle Earth." My father's voice broke and a stray tear wandered it's lonely path down his face.

"Middle Earth?" I could barely grasp that thought.

I only heard about Middle Earth, read about it in the books our long dead elders wrote the moment we had arrived on this planet. To go back meant that we made a mistake in coming here and my parents were trying to fix it. I couldn't let them though, I couldn't let them sacrifice themselves even if it meant that our entire culture would die. My family meant the world to me, letting them go would surely mean that I had lost my mind.

"I won't let you do this." I tried to sound firm.

"There isn't a choice." My mother finally found her voice.

I had lost this battle, I was a defeated soldier on a battlefield that the victorious rejoiced on. No matter what words I tried to say no matter how logical and eloquent they sounded, my mother's voice was as strong as waves and as unwavering as the great oaks. It was a force to rival and even my father held no chance against her when she set her mind on what she wanted.

"There is a choice naneth, but you chose mine." I replied. The beautiful words of quenya could not lift our moods. They were somber and full of guilt. Such an elegant language was now filled with despair and impending doom.

"Elrond will relieve you when you make it there, a letter is with you. Give it to the elf he will understand daughter." My father said before kissing my forehead and my mother doing the same. Our tears mingled and cascaded farther down our faces touching the plumpness of our lips.

"I will not let your sacrifice be in vain naneth and adar." We pulled away with a nod from my father as my mom wiped away our tears and let a small half-hearted laugh leave her lips.

"The Valar will bless you in your endeavors." My mother said with a smile that failed to reach her eyes.

"Remember in times of darkness you have the strength of your people Elleta." My father said before whispering a blessing into the sky.

"I will not fail, you will both be in my heart." I straightened my back and put on the bravest mask I could muster. I would leave my grieving for later. If I was going to keep my people alive even through books and halls of remembrance than I had to do it valiantly. My parents believed in me and I couldn't fail them, not when they were going to lose all that they are to take me back to my foreign homeland.

"Mín'll govannon- ad-." My parents spoke in unison while I stepped closer to the door and the kissed both of my cheeks and hugged me tightly.

Every step took me closer to an uncertain future, one that I had to accept no matter what deeper desires lurked under the surface of this cruel brave facade that I was pulling over myself. My strength was enough for me to move each foot forward, it was enough for me to think back on how I have been raised the past 121 years. Each lesson, every swing from my axe. Every time my tutor slapped my hand for picking up the wrong fork. They knew that I was going to do this, they prepared me for a fate I didn't ask for. One that the Valar gave me life for.

My breathing became uneven as I pushed through the threshold, my emotions straining to break free from their imprisonment. My boots felt heavy and my pack felt like every single soul of my people lay upon it urging me forward, crying out to help others remember and take them home. I wasn't ready not in the slightest, they thought I was, but I was barely an adult! My parents in all their undoubtable strength and beauty were cruel for making me do this. I loved them no doubt, but maybe if I had known this was my purpose, maybe then I would be prepared to handle my parents death, to handle the immense pressure that was being placed on me.

I tried valiantly to search through my memories, but it was hard having so many. It was hard to decipher between the important and unimportant ones. I squeezed my eyes shut hoping and willing it was all some nightmare as my hand grasped the handle like it was a lifeline. The immeasurable power I felt earlier pounded relentlessly against my fae pulling me in so many ways as I heard softly my parents chanting and I willed every good memory of them to my eyes.

The memory of when I was nothing more than six and I made my first daisy bloom and my parents prideful faces beamed down on me.

The memory of the beach when I was sixteen and went swimming with my father through the coral reefs off the coast of Barbados riding sea turtles.

Going to Australia with my mother when I turned one hundred and took me on a safari trip and volunteered to help nurse some of the wounded animals.

I pulled every memory forward trying to grasp at the feeling of happiness, trying to wrap myself in their warm loving embraces. I pushed open the door, I couldn't tell what I was opening. I was pushing open the wooden door, but I was also opening myself up to something entirely more than I perceived.

It was the evergreen trees. They remained constant and held the same green. Washington state was filled with them. My mother loved them, my father preferred the deciduous ones because they showed the cycle of death and how no matter what it continued. My mother begged to disagree by saying that life is better told through the evergreen, because to live was to love and love was an eternal unwavering thing just like the green of the trees.

This is what I chose to think of last. It was also what I chose to be as a pixie. I would live in their memory as a bright green evergreen tree, I had to for the sake of my people, no matter the trials and tribulations, I couldn't waver and fall down. I had to remain upright and strong.

I finally stepped into the awaiting black abyss.

Here are your translations, normally I will not have such long author's notes, but since this is the first chapter in a sense I will to help you as the reader understand. Every two or so chapters the END of the chapter depending on the amount of elvish used will have me responding to certain reviews and thanking all those who did for the PREVIOUS chapter I respond to all reviews sometimes within that message but I will PM depending on a question this will also be the only time I put an author's note at the top, I will not have an author's note for all chapters because I don't want to take away from the book, now I hope to see you all next time. Feel free to PM at any time.

With warmest regards,

ElletaMarie

Naneth- Mother

Adar- Father

Mín'll govannon- ad-. We'll meet again.