I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING LOTR'S, ONLY MY OC RAWERU.

Chapter 2:

Mother and I rode for hours, finally making our way to the boards of Rivendell. The land seemed so quite but my mother seemed a little on edge once we arrived at the eastern border.

"No dirweg! [be watchful!]" My mother said to me. I was confused as to what was going on, but just then I smelt them. 'ORCS' I thought to myself. Then like a lioness hunting its pray, the disgusting creatures attacked.

I without question pulled out my elven blade but there were just too many of them too soon. There was no way there were going to survive. I attacked orc after orc, cutting them down with as much force as I could but I was growing tired as was my mother. Just then I could feel my footing was close enough to the edge that one wrong slip and I would have easily fallen down into the valley below.

I turned my head to the side to find my mother close enough to me to touch, fighting off an orc. She looked at me with worry and sadness, "Namárië yelya! [Be well my daughter!]" She said to me and at that moment she pushed me off the ledge. I tumbled down into the valley while hitting branches, small youth trees and rocks.

Soon enough my head collided with a rock and my body came to a stop. Darkness quickly over took my mind and body.

Familiar voices… that was all I heard. Was it my father? Was it Elladan perhaps, no maybe Elrohir. I could not tell. My mind soon fell back to a quiet state and I heard nothing once again.

My eyes arose to the bright light coming from the room I was in. I was back in Rivendell, back in my own bed chamber. I rose from my bed, looking around at my hand being held by someone. It was Arwen, my sister. Then without another moment passing, she awoke from my bedside.

"Raweru, you have finally woken. We did not know if you were going to make it. Your face was covered with blood, your body was beaten and carved. " She said to me a little shaken.

"Arwen how long has it been? What of our mother?" I asked her while a small sharp pain pierced through my head.

My sister looked down at her hands resting on my bed before she spoke. "Mother was tormented by the orcs that attacked you both and she received a poisoned wound. Our brothers arrived much later and found you both. They brought you both back but he had not woken in 5 days Raweru." She paused before continuing, "Father did heal our mother, but he is afraid she is losing to an inner battle with her memories. He is afraid she will sail, dear sister. As we all are."

Raweru was soon left with her own thoughts as the memories of that night raced by. She was not strong enough to protect her mother. She had let everyone down; she was not worthy any longer to be the daughter of Lord Elrond and Lady Celebrían.

Months past and I still had not forgiven myself. I could see the horror on my mother's face, could hear the screams at night coming from my parents chamber. It was her mother reliving that night over and over in her dreams. Father assured me that it was not my fault, but I listened not.

I practiced and practiced, day in and day out. My brothers would spar with me as much as they could. They knew that it was the only thing to keep my mind at ease.

"Would you not practice with me brother?" I asked Elladan. He only looked at me with regret. "I am sorry little sister but Elrohir and I must travel to Mirkwood. Father has asked us to go. Perhaps when I return, you would honor me with a competition of the bow." He told me.

I hated when my brothers would leave, it made home to quite. There jokes and playfulness was refreshing daily and when they were gone it become lonely to me. Each brother was different, as Arwen and I were. I enjoyed doing separate tasks with each.

"Yes I would like that very much." I said.

"You should go spend the day with our mother. I'm sure she would enjoy your company…" he began to tell me before a tear passed my eye. "She has not been the same since that day. She will not talk to me like she used to. I fear she believe the same as I… I failed her brother.

My brother's face grew angry with me for the first time in decades, "Do not say such things. Our mother would never blame you. She loves you little Raweru. You must stop doing this to yourself. It's not healthy. Arwen is sick with worry that you will leave her and sail. Do you realize that? You cannot leave us in despair." He told me grabbing my hands.

My eyes grew at his forwardness. He was right. If I did not stop then I would send myself to the undying lands.

"You are right Elladan. Forgive me. I will try harder to bring back our mothers light while you are away." I said to him then walked towards the small stream.

And that was what I did. For the next three months I sat with our mother. Talked with her, tried everything in my power to have her smile once more but it was no use. Her light was fading; she was forever letting her torment consume her.

That following month, Lady Celebrían sailed to the undying lands without her children or husband. My father was heartbroken. He tried everything as well as his children to make her happy once again, but she could not handle it and sailed.

All of her children took the grief in their own ways. Arwen took to studies, Elrohir and Elladan chose to hunt down the remaining orcs around the Rivendell lands and I… I chose to leave my home and travel to the South Lands. Grandmother once told me of rouge elves that trained on those lands that would gladly take the granddaughter of Galadriel and Celeborn.

"Are you sure about this my daughter? It is a dangerous journey. They are not as hospitable as our kind here." Elrond told me. My mind was made up though. I had to do this for me.

"Yes! Mauya nin avánië. Namárië Ada." [I need to go. Farwell father] I told him then leading my horse away from my home… my family… my past.

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