**LOTR is not mine, i just borrowed middle earth and a a few characters ;) they'll go back in good condition i promise!**
Chapter 1 - Finding the Flowers
The sun shone brightly through the misty morning fog in the outer woodland surrounding Rivendell. Times like these the forest seemed to stop and sigh in awe of itself and reflect upon the coming day. Tinges of orange touched the cool damp leaves which seemed to glimmer when the occasional breeze lifted them toward the sky. Birds awoke to this splendor of dawn and sang out in joy as they hopped from tree to tree in search of food and companionship.
In this moment of rebirth Keelin trod silently along an old animal path quietly observing all around her. Light golden hair swishing on her green dress she looked through the undergrowth for flowers. Many were edible and some even tasted quite good. When she came across some she couldn't eat she would twine them into her hair or around her arm and ankles. She had lived like this for many years beneath the trees, and took comfort from their shelter as her former home had offered little. Keelin left that place of torture and pain when she was young and found her way in the wilderness avoiding human contact when possible for she feared her own kind.
The scent of morning's greenery filled and invigorated her and made her pick up her pace. There was no destination in mind only the simple need to wander these paths and enjoy life as it came and went. A spring in her step began to form as she ignored the slight rumbling of her stomach and stopped looking for food. The forest would provide it or would claim her for another to eat. It was a harsh reality that required some growing accustomed to, but it was how life worked and Keelin accepted her role as a part of the community. There were times like these when she would not be allowed to eat for days and then would feast like a king. Such life was toiling, but allowed the freedoms that so little people possessed.
Never did Keelin fear loneliness for she found friendship with the inhabitants of the wood. She would sit and watch them for hours. Noting in each of them their unique markings or personality flaws, even giving some names. Talking to them kept her skill of speech in check and also created a source of amusement for at these moments she would swear that the animal could understand her.
Such crazy notions were forgotten quickly to keep reality grounded firmly in her. If anything of the sort was mentioned in passing to Men they would think her insane.
The daily comings and goings of the forest were always a comfort to Keelin. As she traveled the path it began to become overgrown. It was clear it was seldom traveled this far, but as they usually lead to water she continued on. She listened to the morning's song as the birds chittered, the leaves rustled from small animals searching for food, and the new day's sun heated the earth causing the wind to blow making the trees cry out in their own unique language. She came to a younger grove of saplings which let the golden sunlight spill onto the yellow wildflowers and decided this would be a nice place to stop.
She stepped off the path and fell back into the tall soft grasses letting their dew fall onto her face. It had been several weeks since she had seen any Men and she felt secure for the first time in many months and she allowed her mind to wander.
Daydreaming she thought of the forest. Tall oaks surrounded her and one looked down on her and smiled with large dark eyes. Her surroundings darkened as night fell and the stars came into view one by one. A breeze picked up as she gazed on the sky and slowly picked up in force. The mighty oak began to sway wildly and the night deepened until even the stars began to fade into the void. The tree looked down on her in anger thinking that she was the cause of the star's departure and it creaked and cried. It thumped it's bushy branches together and caused the ground to shake.
Keelin's eyes snapped open in a start and to her alarm the ground was still shaking, but not because of any tree. She sat up quickly and met the creator of the sound. A dark and slick face was peering at her and snarling in it's unhuman form. It was standing in the stature of a man, but a man it was not. It held a crude iron axe in one hand and was clad in leather armor. It's hand raised up and Keelin looked in shock before the gnarled fist came down upon her head and she knew no more.
An unknown amount of time passed while she was in the blackness and when she started to arouse she thought herself dead for she felt herself rising off of the ground.
Chapter 1 - Finding the Flowers
The sun shone brightly through the misty morning fog in the outer woodland surrounding Rivendell. Times like these the forest seemed to stop and sigh in awe of itself and reflect upon the coming day. Tinges of orange touched the cool damp leaves which seemed to glimmer when the occasional breeze lifted them toward the sky. Birds awoke to this splendor of dawn and sang out in joy as they hopped from tree to tree in search of food and companionship.
In this moment of rebirth Keelin trod silently along an old animal path quietly observing all around her. Light golden hair swishing on her green dress she looked through the undergrowth for flowers. Many were edible and some even tasted quite good. When she came across some she couldn't eat she would twine them into her hair or around her arm and ankles. She had lived like this for many years beneath the trees, and took comfort from their shelter as her former home had offered little. Keelin left that place of torture and pain when she was young and found her way in the wilderness avoiding human contact when possible for she feared her own kind.
The scent of morning's greenery filled and invigorated her and made her pick up her pace. There was no destination in mind only the simple need to wander these paths and enjoy life as it came and went. A spring in her step began to form as she ignored the slight rumbling of her stomach and stopped looking for food. The forest would provide it or would claim her for another to eat. It was a harsh reality that required some growing accustomed to, but it was how life worked and Keelin accepted her role as a part of the community. There were times like these when she would not be allowed to eat for days and then would feast like a king. Such life was toiling, but allowed the freedoms that so little people possessed.
Never did Keelin fear loneliness for she found friendship with the inhabitants of the wood. She would sit and watch them for hours. Noting in each of them their unique markings or personality flaws, even giving some names. Talking to them kept her skill of speech in check and also created a source of amusement for at these moments she would swear that the animal could understand her.
Such crazy notions were forgotten quickly to keep reality grounded firmly in her. If anything of the sort was mentioned in passing to Men they would think her insane.
The daily comings and goings of the forest were always a comfort to Keelin. As she traveled the path it began to become overgrown. It was clear it was seldom traveled this far, but as they usually lead to water she continued on. She listened to the morning's song as the birds chittered, the leaves rustled from small animals searching for food, and the new day's sun heated the earth causing the wind to blow making the trees cry out in their own unique language. She came to a younger grove of saplings which let the golden sunlight spill onto the yellow wildflowers and decided this would be a nice place to stop.
She stepped off the path and fell back into the tall soft grasses letting their dew fall onto her face. It had been several weeks since she had seen any Men and she felt secure for the first time in many months and she allowed her mind to wander.
Daydreaming she thought of the forest. Tall oaks surrounded her and one looked down on her and smiled with large dark eyes. Her surroundings darkened as night fell and the stars came into view one by one. A breeze picked up as she gazed on the sky and slowly picked up in force. The mighty oak began to sway wildly and the night deepened until even the stars began to fade into the void. The tree looked down on her in anger thinking that she was the cause of the star's departure and it creaked and cried. It thumped it's bushy branches together and caused the ground to shake.
Keelin's eyes snapped open in a start and to her alarm the ground was still shaking, but not because of any tree. She sat up quickly and met the creator of the sound. A dark and slick face was peering at her and snarling in it's unhuman form. It was standing in the stature of a man, but a man it was not. It held a crude iron axe in one hand and was clad in leather armor. It's hand raised up and Keelin looked in shock before the gnarled fist came down upon her head and she knew no more.
An unknown amount of time passed while she was in the blackness and when she started to arouse she thought herself dead for she felt herself rising off of the ground.