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Chapter 2

Despite her thoughts, she was not alone. She was not forgotten by any means. The Valar knew all things, and they heard her, for her mute screams for help reached Nienna's ears and made them bleed with sorrow.

They raged among themselves at the torturing of a firstborn, one of their children. They watched and waited, while Nienna shed tears for her and the Valar debated what to do. Would they rescue her? Who was she?

They searched Arda for any trace of her kin and finally found them. She was of the Noldor, one of the elves of the elven kingdom of Gondolin. There was her heritage, but her family is long lost. She is truly alone- a single, orphaned waif that has drifted on the battering waves of the sea of time, clinging to nothing but the driftwood from a sunken boat whose name has disappeared under the waves, forgotten in time.

Elflings are rare now, in Arda, and are cherished jealously by the elves wherever they are to be found.

The Valar made their decision. The firstborn had become complacent as of late, distant and colder from the lack of young ones to care for and bond over together. This one, they decided, was to be the tie of the three remaining elven kingdoms. She would teach them to love again, to open up and see the music in life that they have forgotten over time; the once-clear notes faded and blurred in their ears amidst the cacophony of discordant chaos that has risen to the forefront of their thoughts.

And they would teach her to live again. The elves would help her to heal, both in body and mind. Her soul was unsullied because of the shield of light, and they would coax her to learn to release it again and become a beacon of light in the dark places.

The Valar murmured and nodded in agreement. Rarely did they directly interfere with the affairs of Middle Earth, but this was different. This was for the welfare of their children. Yes, with her coming the three kingdoms will be shaken as they never have before. Their little gift that would cause the flowers to bloom with her silent song.

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She was listening, as was her custom, to the dark fire that was flickering in the torch on the wall in front of her torture table. When she was not in a healing trance to help her body to heal quicker from her injuries, she was staring emotionlessly at the wall in front of her and listening to the songs that only she could hear.

All elves can hear the songs, but her years of solitude have allowed her to be able to even more keenly than any other. Therefore, some of them are so faint, but she can hear them effortlessly, because she has embraced them as a part of herself. It is the only thing that defines her. It is her special uniqueness that separates her from the dark, mindless rabble of beings that live here.

The song of the torch has changed today. No longer does it sputter angrily of death and darkness. No, instead it quails. It wails of brightness, of light, of hope, of freedom, and of change. It hisses and sputters, dying down and quailing to moan about the light that it can only mimic, twisted from natural fire into a dark fire that cannot do anything but destroy.

She listens. She has never heard this before. The light inside her is flickering. It is rising and shining and dancing in hope and glee. Her eyes slowly are beginning to clear with the renewed activity in her inner light.

The orcs are wary. They cannot hear what she does, but they feel the difference in the air. The pending sign of change and doom for their darkness. They are afraid, but do not know what is happening. They scuttle about from fear of something that they do not know.

All of a sudden, there is light. It floods the caverns, blinding them in its intenseness. The orcs screech and shriek in confusion and pain, the light scorching them like acid and making them trample each other to get away from the light. A golden-armored figure swaggers through the caves, unafraid and laughing at the pitiful orcs that cower and tremble.

He has not come for them, however. He has come for his little one. He has come for their child. Tulkas finds his goal easily, reaching out and scooping her up. The table cracks at his touch and the bonds snap. The little elfling is asleep, the light within her soothing her and healing her in response to the bright light that has revived it.

She sleeps on, unconscious in her healing trance, and Tulkas makes his way out of the deeps of Angband, carrying her tiny form in his arms and bounding out into the light. He makes for the river Bruinen.

He sets her down by the river side and brushes a matted lock of hair off of her face. "Be safe, Eruanna." He whispered to her gently, "for you are the binding tie for the elves." He murmured, and then bounded away, back to his home of Valinor.

She stirs slightly in response to his whispers but remains asleep, until the new day dawns bright and clear over her small, thin form.

She is so dirty, covered with filth and grime made of damp dirt from deep within the earth and mixing with blood and spittle to form a thick mud that covers her. Blood has stained her hair and made it into a tangled, black mess. The rusty, metallic scent of blood clings to her. She is nothing but bones, barely covered with skin and even that is like transparent parchment.

Her eyes flutter as she opens them and blinks at the bright, almost blinding light that assaults her senses for the first time that she can remember. She opened her dry, cracked lips and winced at the feeling of her aches and bruises. A soundless sigh escapes her lips as she sits up wearily, ignoring the sharp, stabbing pains in her body with practiced, casual indifference.

She is confused, until memory rushes to the forefront of her mind. There was a light, and she fell asleep, and she was half-conscious as she was being carried- the little elleth suddenly remembered the words that had floated through her dreams.

"Be safe, Eruanna. For you are the binding tie for the elves." She frowned as she contemplated the possible meaning behind the words. Was Eruanna her name? Who had saved her?

Her mind crashed to an exhausted halt there, and she stumbled to her feet clumsily. She is free. But she has no idea where to go. She cannot stay here, even her childish mind knows that.

Eruanna is not completely afraid, for she cannot suffer more than she has already. Staggering to her feet, for it is already noon, she stumbles forwards. Her body is slowly regaining a more rosy hue that it had been before, but she is still sickly, pale and emaciated. She drags her weary, battered body as far as she can until she collapses from the unusual amount of activity and strain on her weary limbs.

Tears streak down her cheeks helplessly, and her mouth opens in a wordless plea. Wracked with pain and aching, she lies on the ground, unable to move for the stiffness of her body. Scabs open and bleed slightly as she moved, earning another soundless shout of pain that tried to wrench it's way through her unresponsive vocal cords.

She fell into a healing coma, eyes closing in weariness and suffering, a pitiful way to rest after receiving one's freedom. But the Valar have not forgotten her yet. They have already put her in the way of help, and it will come soon.

*deep breath* okay, I'm going to be as polite as I can. I'm getting really tired of anonymous hate/flaming for "plagiarizing" 'An Angel's Heaven' by SimplySupreme. I have NOT plagiarized her story, and I had already put up a note saying that I give her credit for all scenes that might be seen that way, after PMing her and explaining. She said that as long as I would make a note that would tell everyone that I would give her credit to stop PM's from flooding both of our inboxes, she would be happy. So I did. Apparently, people do not understand this concept and send stuff like this:

Kay (Guest): Just because you say you haven't plagiarised SimplySupreme's work 'An Angel's Heaven', doesn't make it true especially when the evidence is right there in front of everyone.

It wasn't very 'Christian' of you either to steal and then lie about it when people call you out. You know better and you are better than this. It even says you're a missionary on your profile! It disturbs me that a person who does God's work, would be so hypocritical and not have the decency to own up to something like this, especially when He knows what's in our hearts even when we lie to ourselves.

From what I've read, it's not direct plagiarism, that is, a word-for-word copy. What it is, is something called 'mosaic plagiarism'. This involves taking little bits of sentences, interspersing it with your own ideas but with a heavy reliance on phrases and ideas from other sources without proper acknowledgement. I won't list the ones you've copied here, since other people have already pointed out some examples.

To be honest, it's not just the concepts that make it look iffy. It's the time of publication, the fact that yours is so much more recent, the fact this is a small fandom and that you're obviously familiar with her story. That's not coincidental or unintentional. We learn and grow in part by copying others. That's not a bad thing. What is bad is trying to pass off someone else's work as your own.

Etc. people, this is NOT okay. Sending this to any kind of author is very not okay, especially if you do it as a guest reviewer so that the author cannot respond personally and settle whatever issue you have with their story. This is outright flaming and should not be done. If you have a problem, make a free account which takes less than half the time you spend writing a thing like this and PM the author, who will be happy to explain and if needs be apologize for offending you. Do not do this, this way.

Since I'm so tired of people doing this, I just outright revamped the entire first six chapters and part of chapter 14 that people kept hounding me about. It won't change the plot of the story, just made a few details different enough to not in any way mirror 'An Angel's Heaven.' Guys, I am well aware of your comments that "This could be a lawsuit in any other case" because I am an author.

Thank you for your attention, and please, enjoy the rest of the story.

Kiya~