She was miserable. Ever since their 'older brother' had left, she had been miserable! Everyone was, but she was the most. To be honest their 'older brother' had absolutely no relation to any of them, just as she had no relation to any of them. The Kokiri just considered themselves one big family.
A rustling and many branches breaking turned her attention. There was something out there. She ran to the entrance of the village and a woman, probably no older then seventeen, came into her view. She had seen her and ran to her.

"Please you have to help me!" She begged, looking over her shoulder. She blinked, surprised, she was carrying a baby.

"What's wrong?" The woman was as nervous as she had been when her 'older brother' told her that he was leaving. She stood in silence as she told her that she was being hunted, even as they speak, and that they would not think twice about killing her if they found her. The pain and fear in the woman's eyes as she gave her her daughter was too much for her to bare and she ran back behind the protective walls of the village. From the top of the wall she watched as six people, stalked up to her. They all carried weapons, sharp and ready to kill. The Kokiri clamped her jaw shut as she watched them beat her unconscious then drag her motionless and bleeding body away.