Born of Fire

For anyone who is interested, this is actually based quite a few years before the fellowship was even birthed. There is a lot of stuff to be done before anything even slightly ring related will be pushed. So don't get to excited, and I hope you lot don't mind all that much. Remember vote and read like a cool kid. I'm excited for this story; it's short and easy for me to write. I will be updating my other stories soon, but I want to expand this one a bit. No worries, I'm not abandoning the other children. Simply letting ideas for their story flood back to me! Please enjoy, feel free to PM me with questions about Terra, or anything else about this story. – Ze

Disclaimer: I don't own it…dang.

Warning: Rated M for graphic features, and future content that may seem immoral to folks.


Chapter Two: Fire

Kenna, Location: Rivendell

It was a quiet night, Kenna still felt utterly disgusting. She hadn't been bathed in god knows how long, and Arwen wouldn't let her bathe until she could stand with no pain in her feet. The thought made Kenna rage in her mind, though she would grumble out a very ungrateful "thank you". At least she was allowed out of her bed and could stand on the balcony eyeing the world. A wonderful She-Elf named Ardith had become a very close friend over the few bed ridden weeks she spent unmoving. Arwen couldn't spare much time with Kenna, so it made her happy to have a woman whose job was to simply spend time with Kenna. Of course, at first Ardith wasn't too fond of the idea, but soon they both grew so fond of one another.

They spent most of their time on the small balcony, or in Lavi's room. Ardith played Elven games, and spoke too and about Lavi. Kenna would go on long vents of storytelling on the brighter days of Terra. There were long moments where silence would creep into her cold moments. She loved Terra before the fall, in fact it was such a love that even after the Canni took over, she still loved the place. Though she had always wondered of her origin, where in the world had she come from before Terra? The king used to speak of the flash of light the day she came onto the world. People don't just appear as adults in the world. She knew there were memories to unlock, yet she hadn't ever had time to do so.

There was a bustle of noise outside before the door burst open and Arwen's face looking horrified. She looked like she was about to cry. "There you are Mellon nin!" she cried rushing to Kenna and grasping her in a rather ungraceful hug. It was extremely out of character for the Elf to be acting like this, and she awkwardly took the Elfling into her arms gently patting the woman's back.

"Arwen, I've been coming here for the past few weeks. But I am sorry to worry you milady," Kenna said quickly, she rose to her feet slowly wincing in pain as she started to move out of the room. Her eyes closed as she took each step with stride, not allowing pain to show on her face, but allowing it to show in her eyes. The long shift still was her main outfit of choice, and she was fine with it. Her wounds were extensive, and painful still, it was less pain to wear hardly a nightgown then to attempt a dress.

"My Ada is looking for you, and I became worried on where you had gone." Arwen explained motioning for Ardith to fallow with a small smile. Kenna wished Lavi a fond farewell before continuing on her way. At the mention of Arwen's father, Kenna came to a slow stand still, "He wishes to meet you soon, there is much to discuss, and you are much better now." Her words faltered which only made Kenna seem to brighten.

But sudden realization hit her. "Arwen, I can't go meet him now!" she insisted motioning to her greasy filthy hair, the dirt that still clung hopelessly to her face.

"Oh dear, no you can't." Ardith said with a small sigh gently taking Kenna by the arm and leading her back towards the room she had called home for quite some time, "I shall assist her with a bath my lady, then she may meet the Lord." She said with a wild smile back to the Lady of Rivendell. The woman nodded watching the two patters away, though slowly it was much faster than it had been since Kenna had gotten her new set of appendages.

The bath was a bit of a frustrating thing to Kenna; Ardith had the water scolding hot. The liquid burned into her cuts, though they had been cleaned, and she had been spot washed it was painful. The herbs that Ardith had put in the water felt wonderful, and it felt amazing to get her long wild locks of hair under control. They filth washed away, slowly of course, but still it faded. Ardith had gotten well used to the dark ink and harsh mix of scars on Kenna's body, but Kenna herself was still wary of them. Her eyes always would fall to the tree on her side, staring at it as it seemed to move. Any bit of water that would wash across it would cause the limbs of the dark looking monster to shift; she could feel it under the layer of skin. Kenna had also gotten quite used to smelling horrible, so the fact she was dipped into a bath with rose petals and different scents made her heart sing for joy.

Though frustrating, it was also relaxing. She was finally growing used to her long slender limbs; she had noted her ribs protruding from her sides like ragged tufts of rock and cliff. She could honestly say she needed to eat more, but bread and broth could only gain so much. She had tried for many days to stomach the completely solid foods, but even foods like the apples that she had loved all her life disliked her. In the form of her great eagle she would eat anything, from a deathly calf in the deserts, to a small rabbit. Though she hunted mostly for her master, Kenna wouldn't deny the fact she ate well, not as well as Lavi, but very close.

When Ardith finally pulled Kenna from the water and dried her, Kenna stood openly naked in the middle of the room. Not modest like most creatures would have been, why would she have been? She spent many days wondering bare in the forest, and as an eagle never once had she worn clothes. It just wasn't a natural thing for her to be wary of. Due to Ardith's request she went nowhere near the balcony, at least in her naked state. In some ways Kenna always found the Elf's reaction to her naked form interesting, she would always rush around begging her to get clothed as soon as possible, and Kenna, despite herself would laugh like a child.

Lady Arwen had given her many dresses upon her arrival and it seemed that they lay quietly in a trunk waiting to be used. Today would be the first day she touched them, and that thought unnerved her. What was Lord Elrond like? Many stories had she heard of the proper man, all very good fond stories speaking of his bravery and leadership. Apparently some Elves found him to be most attractive, though in a passing glace Kenna found herself shying away from the tall man. He looked very much like Karmin the betrayer. Though by how loved he was by his people, she knew they were far from the same person. After all, Elrond had not turned Imladris into a wasteland not yet at least.

"Which dress will you wear, Kenna?" Ardith asked with a raised brow. Her expression was excited to see the woman in the beautiful dresses, as many times she had stated she was growing tired of seeing her in a shift, or in nothing at all. They looked at the dresses before Kenna gave up with a simple grumble that sounded like "surprise me".

And surprise her Ardith did, though Kenna couldn't have been happier with the dress Ardith had picked for her. The fabric was lightweight and had a stretchy element making it both very comfortable to wear and very easy to launder. The central panel, hood, and sleeve inserts were made from an exquisite teal colored jacquard. The jacquard fabric was very special indeed. It featured a graceful design which was perfectly placed on the dress to display the exquisite fabric. The sleeves were a dream; the sleeves themselves were fitted up to elbow giving a slender silhouette but then had dramatic medieval styled cuffs which went almost the hem of the dress. Trimmed with a beautiful black cotton trim. They could be worn down how she wore them, or pulled up with the black satin ribbon attached to the sleeve and trimmed with a rosette made from the teal fabric. If wearing down like her, the ribbons can be left to hang or coiled around the rosette. A dramatic Scottish widow's style hood gave a very rich and emotional feel. Lined with the same beautiful teal colored fabric and trimmed with the black lace.

The teal seemed to make both her eyes and her long locks which were left down, only a small warrior braid pulled her bangs from her eyes, pop. She looked at Ardith, frightened to put such a beautiful thing on, what if she ripped it? Or worse what if it didn't fit? Her fears soon faded when she slipped into the dress and the corset type lacing up the back was tightened to fit her waist perfectly. Had it not been for the ink and the scars that were showing on her hands, and her feet she would have actually noted herself as…beautiful. But the jagged scars down her arms and harsh scar that crossed down her cheek too away from the pale glow. She had forgotten about the old scar, reaching to touch it tenderly. As she looked at herself on the reflective surface she felt self conscious. Only picturing what Arwen had looked like in the dress, she must have looked so much more beautiful. A blush crossed her face in slight anger with herself. Why was she feeling like this? Only a few weeks ago she had feathers! She could soar high above the trees, that if there would have been trees on Terra.

"Are you ready Lady Kenna?" a voice shook her out of her soft daze. Her face turning to stare blatantly at the rather tall male Elf who stood in her door. Staring down into her eyes as if he could see her soul. She bit back a very rude snarl before glaring back into the man. She had been quite kind and polite up to this point to the women, but men she had a very hard time of dealing with. Perhaps it was the 695 years of nothing but hell given to her by the men. Now she had lost her own heart to the fire of men.

Ren! Something caused her heart to squeeze; the boy had only ever thought of her as a friend, a sister. But their connection was so much more then the woman had let on. There was a moment of silence between the group as Ardith excused herself, clearly not wanting to make a cold remark to the man before her. Her eyes went feral under the constant stare of the blue green pools of the elf. Obviously someone wiser then her, but Kenna wasn't about to accept that he was older. Then again Kenna was unsure of her real age.

"Lady Kenna?" the man questioned again, the rage vanished from her eyes and the gaze dropped completely.

"I don't fallow someone who doesn't offer their name." she said coolly, dulling out the sharpness of her voice. She was a warrior, not some useless mindless female willing to fallow who ever offered their hand to her. The elf got the most embarrassed expression on his face that the woman had ever seen. The man looked around confused, mouth gaping. What was with the Elves and being so ungraceful today?

"I am horribly sorry my Lady!" he apologized stepping toward her, offering a small quiet smile. "I am Glorfindel!" he said with a quiet bow, a small smile crossed her face, only for a moment before vanishing again in a cold front.

She didn't respond, simply nodded quietly. Stepping forward to show she was ready to move. She offered a light glare before dropping her eyes as the male elf soon turned and led her across the halls of Imladris. Eventually he coaxed a conversation out of Kenna, just a simple conversation about the beauty of Rivendell, it seemed like after that conversation though Kenna seemed to blossom with words. She was rather outgoing after she had decided that the person was safe. It was new for her to trust people so easily, but it was hard not to trust the Elves of Imladris. Glorfindel had even got her to laugh, and soon the eagle knew that he was a fine Elf. She had been careful not to ask what the world was called she figured very few people should be allowed to know she was not of this world. No matter how much she had enjoyed talking to Glorfindel, she knew he was not one to know, yet at least. Even Ardith only thought Terra was a very distant land.

"We are here, Kenna, I'll be waiting outside of the door for you." He said with a smile, Kenna returned that smile with a light incline of her head before slowly opening the door.

Her eyes were wide at what she saw, books, words, papers! This was clearly a library, and that thought made her inhale a sharp breath. Long had it been since she had looked at paper, let alone a book. Writing letters was dangerous; if the Canni intercepted the birds that carried them they could find their way back to the camp and destroy everything. Karmin had burned all of the books on Terra when he lit the forests on fire. She didn't notice the small trail of tears that came down her face as she looked around the library. It reminded her of the home she lived in before shadow. Before the king's brother returned from the dust.

"So you are the amber eyed creature who had held my daughter's interest." It was neither question nor statement as she turned to see a very tall, very dark haired man who stood by a table. He wore a dark robe blue robe with silver leggings. A graceful, elegant silver crown was placed upon his head, and Kenna instantly knew it was the lord of the city. Her head bowed but all she received was a small chuckle from the man, "No need for that my dear, straighten and come sit. I feel we have much to speak about." He said gently, moving his hand slowly in a gesture for her to join him as he slowly took a seat.

Kenna stepped forward slowly, attempting to keep both her composure and grace as she cautiously across from the man. Her hand folded softly in her lap, eyes downcast. She had once sat like this with Karmin, and that ended with a horrible experience. "Do pardon, we shall save the introduction for when our other guest arrives. He always seems to run late." The lord said, winking as his eyes were trained on the door. Smiling slightly as he heard the gear in the wood twist.

"Have I not told you? A wizard is never late." A tall man shrouded in grey stepped into the library with a huff. There was something that glinted in his blue-grey eyes that made her shiver and almost shrink further into her mind. There was a moment of silence before the Wizard moved closer, stopping to stand at her side his eyes trained on her now with such interest that he almost wore a smile on his face. It made Kenna very uncomfortable when she looked up, and it was if the wizard knew the world about her.

"You have informed me of this, old friend." The lord started quietly, the statement of almost intimacy between the two made her smile slightly, though she returned to being tense within a few more minutes, "I am Elrond, lord of Imladris," he introduced himself, placing a hand on his chest so she would understand before pushing it toward Gandalf, "This is Gandalf the Grey, known as Mithrandir to many." He explained before his eyes fell completely on her not dropping for quite some time.

"I am Kenna, Guardian of Lavi, the child who lies sleeping in your halls." She said quietly locking eyes with lord Elrond before doing the same to Mithrandir. She looked down at the ink on her hands awkwardly, not enjoying their eyes on her. She couldn't help but growl out, her enlarged canines peaking from behind naturally darker lips. She knew she didn't look human, if her eyes didn't give her away. She would hide nothing from the men; they had been kind enough to take Lavi and Kenna in. They had a right to know what baggage the woman in a coma had, and what darkness the inhuman woman held.

She would not withhold the knowledge from them.


This was a bit longer of a chapter, but I've been working on it since last night, so of course it'll be a bit longer. I won't be updating tomorrow, but Sunday will be an update for sure. I'm very excited for the next few chapters to come. I also want to warn you, this isn't the timeline any of you think it is. It's many years before the fellowship of the ring. And for well warnings Lavi will not come into play for awhile, but fear not all in good time. Vote, R&R, and continue to read if you enjoy at all! Hey, even if I don't get reviews fear not, I'll continue to update because I really actually love this story. So far the pairings I wanted are winning, but don't be biased, go on and vote who you think would be the best pairing. Peace is with you friends! I hope you liked it! Also, the description for the dress was bassed off of a dress on a website I visit often to admire Medieval dresses! – Ze