Disclaimer: All character, places etc. mentioned throughout this fanfic from the book/film belong to Tolkein Enterprises/New Line Cinema, and they are used without their creators' knowledge or permission. Alantië and (to a certain extent) the plot, however, are mine. Feel free to use them should you want to (can't see why you would, but hey!), but please ask for permission first (my email address is evenstar_of_middlleearth@yahoo.co.uk, or you can ask in a review).
Author's Note: I'm having great fun writing this! However, my approach to writing chapters is somewhat erratic! Basically, I've got the storyline planned out, but write the chapters in whatever order takes my fancy. For that reason, I might post no chapters for ages and then post loads in one go, but keep checking for updates. You might have read my fic 'In the Arms of Another' which will take place somewhere in this fanfic once I've written the chapters before it. You could read (and review!) it if you want to, but I just posted it because I wanted to see how people reacted (thanks for the great reviews, by the way!). So, on with the story.
Aníron
by Timeless
Prologue
Years ago, an Elven patrol had found Alantië in the forests of Lothlórien, unconcious and half dead, her clothes torn and bloodied and her face and arms scratched and bleeding. She had been nursed back to physical health in Lórien's healing houses, but was incredibly shy and wary. Any time anyone spoke to her, she would not reply, but merely nod or shake her head, depending on the situation. If anyone ever touched her, she would flinch, and a shadow of fear would cross her beautiful aqua eyes.
Gradually she became less shy, and one day the Lady Galadriel questioned her about why she had come to the Golden Wood. This time, she did not reply with gestures, but with words, and told the Lady her story. A terrible story it was, and Galadriel did not breath a word of it to another soul, but trained the young Elf in the arts of enchantment. Although previously inexperienced, Alantië learnt quickly, and soon mastered the basic skills, and some of the more advanced ones. She began to converse with the other Elves of Lórien, all who had been forbidden by the Lady to ask of her history, and she soon, to observers at least, acted like any normal Elf maiden, save that she would not allow any man to touch her. But a shadow still hung over her heart, and only she and Galadriel knew the fearful truth of it.
Will we find out Alantië's secret in the next chapter? Of course not! There's quite alot to go before she reveals it, so bookmark this story and keep checking!
Author's Note: I'm having great fun writing this! However, my approach to writing chapters is somewhat erratic! Basically, I've got the storyline planned out, but write the chapters in whatever order takes my fancy. For that reason, I might post no chapters for ages and then post loads in one go, but keep checking for updates. You might have read my fic 'In the Arms of Another' which will take place somewhere in this fanfic once I've written the chapters before it. You could read (and review!) it if you want to, but I just posted it because I wanted to see how people reacted (thanks for the great reviews, by the way!). So, on with the story.
Aníron
by Timeless
Prologue
Years ago, an Elven patrol had found Alantië in the forests of Lothlórien, unconcious and half dead, her clothes torn and bloodied and her face and arms scratched and bleeding. She had been nursed back to physical health in Lórien's healing houses, but was incredibly shy and wary. Any time anyone spoke to her, she would not reply, but merely nod or shake her head, depending on the situation. If anyone ever touched her, she would flinch, and a shadow of fear would cross her beautiful aqua eyes.
Gradually she became less shy, and one day the Lady Galadriel questioned her about why she had come to the Golden Wood. This time, she did not reply with gestures, but with words, and told the Lady her story. A terrible story it was, and Galadriel did not breath a word of it to another soul, but trained the young Elf in the arts of enchantment. Although previously inexperienced, Alantië learnt quickly, and soon mastered the basic skills, and some of the more advanced ones. She began to converse with the other Elves of Lórien, all who had been forbidden by the Lady to ask of her history, and she soon, to observers at least, acted like any normal Elf maiden, save that she would not allow any man to touch her. But a shadow still hung over her heart, and only she and Galadriel knew the fearful truth of it.
Will we find out Alantië's secret in the next chapter? Of course not! There's quite alot to go before she reveals it, so bookmark this story and keep checking!