I OWN NOTHING (but I wish I did!) except my plot, characters, and....plot.
Anyway, this is my first story, so be nice! Please tell me of any faults.
As I rested under the trees of Fangorn Forest, I glanced at my hands. They were once graceful and smooth, they are now burned and damaged, no longer elfish looking. I am-no was the youngest daughter of Talewyn and Vanim of Rivendell. I am now a memory. No longer a part of their lives, present or future. I hoped they could understand, but they did not. They did not want me now that I wasn't beautiful.
I am Laiewyn. I was born and reared in Rivendell, the Elven Refuge of Middle-Earth. My sisters, all 3 of them, 4 including me, were a well-known family. My father, Talewyn, was a good friend of Lord Elrond. I had grown up with every materialistic and affection need quenched. I was a pretty thing, before my transformation. I made my parents proud by behaving well and acting lady-like, or so they thought. My three best friends included Lenlor a mischievous lad who loved the earth, Genwae, the kindest elf one would ever like to meet, and Cenelae my first and best friend who had helped me through all of my troubles. With them, I would often steal away to the practice courts to practice archery, riding, sparing, and fencing with my friends. My best activity was fencing, beating all of my competitors quickly and easily. Fencing came quickly to me and I enjoyed the feeling of power it gave me when I swung my great blade christened Osaten'i'ai, which in common tongue means "defender of the small". My archery could be better, although for a noble-reared elf, I thought I did rather well. Riding comes naturally to any elf. My horse, Talant Lasse, is a red mare with cream socks and an unusual leaf shaped mark on her face, thus the name, for in elven Talant Lasse means "fallen leaf" in common tongue.
My eldest sister's name is Mela, which, because of her intense reddish-pink eyes received a name that means, "love". She was always distant with me, being nearly 40 years older than I, she and I never had much in common. Elin'Hin or "star child" was born 13 years after Mela. She had hair the color of twilight and eyes that shined like yellow stars. Some say that Elin'Hin was dumped off the star that she was born on and into my mother's lap. Of course, this is obscene, but she likes to believe that she is from the heavens (in other words egotistical). My next sister was considered the "odd" one. Fea'Hin was as her name says, spirited; she was born 4 years after Elin'Hin. Fea, as we liked to call her was redheaded, which is unusual for elves and brown eyed. Fea lived up to her birth name. She never gave up on a debate, nor let anyone beat her. Although, she has learned to soften her tongue for important persons, she had never made it easy for her family. Annoying would be a harsh description of her; I always preferred defiant or determined.
My mother Vanim was thought to be the second most beautiful elf, first was Arwen Evenstar, Lord Elrond's daughter. My last memory of her is one I will never forget. She was a petite she-elf, who looked like she would break if you pressed to hard. Almost fluorescent blond hair laid down her back in a loose braid. Smiling eyes that were of a deeper green than my own seemed to consume you and keep you warm until she looked away. Although she portrayed an image of a weak or breakable woman, those who knew her knew her to be made of mithril underneath that layer of beauty. My last memory is of her gazing from the balcony, all of her hope and life seemed to have drained out of her. My father Talewyn was a man of great strength and moral. He was an icon of perfect health when I last saw him. Gleaming hair of almost black brown hair, though not as dark as Elin'Hin was cut to his shoulders. He had black eyes that, when you stared into long enough, proved to have a glint of red like Mela's.
I can hardly remember my own image. It has been a long time since I have seen my reflection. I cannot bear to view my own features now. They have been contorted and twisted. My hair, unlike anyone's in my family, was of a light brown like trees in the summer when sap has been running down them. My hair was curly, another odd attribute about myself that is not often seen in other elves. My eyes were light green that seemed to "stretch to the horizon" or so Fea'Hin said during a poetic episode three summers ago. My body was normal, since my 100th birthday, my waists have begun to recede and my hips have expanded given me a much more feminine shape. Although I remain relatively "flat", I have begun to grow since my...transformation.
My peaceful life was interrupted 14 moons ago. My perfect home was destroyed, my perfect life was taken from me, and my beauty was stolen from me. Once I was beautiful, I am no longer a faultless elf, but a deformed orc. Here is my story.
As I rested under the trees of Fangorn Forest, I glanced at my hands. They were once graceful and smooth, they are now burned and damaged, no longer elfish looking. I am-no was the youngest daughter of Talewyn and Vanim of Rivendell. I am now a memory. No longer a part of their lives, present or future. I hoped they could understand, but they did not. They did not want me now that I wasn't beautiful.
I am Laiewyn. I was born and reared in Rivendell, the Elven Refuge of Middle-Earth. My sisters, all 3 of them, 4 including me, were a well-known family. My father, Talewyn, was a good friend of Lord Elrond. I had grown up with every materialistic and affection need quenched. I was a pretty thing, before my transformation. I made my parents proud by behaving well and acting lady-like, or so they thought. My three best friends included Lenlor a mischievous lad who loved the earth, Genwae, the kindest elf one would ever like to meet, and Cenelae my first and best friend who had helped me through all of my troubles. With them, I would often steal away to the practice courts to practice archery, riding, sparing, and fencing with my friends. My best activity was fencing, beating all of my competitors quickly and easily. Fencing came quickly to me and I enjoyed the feeling of power it gave me when I swung my great blade christened Osaten'i'ai, which in common tongue means "defender of the small". My archery could be better, although for a noble-reared elf, I thought I did rather well. Riding comes naturally to any elf. My horse, Talant Lasse, is a red mare with cream socks and an unusual leaf shaped mark on her face, thus the name, for in elven Talant Lasse means "fallen leaf" in common tongue.
My eldest sister's name is Mela, which, because of her intense reddish-pink eyes received a name that means, "love". She was always distant with me, being nearly 40 years older than I, she and I never had much in common. Elin'Hin or "star child" was born 13 years after Mela. She had hair the color of twilight and eyes that shined like yellow stars. Some say that Elin'Hin was dumped off the star that she was born on and into my mother's lap. Of course, this is obscene, but she likes to believe that she is from the heavens (in other words egotistical). My next sister was considered the "odd" one. Fea'Hin was as her name says, spirited; she was born 4 years after Elin'Hin. Fea, as we liked to call her was redheaded, which is unusual for elves and brown eyed. Fea lived up to her birth name. She never gave up on a debate, nor let anyone beat her. Although, she has learned to soften her tongue for important persons, she had never made it easy for her family. Annoying would be a harsh description of her; I always preferred defiant or determined.
My mother Vanim was thought to be the second most beautiful elf, first was Arwen Evenstar, Lord Elrond's daughter. My last memory of her is one I will never forget. She was a petite she-elf, who looked like she would break if you pressed to hard. Almost fluorescent blond hair laid down her back in a loose braid. Smiling eyes that were of a deeper green than my own seemed to consume you and keep you warm until she looked away. Although she portrayed an image of a weak or breakable woman, those who knew her knew her to be made of mithril underneath that layer of beauty. My last memory is of her gazing from the balcony, all of her hope and life seemed to have drained out of her. My father Talewyn was a man of great strength and moral. He was an icon of perfect health when I last saw him. Gleaming hair of almost black brown hair, though not as dark as Elin'Hin was cut to his shoulders. He had black eyes that, when you stared into long enough, proved to have a glint of red like Mela's.
I can hardly remember my own image. It has been a long time since I have seen my reflection. I cannot bear to view my own features now. They have been contorted and twisted. My hair, unlike anyone's in my family, was of a light brown like trees in the summer when sap has been running down them. My hair was curly, another odd attribute about myself that is not often seen in other elves. My eyes were light green that seemed to "stretch to the horizon" or so Fea'Hin said during a poetic episode three summers ago. My body was normal, since my 100th birthday, my waists have begun to recede and my hips have expanded given me a much more feminine shape. Although I remain relatively "flat", I have begun to grow since my...transformation.
My peaceful life was interrupted 14 moons ago. My perfect home was destroyed, my perfect life was taken from me, and my beauty was stolen from me. Once I was beautiful, I am no longer a faultless elf, but a deformed orc. Here is my story.