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Breaking the Ice of a Serpent's heart
Chapter 1: The Elven Way
It had been so many long years since Ziéta had entered Lothlorien. She had wandered the countries of Middle-Earth seeking answers to life. Why things happen, why there is so much rift between different races. Ziéta had been born in Lorien over two thousand years ago a Half-Elf. Because of the human side to her, she did not possess the overwhelming beauty that pure bred Elves have, though she was not ugly either.

Her parents had been an elf and a human woman. Despite the Elven healer's desperate work and their medicine, her mother had died given birth to her and her father had died a few months later of heartbreak. So Ziéta had been left parentless and was soon adopted by a young male elf called Haldir .
Her childhood had been the average in Lothlorien, but hard. For her appearance though was not native to Elf kind. For one thing, her hair was the darkest brown, one could say almost black. Her eyes though, were a vivid deep blue, that was most unusual for Elves.

But because of her peculiar decent, and foreign appearance she had been scorned upon and rejected by the other Elflings. Ziéta had tried her best to become friends with them but they would have none of it. Eventually, she became friends with Aariein, an elf that was a couple of decades older than her, but to Ziéta, she was a precious friend indeed.
She had been brought up in Haldir's care and through him; she had learned all she needed about Elven customs and traditions. Most of these, Ziéta was fine with and respected, but the one law that she secretly scorned upon, was that Elven woman are looked upon as the weaker of the two sexes and are more encouraged to perfect their natural beauty, than horse ride or fight. Ziéta never voiced this opinion to anyone but still wished that females were given a bit more freedom.

However, had Ziéta lived for a long time in Lorien and therefore had become accustomed to the ways of the Elves that lived there.
But when she reached her five hundredth birthday just before she departed Lorien , Ziéta had pleaded with Haldir to teach her one last skill, as a lasting favour to her. She desperately wanted to learn how to defend herself using archery, sword and blade handling, the whole works. Haldir was not particularly for the idea at all, so he tried to discourage the idea by saying,

"Ziéta, you are much too young to learn how to defend yourself, and fighting is not right for a young Elven woman, you could easily be seriously injured."

He spoke as though this settled the matter but Ziéta was adamant. Finally after days of persuasion, Haldir gave in.
Over the next few years, Ziéta was taught sword fighting, shield handling, Warrior horseback riding and archery. Each day she improved slightly, and so by the end of her training, Ziéta emerged from Haldir's teachings as a fully fledged Elven warrior, perfectly capable of combat.
Ziéta gazed around as she crossed the borders of the forest. She couldn't believe it. Everything was exactly as she remembered.

Without warning, a male Elf stepped out behind her, an arrow pointing directly at her. Ziéta's horse whinnied in slight fear, but at her touch, he silenced. More and more Elves were appearing, all clad in the same silver grey and each bearing a bow and arrow. Ziéta's mouth suddenly fell open in shock, and her eyes narrowed dangerously as she serveyed the scene. The elf to her left was male as were the two on her right, the three in front of her and the four behind.

"Even after all these years" she thought angrily, her hands tensed into tight fists, "They still do not allow women to even guard the borders!"

Ziéta could not stop herself from blurting out the next few words but when she did, she wished with all her heart she hadn't.

"Amin feuya ten lle! You disgust me!" she said with ice lacing over her tongue to the on-looking Elves, who looked astonished and affronted.

Ziéta's anger seemed to cool down as she saw the Elves expressions.

"Amin hiraetha I am sorry" she said. And she meant it

"What business does a human have in the woods of Lothlorien and the kingdom of my Lord and Lady Celeborn and Galadriel?" said a surly voice just below.

Ziéta gazed down, and felt rage boiling in her again,

"HUMAN?" she whispered, outraged "Haldir, do you not recognise me?"

"N'uma No I don't young woman. And you say you are not human. If not, then what race do you belong to for you do not look of Elven Kindred?"

"For the Valar's sake!" sighed Ziéta.

She lowered her hood and pushed her hair behind her ears to emphasize their pointed-ness then pulled out a bow and arrow and pointed it straight at Haldir, who gasped in surprise.

"Ziéta!!" Haldir cried.

"Elen sila lumen omentielvo A star shines on the hour of our meeting for you have returned to us at last!"

At a nod from Haldir, the Elven archers lowered their bows as he helped her off her horse.
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