Disclaimer- well this chappie is almost all mine.except the parts that are tolkien.

(same day in another part of M-E)

Pain and blackness was all she knew. It filled her senses and clouded her every thoughts. Fire ran tracks up and down her body and centered on her middle area, as she felt the delicate flesh from her own insides grate and tear for the second time within a year. Though she felt no fear this time. This was supposed to happen.

A slight pinprick of light revealed itself at the center of her vision as she felt her groggily senses come slowly into focus. She heard her own deep laboured breaths and felt the beads of hot sweat run down the sides of her forehead. The room she was in, though she was hardly aware of it, was dimly lit with the light of several low candles and the air was thick to breathe. A shadow hovered worriedly over her trembling form.

Another intense wave of pain washed over her small, barely mature body and she felt the activity around the room intensify. Hushed words of doom and fate fell, amplifying the suffocating gloom of despair that hung off the suffering girl like the blankets that swaddled her. Her stomach felt as though it was imploding, with blind searing shots of agony, and with it her world seemed to follow as she fell once more into blissful unconsciousness.

*Flashback* (9 months earlier)

Uruviotewen means fiery maiden, and so the girl was rightfully named. Around her the deep verdant of the trees clashed magnificently with her copper bronze brilliant hair that fell in cascades down her creamy white back and her youthful emerald eyes reflected none of the aged wisdom that her race was know for. This fair beauty however was most likely her downfall.

On this particular day, she had abandoned her studies early, in favour of the welcoming call of the trees. Her parents worried not of her seeming disregard for intellectual pursuits for she was sixteen and for the race of the elves, that is but the blink of an eye. She would have plenty of time in the future for learning and now she was free to enjoy the offerings of nature. Her childish imagination games were at this moment leading her on a quest, to make a bouquet of woodland wildflowers for her mother, though in her fantasy she would be presenting Eru with the grand tithe of the Eldar after a perilous adventure.

At her hip she carried a small scythe made just the right size for flower picking as she walked aimlessly down a familiar path to the heart of the woodlands where the most lush and delicate blooms grew. Through the arcs of the trees she noted the path of Anar and placed it to be around two hours past the noon. There was no gate to the heart of the realm, it would serve to do nothing but mar the beauty of the place, as there was no chance that evil could reach this far within the protection of the wardens.

She began climbing the closest hill to her secret place that she knew would take less than an hour to reach. Through the thick trees she climbed. Through brush and spiny bramble though none hindered the she elf. Every now and then she would stop to collect a handful of Nephrediels or other flowers and placed them gently in her pockets. Finally she reached her destination, a great looming boulder that seemed to defy the Earth by balancing miraculously on the pinnacle of the hill. She walked behind it, to a dark shadow at the back were she gingerly felt around for the foothold she knew was there. She then pushed off the ground and leapt high, willing her elven reflexes and strength to propel her to the top of the boulder, thinking of the wondrous sight that would meet her. This boulder was the highest point in the forest as far as she could tell and so from it you could see her entire village from above surrounded in the sunbathed canopies of olive coloured trees. And none but her knew about it. She thought it rather selfish to keep it to herself, but then the magic of the place would be ruined if she shared, she told herself.

Her feet landed squarely on the top of the boulder, and what she saw was anything but magic.

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(back to present)

Again the haze cleared as the girl woke at the violent shaking of her shoulders. Vaguely she heard the others tell her to wake up and for some unfathomable reason to push. She knew she'd tried this already, though she knew not why. She did not want to try it again for with it she related intense unbearable pain and the feeling that her innards would split in two. She let her head loll from side to side not having the energy to keep it still. This time her vision did not clear, and she was glad for the simple reason that the recognition in her mind of the things she was seeing, people she knew, would only make her head throb more so than it already was if it were possible.

She discerned, amongst the rest of her tortures, the faint pangs at her abdomen that signaled the beginning of a new wave of agony. She braced herself but not even her strong fiery spirit could prepare her against the barrage of assault that followed, and she fell into blackness.

*Flashback*

Uruviotewen's eyes widened at first with surprise and then with intense horror as her peaceful world came crashing down around her. The putrid creature turned towards her, surprise mirrored on his face until he came to realise the nature of his intruder. A sickening smile came across his face, as he stood tall from the crouching position he had been in, unable to believe his fortune. Uruviotewen thought quickly. She did not know how the Yrch had come to pass through the forest but the boulder was a good choice to hide and spy for any incoming wardens, though she was unaware as to why he had not seen her approach.

'Yrch' she spat at him as she drew her small scythe and held it in front of her as her only defence. The orc in mocking slowness drew his own heavy weapon and Uruviotewen realised the hopelessness of the situation. She saw the damp appearance of the blade, recently used, and against elves she suspected. She hoped the orc would not perceive her for what she truly was, an extremely young elfling with negative amounts of training, even with the feeble flower picker that she now wielded. She tried to keep her composure as the two combatants locked eyes in a battle of wills, but from the sneer on the face of him, her fear was clearly showing. She realised that her only hope was to run and so as she stared down the hideous fallen creature of death, she readied her muscles for the pursuit that was to come.

However she never got her chance as the orc, with one powerful sweep bore his immense sword down on her. She leaped to the side but not before the poisoned blade could pierce her shoulder with great force. As she fell she threw her scythe at the creature, hoping through luck it would happen across some vital part but it merely bounced off his armour and flew from the boulder. The orc was unfazed and efficiently covered the distance between them and grabbed her by her injured shoulder. He lifted her with ease and shoved his grimy face within an inch of her own forcing her to breath in the stinking wretch that emitted from his body. He dropped his weapon and with his now free hand, viciously seized her copper hair in one huge fist. His brought his face closer to hers until, repulsed by him she swung one thin leg towards his groin, she knew his most painful region.

The orcs grip loosened and she tried to wriggle herself free, but he sensed her reaction and countered it by shoving her violently over the boulders edge. Twisting in the air she fell the short distance to the ground but was unable to land properly. Her weight, light though it was, crunched down on one ankle and she heard the sickening crack of a bone that had given way. Uruviotewen let out a cry and let herself slump on the grassy floor. Pain slashed its way up her sides and screamed in her head as she struggled to get up and limb away to a nearby tree where she could perhaps take refuge. The orc however had other ideas, and as a seasoned hunter had recovered extremely quickly from the weak and desperate attack. His face no longer wore the sneer it had before, but was filled with an ugly grimace of anger, furious that his little game had been spoiled. There would be no mercy now.

Uruviotewen turned to face him, aware that escape was impossible, and determined to fight to her last breath. The fallen creature closed in and she could she his pointed ears, so similar to her own. She looked into his black eyes and saw what was to come. So full of lust and destructive want. He reached down and wrapped one hand around her soft throat.

(back to present)

Her vision cleared. the pain had dulled. She looked around the room and saw it through a blood red tinge. Nothing cluttered the tiny room save a small single candle, now burnt nearly to the knob. She felt the emotions of that day that had ruined her eternal life come flooding back and closed her eyes once again, not in pain, but in sorrow. She willed her tears away though failed which just served to remind her of her own weak will and dishonour.

Soon the pillow was wet with them and her sobbing died down to a weak whimper. Noone interrupted her slumber.

*flashback*

Uruviotewen could no longer feel. Her body was numb from pain, grief and disgrace though she was vaguely aware of her changing surroundings. Elvish queries fell on deaf ears as she struggled to comprehend there meaning. Strong hands lifted her lifeless body and as her bruised eyes opened to small slits she could hear a commotion at the discovery that she was conscious.

'What have you done Uru?' said one voice in dismay, that she soon recognized as her childhood friend, and warden of the forest Yulacarnil. 'Yul..' she had not the energy to say more.

(back to present)

Morning light streamed in the window and Uruviotewen could almost believe that the last 9 months were nothing but a vivid nightmare. She hoped beyond anything and everything that that was the case. Until a sudden presence woke her from her sleepless dreams, a woman elf dressed in nurse's robes who bore at arms length a seeming pile of rags. She shoved them at Uruviotewen and spat 'take the despicable creature and feel unfortunate it lives'. She left the room as quickly as she came and left Uruviotewen with her thoughts and the bundle of tattered rags that she knew harboured the cause of her grief. Though she did not share her family's war torn prejudice, being as young as she was, she could not bring herself to gaze at the child she held, borne out of hate and into a world of hate. What would become of them?

A faint movement startled her and her eyes inadvertently ventured to the source. Her resolve instantly melted. The newborn, no larger than two palms long stared up at her with unnerving dark eyes and washed away any doubts the girl had of her love for her offspring. The fuzzy beginnings of hair showed the little girl (for that is what it was-a girl) was most likely going to be as red as her own, for which she was glad. Her skin was pink, and save from being a little pale from the difficult birthing, glowed with the iridescence that came with the elves hroa (spirit body). She was as far as the girl could tell, a perfectly healthy, normal elfling but those piercing black eyes reminded her of things better left forgotten. The child's mouth began moving in rapid movements and Uruviotewen instinctually moved it to suckle.

Not having the energy to do much else, she sat and pondered on what she should call her child as was her right and responsibility to produce the amilesse (mother naming). She was completely naïve to the feelings of hatred and pity that directed towards her from the other elves, even though she was innocent enough. The child was evil and needed to be treated as such.

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The next morning her father entered the room, his presence waking her from a sleep that had not come in an age. The baby sensing it's mothers discomfort began to wriggle and seek its breakfast.

'Ada.?' she asked but the question died on her lips as she saw the look her once loving father had given her. She reached for the child and lifted her night shirt to feed it, unashamed in front of him. 'Va' he exclaimed with sudden emotion and violently pushed her shirt down refusing the child's food.(don't) 'Van' Uruviotewen replied obediently though her baby began to whimper. (I wont) She would not defy her father.

He stood tall and looked down on his own offspring and felt ashamed to be the grand father of a creature of this nature, or father to the bearer of it. He did not understand his daughter's impartial attitude towards it. His voice froze cold as he spoke to Uruviotewen. 'Nuthamme amilesslya' he said as he made sure she knew the importance of what he was saying.(we prevent the mother naming) Himself and the select few of the council that had known of the pregnancy as Uruviotewen had been hidden from the public eye under the guise of emotional healing, had agreed that this was necessary for the well being of the elven village. Who knows what evils the child could conjure. To prevent the mother naming was to deprive the child of the mark of its mothers bond, and perhaps save Uruviotewen from sharing it's fate. His daughter's face crinkled in horror and she realised the impact of his words. He hated seeing her in pain but it had to be done. His face betrayed no emotion. 'I contumohin essina Yavumea' (the enemies child will be named Yavumea(fruit of evil)) 'La' Uruviotewen screamed though she did not know where she gained the energy. (no) She pleaded with her unyielding father all that day and all the next but the declaration had already been made. What was to become of the babe Uruviotewen could not glean, but she knew she would not let them take her child from her no matter it's parentage.

The day they tried was the first day Uruviotewen had truly recovered. After returning from a bath she had found her flet oddly quiet. She ran in desperate abandonment once she knew what was missing, straight to her father's study, where one reluctant warden was holding the screaming child out to some human trader's while her father handed them some coins. They looked startled at the hatred these elves exhibited towards the bawling babe that they now forcibly paid them to take. Their surprise thriced once they saw a disheveled elfmaiden run into the hall. 'La Nutha' she cried.(no, stop) Her father turned angrily towards her, and the ferocity of the elvish words spoken between them made the humans wince in fear. Again she pleaded with him but he did not waver.

Uruviotewen felt her love for her own people die within her as he showed her the spite haboured within for a being less fortunate in birth than himself. She did not wish to be like this, outwardly a kind spirit seen by the races of middle earth as creatures of grace and love and yet inwardly so sure of their own superiority as to wish others into a life of misery. She would rather follow her child with the humans than live with the notion that she had allowed her child to be pawned off to another race and she watched her father hand over a few more coins. He turned to his daughter, now fiercely clutching her child, with a look of seething hatred burning in his eyes. She could not bring herself to remember the memories of the same elf teaching her to climb her first tree, how to send out soothing thoughts to the trees to lend their sturdy branches, the same elf that caught her when she fell. She would never feel that way again.

Her thoughts were interrupted. 'Nuthamme qualmelya ar uaqual-hinlya. Envinyata nosslya aista ar auta, raukocolindo.' (We prevented you and your incomplete child's death. Renew your family's honour and leave, demon bearer) At first Uruviotewen could not believe the poison that dripped from her fathers words, and she was so stunned she didn't move. She stared into his eyes looking for any last trace of the father she once knew, but he took it as defiance and became enraged. 'Elya lacuinanme.sin heca!' (you are no longer alive to us. now leave!) His parting words echoed through her mind as she watched him turn his back on her and leave. She wasted no time in her own departure, and none came to say goodbye.

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TBC

A/N: Ha, I know that this portrayal of the elves is rather quite unusual but hey, no race is totally perfect. Except Orlando Bloom of which there should be an entire race of.(hands out Orlies by the hand full. One for you five for me..) Orlies for everyone. By the way this will Not I repeat will NOT turn into an OC legomance. I hope. nar seriously. I cannot write romance. And clancy Thankyou!! My single and only reviewer for chapter one was my best friend from school who coincidentally happened across my fanfic. isn't that weird. And shame on you who don't review! Hey that rhymes! And also sorry for my extremely bad elvish (see also apologies at top of chap ) And incase you didn't catch on, the gweawleas Edhel or wind of the new born elf from chap 1 was the birth of Yavumea in chap 2. Please tell me if any thing isn't making sense!

P.S this is the second loading because for some reason the first loading didn't contain all the translations!