What came to be?
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters the all belong to J. R. R. Tolkien all apart from Eledhel and some later characters. Which isn't fair
Prologue - The Tear Daughter
2800 years before the war of the ring.
Sindié was angry. Angry at that child. It wasn't his, maybe his blood but the soul was a witch child. It had taken his wife away. If it had been a boy he would have taken it in as his son but this female child was different; it seemed powerful, a strange being encased in a child's body.
He stared at the child in the crib. He didn't want to be responsible for it. Send it to Lórien. That is the closest Elven settlement. The lady's people would look after it. He didn't care what happened to it. He needed to return to Rivendell. He had responsibilities.
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"Lady Galadriel!"
Galadriel turned around to see one of her maids rushing down the corridor towards her.
The maid took a few gasps to catch her breath. "Lady I am glad to find you. Lord Celeborn wishes to see you immediately in your lounge area. It is very important."
"Thank you." Galadriel turned and headed towards her rooms.
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Celeborn was sitting at the table staring into the basket that was in front of him.
Galadriel knew that look on his face when she entered the room. It was the same one he had always worn while looking at their daughter. She knew what was in the woven basket in front of him.
Celeborn signalled to the letter on the table in front of her. She picked up the letter and read:
Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn, This child may be mine but I will not take care of it. I am not able to. She does not mean anything to me. That is why I am leaving her with you. I would not even care if you killed her. My wife died giving life to her but she does not seem like my child so I will not take care of her.
"How could he do that to his child?" Galadriel crossed the room, stood behind her husband and looked into the basket.
The female child blinked at her. The child could only be a few days old yet her eyes were open. They were large and deep green in colour.
"She doesn't have a name." Celeborn wouldn't take his eyes from the child. "And he obviously doesn't want the child. What about Eledhel?"
"Eledhel Níniel." She muttered. To Galadriel the child was strange. No. Not strange she just seemed. different.
"Yes, I sense that the child's troubles are just beginning. Shall I call for a wet nurse?"
"Yes. If you will excuse me, I feel the need to look into my mirror."
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Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters the all belong to J. R. R. Tolkien all apart from Eledhel and some later characters. Which isn't fair
Prologue - The Tear Daughter
2800 years before the war of the ring.
Sindié was angry. Angry at that child. It wasn't his, maybe his blood but the soul was a witch child. It had taken his wife away. If it had been a boy he would have taken it in as his son but this female child was different; it seemed powerful, a strange being encased in a child's body.
He stared at the child in the crib. He didn't want to be responsible for it. Send it to Lórien. That is the closest Elven settlement. The lady's people would look after it. He didn't care what happened to it. He needed to return to Rivendell. He had responsibilities.
***
"Lady Galadriel!"
Galadriel turned around to see one of her maids rushing down the corridor towards her.
The maid took a few gasps to catch her breath. "Lady I am glad to find you. Lord Celeborn wishes to see you immediately in your lounge area. It is very important."
"Thank you." Galadriel turned and headed towards her rooms.
***
Celeborn was sitting at the table staring into the basket that was in front of him.
Galadriel knew that look on his face when she entered the room. It was the same one he had always worn while looking at their daughter. She knew what was in the woven basket in front of him.
Celeborn signalled to the letter on the table in front of her. She picked up the letter and read:
Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn, This child may be mine but I will not take care of it. I am not able to. She does not mean anything to me. That is why I am leaving her with you. I would not even care if you killed her. My wife died giving life to her but she does not seem like my child so I will not take care of her.
"How could he do that to his child?" Galadriel crossed the room, stood behind her husband and looked into the basket.
The female child blinked at her. The child could only be a few days old yet her eyes were open. They were large and deep green in colour.
"She doesn't have a name." Celeborn wouldn't take his eyes from the child. "And he obviously doesn't want the child. What about Eledhel?"
"Eledhel Níniel." She muttered. To Galadriel the child was strange. No. Not strange she just seemed. different.
"Yes, I sense that the child's troubles are just beginning. Shall I call for a wet nurse?"
"Yes. If you will excuse me, I feel the need to look into my mirror."
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