Disclaimer: These characters are not, never were, never will be mine. I'm
just using them. Please don't hurt me!
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Authors note - eem a bit, well predictable and boring, but please give it time to work, this is my 1st try at a fanfic.
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Chapter 1
My name is Fenolen and this is the story of me. I live, mostly, in Rivendell but I'm not a full elf. I am the only one of my kind - I'm a wizard/elf.
My father was Gandalf the grey and my mother was a Mirkwood elf. She died giving birth to me, and Gandalf left middle earth long ago, before I was born. Because of this I live with Elrond, no one but him, my 'sister' Arwen and me know that I am not his daughter.
I suppose I could be called pretty, I'm certainly not the prettiest of my family, I always saw myself as rather plain. My hair, as is traditional with elves, is very long, but I chose to often tie it up, to keep it out of my way. My father frowns on this, he feels I should always want to look my best. I'm short for an elf, though still taller than most people, and lean and willowy. My eyes sparkle blue, like my true fathers and my ears are rather less pointed and defined than most elf's.
I lived almost 100 years in Rivendell undisturbed. I knew I had powers, I could communicate with nature, shoot lighting from my figures and pull objects towards me amongst other things however I was in hiding from the Council of the White, so I couldn't use much power or they would sense it. I worked hard, trained as an archer and was one of the best Rivendell had.
My story starts, I suppose, with the arrival of the Mirkwood elves that would start a chain of events to change my life forever. I was riding in the wood one day, as I often did, when I spotted three elves riding round the forest, pretty much in circles. Simply for lack of something better to do, I followed them on Cobalt (my horse) and picked up from there conversations they were named Feanaro, Gathren and Legolas and they were looking for Rivendell.
I had decided to help them when a branch fell from a tree and landed with a crash. Colbolt was not upset, as this often happens and he is used to it, however the mounts of these elves seemed more put out. They stamped and reared. one, who seemed to be ridden by the leader, bolted into the undergrowth. Not stopping to think I turned Colbolt and shot after him.
I went straight across in front the other 2 Elves, but to them I was just a bluer. Colbolt shot between trees, taking paths he knew well. I soon caught up with the freighted steed, using my knowledge of the wood to help, I rode up next to it.
"Let go of the rains!" I yelled at the rider, then I whispered in soft elvish in the steeds ear "calm down, there is nothing to fear." Slowly it calmed and eventually the righted was able to regain control and he yanked it to stop it. "You o.k?" I asked the rider.
"What the hell are you doing?" He questioned, looking at me furiously.
That was not the reaction I expected "I just saved u." I said, disbelief in my tone.
"I was perfectly in control," He snapped
"You were petrified," I continued to be totally shocked at what was being said.
"I knew exactly what I was doing, he often runs off and needed punishing, a good yank in his mouth should do it, but its too late thanks to you"
"What? You can't punish a horse for its natural instincts" I was completely flabbergast. The horse had run because it was frightened. I was ready to defend this poor horse and it was looking like it might become a big argument if it hadn't been the arrival, at that moment of the other two Elves.
"Wow, you are amazing," Said the first one. There was something regal about the way he sat on top his horse and his eyes shone out, grey, but full of amazement and warmth. "My name is Legolas, this is Feanaro and Gathren (pointing to the elf I had been arguing with). Who are you?"
"My name is" I faltered. As a smile spread over his lean face my mind went blank. "Fenolen, My name is Fenolen. Daughter of Elrond. The Lady of Rivendell Forrest I am often called" I answered the question, finally, lying as I was accustomed to doing.
"Well I'm sorry to say they do not mention you in Mirkwood" Legolas said, looking me up and down with thought deep grey eyes, it felt like he could see into my sole. I have lied to noble elves, Lords of Dwarfs and even the King of Men, but never before have I worried that my lie wouldn't be believed.
"I'm not," came a curling voice, "She ruined my disciplining of Steadfast-"
"He didn't need disciplining" I interrupted. A voice at the back of my mind (I think it was my conscious) was screaming "SHUT UP, you don't want to start a fight" but I ignored it.
"Excuse me," he said turning to stare right in my eyes "it is up to me how I treat my beast"
"Just the fact that you call it a beast," I said, calm, cool and evil, "shows how unfit you are to ride such a beauty."
I think he was going to shoot me, his hand certainly twitched towards his bow behind his back, if it hadn't been for Legolas, once again stepping in,
"If you are the Lady of Rivendell Forrest, Maybe you can show us the way out of here, and to Rivendell" he said, tactfully changing the subject.
"Of course." I said, polite and helpful at once. I may have a sharp temper but I could remember my manners around this elf after all, he was trying so hard to stop his friend and I from killing each other "follow me, you not far from your goal."
I stepped Colbolt into a trot, quickly found the path and within a short while we rode through the gates of the city. It was the only city on earth to me, and it was home. Set deep in a gorge, on either side of the Northern river, the homes crept up the sides, often hard to see for they blended in with the trees so well. The elf in me deeply respected these trees, and the power in the Northern.
"Thank you, if it wasn't for you we would probably be travelling in circles for days and we have a very important engagement with Lord Elrond"
"Really! Let me show you up to the house, as it is where I am going." We headed off down the street to the house of Elrond and I couldn't help wondering what these Elves wanted, and why I seem to remember Legolas from somewhere.
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Authors note - eem a bit, well predictable and boring, but please give it time to work, this is my 1st try at a fanfic.
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Chapter 1
My name is Fenolen and this is the story of me. I live, mostly, in Rivendell but I'm not a full elf. I am the only one of my kind - I'm a wizard/elf.
My father was Gandalf the grey and my mother was a Mirkwood elf. She died giving birth to me, and Gandalf left middle earth long ago, before I was born. Because of this I live with Elrond, no one but him, my 'sister' Arwen and me know that I am not his daughter.
I suppose I could be called pretty, I'm certainly not the prettiest of my family, I always saw myself as rather plain. My hair, as is traditional with elves, is very long, but I chose to often tie it up, to keep it out of my way. My father frowns on this, he feels I should always want to look my best. I'm short for an elf, though still taller than most people, and lean and willowy. My eyes sparkle blue, like my true fathers and my ears are rather less pointed and defined than most elf's.
I lived almost 100 years in Rivendell undisturbed. I knew I had powers, I could communicate with nature, shoot lighting from my figures and pull objects towards me amongst other things however I was in hiding from the Council of the White, so I couldn't use much power or they would sense it. I worked hard, trained as an archer and was one of the best Rivendell had.
My story starts, I suppose, with the arrival of the Mirkwood elves that would start a chain of events to change my life forever. I was riding in the wood one day, as I often did, when I spotted three elves riding round the forest, pretty much in circles. Simply for lack of something better to do, I followed them on Cobalt (my horse) and picked up from there conversations they were named Feanaro, Gathren and Legolas and they were looking for Rivendell.
I had decided to help them when a branch fell from a tree and landed with a crash. Colbolt was not upset, as this often happens and he is used to it, however the mounts of these elves seemed more put out. They stamped and reared. one, who seemed to be ridden by the leader, bolted into the undergrowth. Not stopping to think I turned Colbolt and shot after him.
I went straight across in front the other 2 Elves, but to them I was just a bluer. Colbolt shot between trees, taking paths he knew well. I soon caught up with the freighted steed, using my knowledge of the wood to help, I rode up next to it.
"Let go of the rains!" I yelled at the rider, then I whispered in soft elvish in the steeds ear "calm down, there is nothing to fear." Slowly it calmed and eventually the righted was able to regain control and he yanked it to stop it. "You o.k?" I asked the rider.
"What the hell are you doing?" He questioned, looking at me furiously.
That was not the reaction I expected "I just saved u." I said, disbelief in my tone.
"I was perfectly in control," He snapped
"You were petrified," I continued to be totally shocked at what was being said.
"I knew exactly what I was doing, he often runs off and needed punishing, a good yank in his mouth should do it, but its too late thanks to you"
"What? You can't punish a horse for its natural instincts" I was completely flabbergast. The horse had run because it was frightened. I was ready to defend this poor horse and it was looking like it might become a big argument if it hadn't been the arrival, at that moment of the other two Elves.
"Wow, you are amazing," Said the first one. There was something regal about the way he sat on top his horse and his eyes shone out, grey, but full of amazement and warmth. "My name is Legolas, this is Feanaro and Gathren (pointing to the elf I had been arguing with). Who are you?"
"My name is" I faltered. As a smile spread over his lean face my mind went blank. "Fenolen, My name is Fenolen. Daughter of Elrond. The Lady of Rivendell Forrest I am often called" I answered the question, finally, lying as I was accustomed to doing.
"Well I'm sorry to say they do not mention you in Mirkwood" Legolas said, looking me up and down with thought deep grey eyes, it felt like he could see into my sole. I have lied to noble elves, Lords of Dwarfs and even the King of Men, but never before have I worried that my lie wouldn't be believed.
"I'm not," came a curling voice, "She ruined my disciplining of Steadfast-"
"He didn't need disciplining" I interrupted. A voice at the back of my mind (I think it was my conscious) was screaming "SHUT UP, you don't want to start a fight" but I ignored it.
"Excuse me," he said turning to stare right in my eyes "it is up to me how I treat my beast"
"Just the fact that you call it a beast," I said, calm, cool and evil, "shows how unfit you are to ride such a beauty."
I think he was going to shoot me, his hand certainly twitched towards his bow behind his back, if it hadn't been for Legolas, once again stepping in,
"If you are the Lady of Rivendell Forrest, Maybe you can show us the way out of here, and to Rivendell" he said, tactfully changing the subject.
"Of course." I said, polite and helpful at once. I may have a sharp temper but I could remember my manners around this elf after all, he was trying so hard to stop his friend and I from killing each other "follow me, you not far from your goal."
I stepped Colbolt into a trot, quickly found the path and within a short while we rode through the gates of the city. It was the only city on earth to me, and it was home. Set deep in a gorge, on either side of the Northern river, the homes crept up the sides, often hard to see for they blended in with the trees so well. The elf in me deeply respected these trees, and the power in the Northern.
"Thank you, if it wasn't for you we would probably be travelling in circles for days and we have a very important engagement with Lord Elrond"
"Really! Let me show you up to the house, as it is where I am going." We headed off down the street to the house of Elrond and I couldn't help wondering what these Elves wanted, and why I seem to remember Legolas from somewhere.