Fire blazed on the top of a hill in Doriath in the middle of the night. The harsh sound of orkish laughter filled the night air, causing the blood of all who heard it to run cold. At least, the blood of all except a small band of marchwardens braved the danger to fight… and to search for survivors. The fight lasted a mere short five minutes as the expert guerrilla fighters nimbly jumped from branch to branch, shooting arrows as they went, while others suddenly seemed to jump out of nowhere, dealing devastating damage with their knives and swords. The orcs were soon dead.
Soon the marchwardens had put out the fire and began their search. They searched for some time without avail. They started to leave, in sadness that no survivors were found, when they heard the sound of someone crying, softly… like a child.
They searched again hope returning as the feverishly looked around. After a few minutes, they finally figured out where the noise was coming from, an old burned down house. They started digging, determined to free the child, trapped inside the smoldering wreak. To their astonishment, a beam had fallen in such a way that it had shielded the child, hidden under a blanket in the rubble.
There was an orkish arrow sticking from it…
They quickly pulled back the blanket, and stared in stunned silence. There were twin infants, a male and female. The boy was pale and unmoving, the tip of the arrow embedded in his shoulder. His sister clung to him, crying quietly. The marchwardens carefully separated the two infants, and the healer who accompanied them worked silently on the injured child. After successfully removing the shaft, and confirming the it wasn't poisoned, she placed the two into a basket which had been fashioned into a makeshift crib. It warmed everyone's hearts to see the tiny survivor place an arm around his sister, as if comforting her or reassuring her that he was alright and everything else would be too.
On their return to Menegroth, they named the girl Alquawen, a name meaning "Swan-maiden" for she was fair, with pale skin, dreamy dark blue eyes, and silvery hair. The boy they named Beleg for the name meant "Mighty" and a child as young as he must be mighty indeed to have encountered an orcish arrow and live.
(author's note: Hi everyone, I know this is short but this is only the introduction, the chapters are going to be longer thanks for reading! - feaedhel-celebdae19 )