Maana Weere
By: WhiteRosePetals
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Lord of the Rings only Tolkien and his heirs do. I only own this fanfic.
(Set before LOTR)
A/N: The title in Elf means, Blessed Promise.
Prologue- The Birth of Tragedy
She was considered old even in the eyes of her own people. Edwin Farefawn was the midwife in the little elven town. She must have been eight thousand or so years old this coming winter. Her auburn hair was now graying and her eyes were a remarkable hazel, unusual for elf folks, and they were the true evidence of the human blood coursing throughout her veins, passed on from generations ago. The lady she now attended to know, was a young elleth, barely two hundred yet bearing her first, and unfortunately it looked as though her last child. Though there was once a time when the races of man and elf were close friends. But now they thirsted for each other's blood. Men would kidnap their young and turn them into salves for their beloved gift from the Valar, the gift of eternal life. They raped their women, and killed their men. She sighed; such was the fate that had fallen on the beloved Laurel. A scream shattered the silence like glass and the midwife crouched down again. Soon another cry was heard, but that of life. The baby's cry was not of an elf child, but a human's. Half was what she was. Tears flowed from the mother's face as she whispered the child's name
"Earane, my blessed one, be a good girl for your Naneth." The infant screamed in reply as the beautiful maiden simply slipped away into nothingness. Edwin Sighed and cradled the infant, speaking consolably to her in grey tongue to calm her woes. At last the child fell into a deep sleep. Sighing she whispered
"Your name is Earane Telemmaite, but you shall be known as Elle." Cradling her in her arms, she nestled the infant into a small basket, drying her tears.
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The rain beat mercilessly on the grave on top of the nearby hill where the young Laurel had been lain. Her arms gently cradling the small bundle of life, Edwin made her way out of the town, towards the small settlement of the dwarves and humans. She would care for the child, and then one day, perhaps things would change. The crystal starflower around the baby's neck was the only gift the mother could offer to the child other than her eternal love. She sighed; the child was going to have the difficult life of most half-breeds. Two of something, and all of nothing. She reached the village, the rain beating forever mercilessly on the ground, mixing blood with muddy water.
End Prologue