Well, here's my newest LORT fic. This is a lot different than anything that I've ever written before, more angst and drama. So I'm not really sure how this is going to turn out or where it's going to go.

Summary: Jarla, a half vampire half-human, is brought to Middle Earth. But for what reason? Only the Valar know but they won't tell her, just yet. This has got a little bit of everything: action, adventure, romance, angst, and drama.

Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings. I only own Jarla and any other character that makes you think 'The hell!?' or 'WTF!?' So don't sue me.

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I belong no where in this world. You may think that that's not possible or I'm just crazy for thinking this, but it's true. I am two different halves of two completely different wholes. Do I hate my parents for bringing this upon me? No, they were young and innocent when they fell in love; they had no idea what the consequences of their love would bring. But because of that innocent naiveté I am stuck between the world of light and the world of darkness. For I am a half-breed, a mixed blood, a day-walker. I am half vampire half-human.

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The sun had gone down an hour ago flooding the city in darkness. People were rushing home to their families after a long day's work at the office. How I envy humans. They are so unaware, so ignorant to the underworld living along side their own. I wish that I had never known things of the nightwalkers. Like the way they hunt others as if they were wolves. Or the way the ruthlessly kill their prey.

'Stop that Jarla,' I scold myself. Now is not the time to contemplate those sorts of things. I turned away from the street and back into the dark of the alleyway. Right now I needed to get to the sewers, away from anyone.

For a moment I thought that I felt a tingling sensation at the back of my mind, telling me that someone was nearing. But as soon as I felt it, it was gone. I shrugged if off and kept moving. I rounded a bend in the alleyway and came to a dead end. This is what I get for not keeping my mind on things.

"Real smart…" I sighed and kicked a Pepsi soda can down the asphalt. It rattled and then abruptly stopped. "…the hell?"

"What have we have here?"

Almost cat-like out of the shadows came a slender pale man tossing the elusive can. I could see his eyes glinting in the dim light. He grinned at me revealing a set of delicately pointed canine teeth.

"Have you lost your way little human?" He purred.

I narrowed my eyes at him, "Take a closer smell my friend. I am no human." He blinked in confusion before tilting his pointed chin upward slightly to sniff the air.

His eyes glinted again, "Oh, ho! A little half-breed! How interesting." I glared harder at him.

"All the more fun to play with before I drain you. You blood is no different than a mortals, if not even better." I clenched my fists. He must be a newly turned one because he does not know how truly strong a half-breed is. Let alone a trapped and seriously pissed off half-blood.

True, a full and very skilled vampire could kill a day-walker like me, but I have many of the same skills that their kind possesses as well. Many half-breeds have a vampires strength, agility, hypnotic powers, and even immortality so we are quite a force to be reckoned with.

I readied my body into a fighting stance: feet placed shoulder width apart, knees slightly bent ready to receive the first attack. I steadied my breath before I answered back to his fruitless challenge, "Care to find out just how strong a simple weakling like myself is?"

I smirked knowing full well that would agitate the stupid little bastard to no end. And low and behold he charged me, fangs flashing, eyes blazing. I steadied my body for impact and waited for him to reach my striking range. I could feel the weight of my hidden dagger on my skin beneath my black trench coat.

'One, two, three…' With a flick of my wrist I had one of my concealed weapons in my hand and then in the then in the young blooding's chest. He stopped mid-step; his eyes glazed over and his body self-combusted in a flash of flame turning flesh into dust and ash.

"Teach you to piss around with me," I muttered. I stooped to retrieve my fallen dagger and slid it back into my sleeve. Without my daggers I would be dead there's no doubt about that. I silently thanked the three I had hidden on me and stepped over the pile of ash. I needed to get to the sewers now. And being in battle only egged my blood lust on more. I pushed the feeling of hunger deep down inside myself.

This is one of the curses of being a halfling. Yes, I may have the same speed, stamina, mental abilities and immortal powers as a vampire but I also get their lust for blood. But unlike my vampire counter part I can stand the sun and I am immune to garlic and silver. And the most important thing of all is that I posses a soul allowing me to feel a wider range of emotions and feelings of others and myself than a vampire. And this is also the reason why I must go to the sewers; because every time I drain a person I get a flash of their emotions and life in my mind. I shuddered at the memory of the last human I had killed. The felling of their pain and complete and utter fear as it filled my senses.

'Stop that,' I told myself for the second time tonight.

Down at the end of the alleyway I came up to the usual manhole that allows me access underground. Now wary of other prowling vampires I carefully scanned the surrounding buildings before prying back the cover. With a loud clang the manhole cover was placed on the asphalt. I slid down into the hole and felt around for the first rung on the ladder leading downward using my foot, my arms supporting my weight.

I was preoccupied. I should have known better than to let my thoughts wander again. The only warning that I had before my face was slammed into the ground was a slight tickling sensation pulling at my senses.

"You little bitch!!" Screamed a voice. A hand grabbed a fist full of my raven hair and slammed my face into the ground once more. My eyesight went blurry with gray spots and blood began to pour down my face and pool on the hard asphalt.

"I saw what you did to my brother!"

Here I was stuck halfway down a manhole and being attacked by some unknown person. This was so not my night. I needed to get out of this hole or I would die. I tried to heave myself out of the hole but the person above me kept pushing me down.

Fuck! Can't escape!! My head throbbed from the shooting pain in my nose and chin. My lungs sputtered on the blood that streamed into my mouth and down the back of my throat.

"Now you'll pay for what you've done!"

Suddenly I was falling, falling down the hole. The air caressed my face and blew my hair around me.

'NO!' My hands clutched air hopelessly trying to stop my body from plummeting. Above me the pinhole of light grew smaller and smaller until I saw nothing but darkness.

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I awoke to find myself in a room of complete darkness. Rising to my feet my head spun and I had to sit back down on the floor so I didn't pass out.

"Where am I?"

'Welcome little one.' The sudden voice startled my and I jumped to my feet on impulse, but I forgot about my headache and I swayed on my feet.

"Who's there?!" The woman's voice chuckled.

'Do not fear little one, for I will not hurt you. I am one of the Valar, sent to protect you.'

My head spun. This had to be some weird ass dream I was having.

'This is not a lie little one,' a new voice spoke. 'We have sent you here to save them.'

"Wait! Save who? Who are you people!?" This was seriously freaking me out now. People say the one of the first signs of insanity is hearing voices in your head. Just great, I was going insane.

The woman's voice spoke again, her tone more serious than before, 'I am called Elbereth, Star Kindler.'

'And I am Oromë the Great Rider.'

"That's all fine and dandy but what do you want with me?" My patience was wearing thin. These two kept dancing around the subject and was pissing me off.

'We have brought you here to save our world from destruction once again,' answered Oromë.

"But--"

'And to aid you on your quest I will entrust you with the powers of the stars.' With those words my body began to glow a pale golden color with almost a silver sheen.

'And I,' Oromë finished. 'Will give you the gift that will help you in battles to come. But that it is to be discovered at a later date for it is not need at this time.'

"Whoa, half a minute here. What in seven hells is going on here?! You want me to do what! And what was with that glowing light? I may be a half-blood but I'm not so stupid that I don't know that that light was not a good thing!"

'All will be answered little one, do not worry so. But for now we will leave you and as a parting gift take this ring. It will keep our link strong so that if you need to call us just use it.' In front of my eyes appeared a ring of sapphire and silver. The sapphire stone was carved in the shape of a perfect sphere and in the center, if the ring was tilted at the right angle, a brilliant star could be seen sparkling inside the stone. The band was made of the finest silver in the shape of winding vines, which wove their way around the beautifully set sapphire.

My mouth dropped open and I took the ring. It was the most beautiful piece of jewlery I had ever seen. Carefully, I slipped it on my right ring finger and held out my hand to inspect it. The voices chuckled at me.

'Now we must leave you. Wake up little one. Wake up.' I snapped out of my daze.

"Wait!! You haven't answered all of my questions!!"

'Wake up little one. Wake up…'

"Wake up little one."

My eyes snapped open and I sat straight up. Was that a dream? It had to be! But then I felt a weight on my finger and looked down. There on my ring finger sparkled the ring from my dream. It was real. I wished it was just a dream, but deep down I was curious to see what my 'dream' had ment

"Ah, I see you're awake now. We were very worried about you." I looked up from my hand to see a handsome man with long dark brown hair sitting in a chair beside my bed. Wait! A BED?

"Where am I? Who are you!?" I panicked. In my struggling to untangle the blankets from my legs I nicked my bottom lip on one of my small fangs. "Ouch!" I hissed.

"Calm down my lady!" The man placed a hand on each of my shoulders and pushed me gently back down on to the bed. "You are still not well. Your head is injured." He motioned towards my brow.

I suddenly felt my head throb as if it could understand the man before me. "But where am I?" The man smiled.

"Welcome to Rivendell. I am Lord Elrond Peredhil. And you are…"

"I am Jarla. Peredhil? What's that mean?" Elrond raised a delicate eyebrow.

"It means half-elven, Lady Jarla." My jaw dropped. He was a half-blood just like me! But half-ELVEN?

"You're an elf?" I practically squawked.

"You do not believe me?" He asked. "Then let me prove it to you." He brushed back his long hair to reveal a pair of slightly pointed ears.

"Oi vey…" I rested my head in my hands trying to comprehend exactly what had happened to me.

'Ok. First I fell down the manhole. Second I woke up in a weird room with voices and I get a ring. And third I really wake up from the what I thought was real and find that it really was real! And to top it off I still have the ring!' I was startled out of my thoughts when Lord Elrond spoke again.

"Where did you get that ring?" He clasped my hand and brought it closer to him.

"Why do you want to know?" I asked getting defensive. I snatched my hand back and Elrond frowned.

"That is a very important ring of legend. The ring of Rillëval or 'Brilliant Power'. It is said that once that ring is seen in Arda that a new great evil will rise and the one who carries the ring will be the new Great Defender." I gulped, so that was what those voices were talking about. I swallowed before speaking.

"And you think that I am this Defender?" Elrond looked up into my eyes.

"I think--"

"Ada!" the door to my room flew open. The force of the swinging door blew my hair back.

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Well, there you go. It's sort of a cliffie. I feel evil. {evil laughter}This took me forever to write but I finally got it out!! I rather like what I have so far though. And I haven't decided what couplings there should be yet, but I think of them soon. Or maybe you could give me some ideas when you review. (hint,hint!) Here are some definitions just in case you have any questions:

Oromë - He is one of the Valar, or gods, of Middle Earth. He is a great hunter and performed deeds of great prowess. Also known as Aldaron or Oromë the Great.

Elbereth - She is one of the Vairë, or a goddess, of Middle Earth. She fashioned the stars and constellations. She is the mightiest of the Vairë. Also known as Varda and Gilthoniel.