Another story. May have grammar problems. Hey no one's perfect. Might be a bit Mary-Sueish . Trying to stop that. Hope you enjoy. Review plz. I need to know what I can work on.
To Tell A Tale
No one takes me seriously. I mean NO one. To Elves I act like a human. To men I act like a normal elf. I'm confused with my life. I am Nala, the second daughter of Elrond. Well only half. He is not my real Ada. Oh, and he shows it too. He found when I was an elfling by a river opening while traveling in the woods.
My sister Arwen, and I get along. Yes, we do. The thing is that we are so different that we get along. I'm sort of a tomboy to most elves, to put it simply. I do not have the beautiful black hair of Arwen, but wavy brown hair with weird silver streaks. Not the beautiful crystal blue eyes of her, but an abnormal dark purple. Not the normal pale skin of any elf, but tan skins just like a human. I'm so different from elves that I don't feel as if I belong. I'm a warrior by heart, with a bow, and sword. My sister says it is not natural for a she-elf. I do not listen.
My brother Elrohir helps me with my fighting skills though he says I have over come him.
My father hardly ever talks to me anymore. He resents me to put it in better words. He talks to me, but mostly we have arguments on how he resents me, and why.
My mother, Villana lives in Lothlorien with my grandmother, and grandfather. Most of my family lives in Lothlorien.
I am to attend a council of warriors. Father tells me the One Ring has been found. A hobbit named Frodo has brought it here to Rividell. Men, elves, and dwarves will join in a meeting. For the first time in many of many years. Someone will soon have the burden to take it to Mordor.