Disclaimer: Ooooh I'm writing a disclaimer! Wow I've always wanted to do
this. Ladies and Gentlemen very little of this work belongs to me. I own
only Laitha, Esmiel, their race and the unnamed elf I may own more later
but that's all for now. Wow.
Last Hope
She was found by an elvish patrol. She had been staggering exhaustedly through the forest heading for Rivendell. None of them had ever seen her like before. Though her build and facial characteristics were similar to that of the elves. She lacked their upswept ears and pale complexion. Her skin was a golden brown and her hair was redder then flames, curling into ringlets that rose around her face like a burning storm. It was often said her hair was a reflection of her personality, fiery and wild. When she came to the elves, seeking refuge she said, she spoke elvish with a peculiar accent, but it wore away as the decades passed. She told the elves very little of her people. Only that they lived far to the east and that she had travelled great distances, over mountains whose names the elves had never heard, through terrain more treacherous than any could imagine. What the name that had been given to her at birth had been she never told, claiming that it would have no meaning to them and that it was a symbol of a life she was no longer apart of. She told them to call her Laitha, which in the language of her people meant something similar to without past and wanderer. They accepted her and allowed her to live amoung them and learn their ways. The elves soon came to realise she also differed from them in her magical abilities, though she could vaguely grasp the concepts of elven magic she preferred to use her own which was more subtle and less visible. She could sense the emotions of any being elf, man or dwarf even animals could not hide the feelings from her. Laitha said that some of her people could also pass feelings on to others, but that she had no talent for it. With the talent of passing on feelings sometimes came the talent of speaking mind to mind, which was only possessed by a minority of her people. Also she could move objects large and small without coming into contact with them. This talent she said was most common in her people and was learnt before birth and that it was the bane of every mother to come into a small child's room to find everything, even objects from the highest shelves, scattered around the floor. Sometimes with this talent came the ability to transport oneself instantaneously from place to place, Laitha said that this ability had become more and more rare amoung her people. The last 'talent' of her people was the ability to change shapes. It was a very rare and only those who possessed all of the lesser talents ever managed to achieve it.
She lived peacefully amoung the elves becoming close friends with Lord Elrond Halfelven and his sons and daughter. She would often join the hunting parties or wander the woods by herself. She had a quick wit and a fiery temper. After living with the elves for a century, yes a century, (she was often asked if her people, like the fair ones, were immortal. A question which she would always answer by saying, "What is time to my people? We live as long as we need to and then pass peacefully, we hope, into whatever comes after death.") Laitha married an elf, whose name though not forgotten is no longer often spoken, and they lived happily for many years. She bore him a beautiful girl child who bore much resemblance to her mother but was also definitely elvish. She was a solemn baby not often crying for she had other means by which to call her mother. The talent of Laitha's people it seemed bred true. She would lie in her cradle smiling at the flowers and glass beads floating above her head (a present from her mother.) The name they chose for her was Esmiel, in the tongue of Laitha's people it meant hope and last one, it also sounded suitably elvish for it to be accepted by them. Esmiel grew from a solemn baby into a happy child quick to laugh but not often silly, she had a strong grasp of right and wrong and wouldn't stand for bullying or teasing. She was very perceptive of people's emotions and never failed to brighten a person's spirits. Esmiel loved her mother dearly and they would spend many hours wandering the woods, Laitha teaching her young daughter the ways of the elves and he own people as well. Her father would watch the fondly and carefully taught Esmiel to be and accomplished archer and at her insistence a more then competent swordswomen. The years passed and Esmiel grew up as children have a habit of doing. Then on the summer of her twenty second year, Laitha, Esmiel's beloved mother, became sick. It was a strange sickness there was no fever or headache only a heavy tiredness that cut deep to the bone. The best physicians were called and many remedies were tried but it was all to no avail. Late one night in midsummer Esmiel was woken from here bed by her mother's mind call. She raced to Laitha's sickbed for the ability of her mother to mind call could come only with the closeness of death. When she reached Laitha's chamber's she slowed to a walk stifling tears. The sight that awaited her was almost too much to bear her once strong proud mother was reduced to a frail waif of a woman who was using all her energy just to breathe. "Esmiel, don't grieve yet your pain hurts not only you, I feel it also, do not let it sully our last moments together," she choked out painfully. "Mother how will I live without you, how will father live," Esmiel wailed, - "He's an elf and elves are not accustomed to losing their loved ones." I am not accustomed to losing my loved ones! She screamed silently. "Be strong my daughter for you must hear my last words." Esmiel painfully gathered her wits and blocked her grief from her mother. "Why do you think I left my. our people Esmiel? It is not a thing one does lightly. "They are gone you must know this daughter for you are the only hope for our race to continue. You must be strong, the darkness is returning to the world and you must concentrate on the task that will be placed before you, for you are as your name says the last one, our last hope. I want you to swear that you will take up the task when it finds you and stick to it to the bitter end. Swear it Esmiel." "I I swear." she stammered stunned. Laitha smiled weakly "Know this Esmiel you are more then equal to this task and I could not be more proud of you but you must NOT lose hope for that may be all you will have left. The Darkness is growing. Tell your father that I love him." And with that her eyes closed and she breathed no more. The next morning Esmiel was found deep in sleep kneeling next to the bed, still holding her mother's hand.
Over the following years Esmiel and her father grew further and further apart. He seemed unable to look at her without seeing Laitha and whenever she tried to comfort him and to pass on to him small hope and peace he blocked her, feeling that he no longer deserved to feel such feelings without his beloved wife. When turn five and twenty Elrond approached her. She could sense sadness about him and asked what was troubling him. "Your father left for the Gray Havens this morning," Elrond sighed, "He asked me to make sure you were housed and provided for. I wish for you to know that you are forever welcome here as your mother and father were. They were true friends of mine and you are like both of them in many ways. Be strong dear child time eases most grief." He smiled and though she felt a deep loss, she returned his smile and accepted his offer.
A/N: Allrykiday um that's it so far. I had more but it got deleted by accident when I tried to send this to Barrowdowns. :'( they turned me down. I was going to send Esmiel along on the Ring Quest but since I deleted all mention of that, I'm not sure if I want to do it anymore. Hmmmm, I am open to any ideas, please review. Really please do I'm new and terrified. first fic ever. please any feedback is cool even if you just want to scream violently at me. ^_^ oh well more later byesies.
Last Hope
She was found by an elvish patrol. She had been staggering exhaustedly through the forest heading for Rivendell. None of them had ever seen her like before. Though her build and facial characteristics were similar to that of the elves. She lacked their upswept ears and pale complexion. Her skin was a golden brown and her hair was redder then flames, curling into ringlets that rose around her face like a burning storm. It was often said her hair was a reflection of her personality, fiery and wild. When she came to the elves, seeking refuge she said, she spoke elvish with a peculiar accent, but it wore away as the decades passed. She told the elves very little of her people. Only that they lived far to the east and that she had travelled great distances, over mountains whose names the elves had never heard, through terrain more treacherous than any could imagine. What the name that had been given to her at birth had been she never told, claiming that it would have no meaning to them and that it was a symbol of a life she was no longer apart of. She told them to call her Laitha, which in the language of her people meant something similar to without past and wanderer. They accepted her and allowed her to live amoung them and learn their ways. The elves soon came to realise she also differed from them in her magical abilities, though she could vaguely grasp the concepts of elven magic she preferred to use her own which was more subtle and less visible. She could sense the emotions of any being elf, man or dwarf even animals could not hide the feelings from her. Laitha said that some of her people could also pass feelings on to others, but that she had no talent for it. With the talent of passing on feelings sometimes came the talent of speaking mind to mind, which was only possessed by a minority of her people. Also she could move objects large and small without coming into contact with them. This talent she said was most common in her people and was learnt before birth and that it was the bane of every mother to come into a small child's room to find everything, even objects from the highest shelves, scattered around the floor. Sometimes with this talent came the ability to transport oneself instantaneously from place to place, Laitha said that this ability had become more and more rare amoung her people. The last 'talent' of her people was the ability to change shapes. It was a very rare and only those who possessed all of the lesser talents ever managed to achieve it.
She lived peacefully amoung the elves becoming close friends with Lord Elrond Halfelven and his sons and daughter. She would often join the hunting parties or wander the woods by herself. She had a quick wit and a fiery temper. After living with the elves for a century, yes a century, (she was often asked if her people, like the fair ones, were immortal. A question which she would always answer by saying, "What is time to my people? We live as long as we need to and then pass peacefully, we hope, into whatever comes after death.") Laitha married an elf, whose name though not forgotten is no longer often spoken, and they lived happily for many years. She bore him a beautiful girl child who bore much resemblance to her mother but was also definitely elvish. She was a solemn baby not often crying for she had other means by which to call her mother. The talent of Laitha's people it seemed bred true. She would lie in her cradle smiling at the flowers and glass beads floating above her head (a present from her mother.) The name they chose for her was Esmiel, in the tongue of Laitha's people it meant hope and last one, it also sounded suitably elvish for it to be accepted by them. Esmiel grew from a solemn baby into a happy child quick to laugh but not often silly, she had a strong grasp of right and wrong and wouldn't stand for bullying or teasing. She was very perceptive of people's emotions and never failed to brighten a person's spirits. Esmiel loved her mother dearly and they would spend many hours wandering the woods, Laitha teaching her young daughter the ways of the elves and he own people as well. Her father would watch the fondly and carefully taught Esmiel to be and accomplished archer and at her insistence a more then competent swordswomen. The years passed and Esmiel grew up as children have a habit of doing. Then on the summer of her twenty second year, Laitha, Esmiel's beloved mother, became sick. It was a strange sickness there was no fever or headache only a heavy tiredness that cut deep to the bone. The best physicians were called and many remedies were tried but it was all to no avail. Late one night in midsummer Esmiel was woken from here bed by her mother's mind call. She raced to Laitha's sickbed for the ability of her mother to mind call could come only with the closeness of death. When she reached Laitha's chamber's she slowed to a walk stifling tears. The sight that awaited her was almost too much to bear her once strong proud mother was reduced to a frail waif of a woman who was using all her energy just to breathe. "Esmiel, don't grieve yet your pain hurts not only you, I feel it also, do not let it sully our last moments together," she choked out painfully. "Mother how will I live without you, how will father live," Esmiel wailed, - "He's an elf and elves are not accustomed to losing their loved ones." I am not accustomed to losing my loved ones! She screamed silently. "Be strong my daughter for you must hear my last words." Esmiel painfully gathered her wits and blocked her grief from her mother. "Why do you think I left my. our people Esmiel? It is not a thing one does lightly. "They are gone you must know this daughter for you are the only hope for our race to continue. You must be strong, the darkness is returning to the world and you must concentrate on the task that will be placed before you, for you are as your name says the last one, our last hope. I want you to swear that you will take up the task when it finds you and stick to it to the bitter end. Swear it Esmiel." "I I swear." she stammered stunned. Laitha smiled weakly "Know this Esmiel you are more then equal to this task and I could not be more proud of you but you must NOT lose hope for that may be all you will have left. The Darkness is growing. Tell your father that I love him." And with that her eyes closed and she breathed no more. The next morning Esmiel was found deep in sleep kneeling next to the bed, still holding her mother's hand.
Over the following years Esmiel and her father grew further and further apart. He seemed unable to look at her without seeing Laitha and whenever she tried to comfort him and to pass on to him small hope and peace he blocked her, feeling that he no longer deserved to feel such feelings without his beloved wife. When turn five and twenty Elrond approached her. She could sense sadness about him and asked what was troubling him. "Your father left for the Gray Havens this morning," Elrond sighed, "He asked me to make sure you were housed and provided for. I wish for you to know that you are forever welcome here as your mother and father were. They were true friends of mine and you are like both of them in many ways. Be strong dear child time eases most grief." He smiled and though she felt a deep loss, she returned his smile and accepted his offer.
A/N: Allrykiday um that's it so far. I had more but it got deleted by accident when I tried to send this to Barrowdowns. :'( they turned me down. I was going to send Esmiel along on the Ring Quest but since I deleted all mention of that, I'm not sure if I want to do it anymore. Hmmmm, I am open to any ideas, please review. Really please do I'm new and terrified. first fic ever. please any feedback is cool even if you just want to scream violently at me. ^_^ oh well more later byesies.