Hi all!

Welcome to my first fan fiction. This is my first time writing and I am quite excited.

Okay it here goes...

I do not own any LOTR's characters or anything else belonging to JRR Tolkien. The only things I have a claim to are the characters you do not recognize, because I made them up (I like to believe I'm clever for thinking up original characters, but I hear a lot of people are also doing that). I'll take any type of review that does not insult me as a person. Also, this story may get a little dirty or nasty in the future at times, so consider your self warned. Other than that, enjoy...

This story is written in a first person narrative form by Lothìriel. There will be some POV's by other characters as well. By the way this story has my twist on it.

Another Story, Another Time
Chapter 1 – My Intro.

It is hard to be a woman, especially growing up in a home full of men. There are five men in my life that needs constant attention, which is a shame considering all their ages.

First, there is my father; I will not attempt to tell you his age. He is a widower and has been for a long time. He still loves my mother and will not get involved with another woman. He always tells me "one day I will be reunited with your mother, the only woman I truly ever loved." I then go on to say "what about me, I thought I was your true love and am I not a woman?" My father laughs heartily at this and responds with a whole speech about his only daughter (hold on, that is me!) finding a great love then I will get married, etc. etc. etc. I tend to tune out after the first two sentences.

Oh, yes, back to my original thought. My father is a real charmer and is loved by everyone, even our new King and Queen. He is in their high favor ever sine the Mordor War (that is what I call it). I think my Queen is most fond of him, because he has come to be a good friend and like a father figure to her (I will not get into details about her personal life. Yet, hehehe).

Anyway, like my father, my brothers inherited his charm (as did I, so I have heard). Though they have it in different amounts and show it in entirely different ways. My older brother, Elphir, is most like my father in his strictness and regards for the rules. He is the only one who is allowed to break them. Lalaith, his wife, is a good friend of mine though she is a little older than I am. They have a son, Alphros, whom I adore. He adores me in return, which is funny since I heard I treat children badly (not physically, but in the verbal sense). I do not agree with this because if you are old enough to dish it out, you should be old enough to receive the return. And I hear I do not have or wear an entirely welcome expression on my face. For me smiling sometimes really hurts.

Then there are the last two men in my life, my brothers Erchirion and Amrothos. I love them to piece. Erchirion, unlike Elphir and Amrothos, is a little shorter then the other two. He is also broader in build and darker in complexion. Actually he looks more like me; we even have the same habits. Many say we should have been twins or we were twins in our precious lives. The one that gets me is when people say we probably were married lovers in a pervious life, because he is the only person who can really put me in check and control me. Every time I hear these comments I think...1st off that is nasty (I am referring to the latter comment). 2nd, it is scary to know someone can follow you around for years like that, it gives new meaning to the word stalker. And I know about stalkers, I have had plenty of those in my life, but that is another story for another time.

Back to my brothers. Erchirion can be sweet when he wants to, he even took me to my first tavern (another story for another time). The one close to my age is Amrothos and we hang out all the time, because we have some of the same odd friend. He is very flirtatious, so is Erchirion, but he does not seem to know about his attractiveness on people (males included—another story, another time). Both are my partners in crime.

When it comes to strictness, the toughest is Elphir and then it dwindles down from there. Sense of humor goes the other way around starting with Amrothos. Erchirion is really the balance of the other two. So there are my immediate family members in a nutshell.

Now it is time you know about my extended family. I have two cousins who treat me more as a sister. Boromir was the older of the two. He always got a long well with Elphir. He taught me how to fight and use a sword and shield properly. Never was a fan of too much speaking though. He loves to drink but then again who in my family does not. I think we are the royal drunks of Gondor but we are discreet about it.

And then there is my favorite intellect, Faramir. He is very smart, noble, attentive, and reads people quite well. He taught me how to read and write in Runes among many other things about lore. When I used to visit Minas Tirith as a youngster, we would spend all day in the royal library reading and talking. He is one of the reasons I understand people and diplomatic processes. I know how to adapt to different customs easily, speak smoothly and have many types of people respect me.

Hold on, I will have to finish this story later. My father is calling my name at the top of his lungs. He cannot complain about me not showing any class...