Disclaimer: I do not own Middle Earth or any of these characters except Rasawen (and perhaps a few OC's playing supporting roles, but nothing major yet. That's probably a good think, as J.R.R. Tolkien is a far better writer then I shall ever be.

A/n Thank you to I.N.H. for your review, and I am sorry that I will have to disappoint you. I am certainly going to try writing serious Silmarillion fan fiction in the near feature, without OCs, with real Elvish, ect. (not under this account though, as no one would take it seriously after what this is going to be) This story, however, is basically written to satisfy the fangirl in me, and it isn't really meant to be a serious fan fiction. Rasawen is, admittedly, a Mary-sue, which becomes blatantly obvious in this chapter. The other things in your review were interesting. I hadn't realized sexmarriage. As for Galadriel growing quickly, I believe there was something in UT about that, although I can't find the quote now, so it may have been my imagination. I don't think it really matters, since this is AU in so many other ways. Yes, she leaves Valinor with Galadriel, and yes, she becomes a queen; as I said, this isn't meant to be a serious fan fiction. I'm sure many of you are asking why I'm posting this if it's just something I'm writing to satisfy my fan girl urges. The answer is that there are people who like this kind of this story, as I have seen far worse ones get very good reviews, and they are the audience I'm going for. I am going to edit the summery to make this a little clearer. As an added note to everyone else, Hethena is Rasawen, but she won't be changing her name for a while yet. Also, if any of you haven't read the Silmarillion, I can post a quick guide to who these people are, if anyone requests in a review. Now that I've bored you all to death, on with the story

There was a certain Maia, Deratho, who was not like the others. He lacked many of their powers, and was called the weak maia. There came time for a great feast in Valimar, and Deratho, having no interest in going, had been told to mind the children. Hethena was teased and mocked by the other children, who found her hair and eyes very amusing. Deratho, seeking to comfort her said "Why do you wish them to like you. You are a freak, and I am a freak, so we can both be freaks and it matters not."

Far from having the desired effect, however, it made Hethena feel worse, feeling that a freak calling her a freak truly made her a freak (no, I don't understand four-year-old logic either.) Therefore, she responded cruelly.

"You will always be a freak, freak. You are weak, less then the smallest of the little insects that crawl on the ground. I might look different, but I am strong"

This is something that this little girl would regret, but now for many, many years. Now, after this incident, she began to grow slower, at the rate of other elflings, if not slower. All the time she was growing up, the world was crumbling around her, but she was only a child and thought little of it. Around the time she was 25 (but only six years old in manner) her hair and eyes began to gain color. Her eyes began to turn blue-green, and her hair began to turn golden. By the time she was 30, her hair and eyes were as pretty and colorful as most, but they did not stop. By the time she was 47, her eyes were a clear blue that resembled the sky on a cloudless day, and her hair was more golden then any gold.

Now, even before this, when she was around 40, Feanor, her great-uncle, began to look at her differently. This child, the one who he had called a freak, a bastard, a flaw, he began to look at her, and he saw that she was growing to be very beautiful.

The year she turned 50 (12-13 ish) was the year the trees were destroyed. Hethena had loved those trees, and had often spent hours doing nothing but enjoying their presence. It was then that her mother and many other leaders of the Nolder wished to leave Valinor. By chance, Hethena was present at the time this was decided. She was not moved by the words of Feanor. She had no wish to go to Middle-Earth, away from her father and all she knew. However, by the laws of Valinor, a child had to stay with his or her mother. Hethena decided to speak to the Valar. In the confusion, no one noticed her slipping out. She ran and ran, quicker then she ever had before. Later, she didn't know if it was magic or if, in her panic, she had run incredibly fast, but she reached Valimar within an hour.

She entered the ring of doom, where the Valar sat in silence after the rape of the Silmarils. Only a few of them appeared to notice her presence. She opened her mouth to speak, but Manwe spoke first.

"I know why you have come, and this is my answer to you. You must go to Middle Earth, for that is your fate. It will be long before you see Valinor again, but you will come to love Middle Earth, and eventually, after many ages, you will come back here, very different from when you left. If it is any comfort to you, you will see your father long before that. Now, I have a gift for you."