A/N I made a mistake in the last chapter. Rasawen had existed in my head for a long time, and I have experimented with many different hair and eye colors for her. I finally settled on golden hair and sky-blue eyes. However, the last chapter was written when she still had green eyes, and I forgot to change it at the time. I'm going to edit the last chapter, and sky-blue is the correct color, to eliminate any confusion.

He pulled out a sword, golden as her hair, and gleaming so brightly it was nearly blinding. He sheathed it in a rather plain looked sheath that was perfectly nice but was a sharp contrast with the brilliant sword, and handed it to her. Hethena gulped, then opened her mouth.

"I'm sorry, but I don't know how.."

"You will learn" Replied the King of Arda

Then he waved his hand and Hethena found herself back at the square, and found everyone already preparing to leave. Hethena quickly found her mother and helped her pack, but she said nothing about what had just happened. Hethena was little more then an observer. She watched in horror as the ships were stolen, and in even more horror as they were burned. (Luckily, her mother managed to prevent her from seeing the kin slaying)

Feanor wished her to go with him. He cared not about the others who did not follow him, but thought that this child was far too beautiful to die. However, her mother refused to part with her. He realized that, since Fingolfin's company was bigger then his own, he would have to let her stay. However, he vowed that, even if it was in the halls of Mandos, she would be his someday.

He had some reason to feel this way, for on this journey, she changed from an Elfling into an Elf maiden. Her hair and eyes began to turn yet more gorgeous, so that she outshone even her mother by far. She developed a figure that would make even that most hard-hearted of elf-men look twice. However, she had chosen a bad time. She was only just beginning to get used to her new body when a new challenge arose: The crossing of the ice.

Although she did not like Feanor, she was as surprised as anyone when she saw the ships that should have born them to Middle Earth burning. Even near the beginning of the crossing of the ice, she felt that the cold would near consume her. Although Elves did not feel most cold, this was a bone chilling cold that affected all. The youngest, whose cold immunity was not yet fully developed, felt it most. Hethena was not the youngest to attempt the crossing of the ice; she was the youngest to survive it. This was not because she was especially strong; that would come later. It was mainly because her mother and uncles were leaders; they could sometimes get her things that others cold not have, such as an extra blanket. Even so, the crossing nearly destroyed her. By the end of it, her legs were nearly frozen, and if it had gone on any longer they would have had to be removed. The crossing had a lasting effect on her. Her elven immunity to cold was gone.