Disclaimer: As always, I don't own any of the Lord of the Rings characters/places/items. I do own Evangle (E-ven-jewel), please don't steal her. I have only read the Hobbit and the Lord of the Rings. All of my information was found by researching different Lord of the Rings sites. I'm sorry if anything is incorrect or off. Flames are welcomed since they keep my feet warm. Sue, but you won't get anything.

Author's Note: I deleted this chapter by accident while editing this fan fiction. I am going to attempt to re-write it from memory, but since I have not read it in a while, this may not go so well.


Evangle woke the next day to a cold drift flowing through her chambers. How empty the bed felt now that Sauron had passed. She got out of bed, bathed, and changed into some fresh clothes. Making her way slowly to the desk, she neatly settled herself in the seat. Evangle opened the drawer where she had placed her diary and took the book out. She twisted open a inkwell and dipped a slender quill into it. After tapping lightly on the side of the inkwell, to make sure there was no excess ink on the tip, Evangle began to write.

46 Coirë, 3019
Third Age

Before I go into my story concerning my husband, I should inform you of my past. I was born to Eärendil and Elwing in the Havens of Sirion the year 525 of the First Age. During the sack of Sirion, the Sons of Fëanor took my two brothers – Elrond and Elros – and me captive. We stayed there for a time, but one of the sons, Maglor, took pity and released us from captivity. We were finally rescued near a forest waterfall that my brother, Elrond, had been attracted to.

After our rescue, we all began to study various subjects. My brother, Elrond, and I were more attracted to lore and the arts, while Elros took a deep interest in politics. All of us were given lessons in etiquette, which I greatly despised, noting it as a waste of time. Elros would find it quite amusing when I would be told to set a formal place setting and constantly mixed up the forks and spoons. To this day, I have yet to get them right. I digress, though. My studies also included basic training in the sword and the bow and arrow. I failed in both subjects, but I had to learn self-defense. Since the last time I practiced archery I had nearly shot my instructor, it was decided I would focus on swordsmanship. I never truly excelled in my sword work with that instructor, but it was enough that I could hold my own, at least against a mere mortal.

In the year 583 of the First Age, the War of Wrath took place against Morgoth. I was not allowed to participate in the fighting; Elrond and Elros told me I was too young and too inexperienced to be of much good. For four years I was forced into the medical camps on the outskirts of battles, helping in any way I could. I was livid at my two brothers for forcing me out of the war, for not allowing me to fight. At the end of the war, in 587 of the First Age, Elrond, Elros, and I were given a choice, a choice that would affect the rest of our lives, a choice to live amongst Men or Elves. Elrond had chosen to stay with the Firstborn and dwell in Lindon, while Elros chose Men and was eventually known as the King of Númenor during its foundation in year 32 of the Second Age. I instantly chose the kin of Men. Elrond knew I was doing this out of spite and not out of serious thought. My two brothers held counsel with me, begging me to think on it a while and not to hastily chose. Agreeing, but only to appease them, I would spend the next hundred years living with Elros.

As much as I love my brothers, I was never truly happy while living in Númenor with Elros. I had many friends while dwelling amongst Men, but there was something missing. So when Elrond sent for me in the year 65 of the Second Age, I was ecstatic. The journey was a long one, sailing back east to Lindon, more commonly known as Ossiriand, then several weeks of riding to reach Lindon itself. When I arrived, I was greeted by Gil-galad, High King of the Noldor, and Elrond, my brother and now head adviser to Gil-galad. I had never been happier to see my brother. Elrond and I had shared a close bond growing up as children, even if I did dislike the advice he gave, and the bond was not weaken by the time and distance spent away from each other.

For the next four hundred and forty-eight years, I would dwell in Lindon with my brother. I had the liberty to do what I wanted, when I wanted. Even so, I did not have many friends. The elves in Lindon were all tall, graceful creatures compared to my slightly above average (in comparison to mortal men) height and somewhat awkward grace. While I held the beauty of my elven heritage, it was not the same as that as the Noldor around me. They seemed to shine with their alabaster skin and deep green and blue eyes; my skin was a light caramel color and my eyes a rich chocolate. These differences haunted me and I would often push away any of those who wished to become my friend. I was too afraid of what they would think of me, not realizing it was my own actions, not physical appearance, that kept them at bay.

On top of my self-imposed solitude, Elrond was pushing me to make my decision. While I had once wanted to live amongst Men, getting along far better with them than the elves, I greatly enjoyed the many hours I could spend reading and writing, singing, and playing. The decision was a hard one and I would stay awake at night, knowing I needed to decide soon.

One day, I made my choice. The day Sauron arrived in Lindon.

Evangle

Placing her quill back on the desk, Evangle cracked each of her long fingers, stopping for a moment to fondle the simple gold ring around her fourth finger on her left hand. A single tear made its way down her cheek, eventually falling onto the ring itself. Wiping the liquid from both her face and her ring, Evangle left her seat and made her way towards the kitchen.


Author's Note: I did a lot more research this time before writing this chapter. I know that it is different, much different, from what I had originally written. While it may not be the same as the previous version, I do hope it is a better version. shrugs Review with your opinion. I love reviews.