(Notice: I do NOT own any Tolkien characters or places, I'm just a huge Tolkien/ LOTR fan, that writes to entertain myself and other fans casually.)
Blessed be that child.
Everyone at one point in their life will feel alone. Something will exist that separates them from the rest of life. Looking; fleeting by- are small images of times when we were able to turn to others.
When reality becomes too real, that it can become a fantasy of its own.
Its then, when it happens. Something within changes you. It's a power that in some can release unimaginable energy. What these powers are always remains a mystery before they are released because; with every single person, they are different; because they provide the powers that are needed to help the innocent affected.
Chapter 1 – Two lost spirits.
The recent years had been hard for Nerdanel. Ever since he created those silmarils, those cursed silmarils. He had created them to show the perfection of the two trees of the Valinor. Pouring all his skill into them Feanor became obsessed with them.
Ever since he had created them, life in Feanors family had become stale and full of sorrow, hatred and treachery; and all Nerdanel could do was watch and protect the family servants from getting involved with the stir-up these damned jewels had created. For her, they held no beauty. For Nerdanel they were a source of misfortune and evil deeds, and therefore Feanor started to become estranged from her. It took many years however, before the many events that would make the Feanorian family become a silent legend, actually took place.
In many desperate attempts Nerdanel tried to ease her husbands rage and obsessions to create something that could never be taken from him, like his mother was; a thing his family could not take away from him, like they did with his mother.
In the course of their long marriage, Nerdanel bore Feanor seven sons; however by the time the silmarils were created everyone's views turned to the misfortune they were beginning to create. That they became blind (perhaps for good cause) to the fact that Nerdanel was had two more children. Both different ages. The first one was another boy-in appearance he looked aplenty like Feanor, but in his temperament he echoed his mother, more then anyone could try to even act out. On the outside he tried to please his father and his other brothers, when he caught snatches of them, on the inside his spirit felt for his mother. Nerdanel called him Thranduil. He had deep fog grey eyes; it wasn't like a normal grey fog, it was more like the grey fog that covers the sea when it's calm and hit by some sorrow.
When Thranduil was 7 years of age, Nerdanel had another child- a little baby girl this time. With this she rejoiced in her heart. Her 9th child, her little treasured baby girl she called- Erestor. Erestor had bright flaming red hair, like her mother. Despite having her mother's looks, she had the determination of her father. To Nerdanel's relive she had the tenderness of her grandfather Finwe.
Both children had freckle tainted faces that shone brightly in the sun and their smiles manage to lighten the mood of any dampened situation.
For a short time Nerdanel manage to feel the same feeling of love and joy, when she first started her family. She tried to care for Thranduil and Erestor as tenderly as she could. As she sang for them, she found soon that both sang back with the most soothing, powerful and stunning voices that ever graced the whole earth. Both small children saw little of their father or older brothers; for this Nerdanel wasn't to over grieved. She tried hard to tell them stories and tales about their older siblings and father, when they accountable as virtuous heroes; when they didn't become addicted with the silmarils.
By the time Thranduil was eleven years of age and Erestor was three years of age, the silmarils managed had begun to take hold of the elvish world in Valinor. A storm was brewing, Nerdanel could feel it. The seconds Feanor and his sons took the oath of Feanor; Nerdanel was griped by a terrible fear. At the time she was in her bedroom making the bed, the windows blew open from a gust of wind that Nerdanel knew was bringing the message of the end of her family line. Throughout the short years that Nerdanel raised her two hopes-as she called them, a feeling inside her never left her. The feeling that these days of peace will soon end- much to Feanors making. Therefore she kept them secret from most elves. Only a handful of people knew about them. One of them was Nerdanels best friend and adoptive brother Celeborn. Both felt the same fear for the two young children.
When Feanor raised the elves of Valinor to join his personal war to retrieve the lost silmarils, Celeborn was in Doriath. No matter how far he was away though, he felt at that point and time that a milestone in the history of the earth was about to set in motion.
A young servant girl called Nenanil, brought Nerdanel the news of what Feanor and his sons had done; and that in turn the streets were starting to become a war ground. Elves suddenly were starting to retaliate, and the elves that didn't join in, were fighting the ones that had taken the course that Feanor presented them. At these news Nerdanel rushed to find the two little ones. She found them playing in the gardens with their nurse. At that exact moment Nerdanel heard screams.
"They are coming!" Cried Nenanil out of the bedroom window, that over looked the garden.