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Hi everyone and welcome! This story will have a slow build up to the events of the movies, but some key events do happen in these character and relationship building chapters. I have written the first 17 chapters and am now happy to begin writing about the events of the fellowship. I hope you can read through! This character is by no means a Mary-Sue, she does have her flaws and does not always get her way. I hope you enjoy this story and any feedback is appreciated. I know my writing isn't perfect and this is not the best there is out there, but I do enjoy writing this so I hope some of you will enjoy reading it, too!

Prologue

Abryanna watched her and her husband's kingdom with weary and tired eyes. Each passing day she grew more restless, for her dreams became more detailed and vivid each night. Though she could not call them dreams really; or even nightmares. And this was what she dreaded – were her dreams really the dreams? Or were they messages? Were all these people doomed? Her brows furrowed as her striking blue eyes came upon a little girl running through the market. Abryanna wished she could smile at her daughter and her carefree spirit, though she could not. A sigh escaped her lips as her husband laid a hand on her shoulder. He too shared her worries and thoughts.

Their people had lived in peace with the dragons behind the grey mountains for many winters. After the War of Wrath many dragons sought shelter and peace. Although they were created by evil, dragons proved the ability to be kind and gentle.

Yet a great evil was drawing closer and all they could do was await their doom.

"She cannot remain her, Aaric." Abryanna whispered, her eyes remaining on the red-headed girl.

Aaric's frown deepened as he turned to watch his Queen's face carefully. "I do not follow…" he drifted off, shaking his head lightly. Their daughter was their flesh and blood, their most precious treasure. Part of Aaric wanted to be mad at his wife for no one should ever want their child to be without them. Yet he knew that she was aware of things that he was not.

"I was awoken by a messenger of the Valar. He provided me with the answers we have been so desperately looking for…" now it was Abryanna's turn to face her loved one. Her eyes searched his brown ones and a sigh escaped her lips again, "There is a prophecy, my dear. I am sure you have noticed yourself that Emdiril is not like the other children-"

"Aye. She is special. Like her mother" The king's eyes seemed to glow with pride, and though dark times were coming, he could not help the gentle smile that tugged at his lips.

"Yes…" Abryanna now fully turned towards her life-partner, laying her hands on his chest, desperate for support. The king wrapped his arms around her waist, not tearing his eyes away from hers. Tears were dwelling in her sky-like eyes as she continued, "she ages slower. She has a big and gentle heart and she can lighten the mood anywhere she goes. Our daughter is loved by everyone in this kingdom. And yet those aren't her only abilities. My love, she is gifted. There are only a few others like her. I have foreseen the things she will learn… I saw her create fire with just her hands, I saw her move water with her movement-"

"What is this nonsense you speak of woman?!" Aaric scoffed and stepped back from their embrace, his thick and bushy brows furrowed in a frown.

"You must listen if you wish to understand."

"You mean to tell me that my daughter is a witch?!" he shouted at her. The king acted on impulse and fear and turned away from the woman he had loved for many years. "She cannot possibly be! I am her father and you are her mother. Therefore, she is just like any other of our kin, like any other human!" he slammed his fist against their dining table, making Abryanna internally jump. She knew her husband well, she knew that he would not accept this. Aaric would not listen, even if it was for his own good. The brunette also knew that he was rambling more so to convince himself, than any other. The great king of Waterfall City was now leaning heavily on the table, his head hung low and his shoulders were tense. Abryanna breathed in heavily before approaching Aaric, wrapping her arms around his waist and leaning her head on his back.

"Three children bestowed with great gifts. Three children sent by the Valar to battle against great evil. They shall age and possess immortality like elves and have appearance like men. Three children of Earth." She repeated the words the messenger had spoken to her in her dreams. Aaric merely nodded, accepting her words. His heart was breaking, but he knew Abryanna would not lie about this. And he had seen it with his own eyes. They have watched over Emdiril for many winters, yet she was still the form of a child. However the princess proved to be more intelligent than most men Aaric knew.

"I have written Lord Elrond," the brunette woman stated. "The Valar have told me what was to become of this kingdom. I do not wish for her to be here when our city will fail. I want her to fulfil her destiny and fight against evil. She can train with the elves. I wish for her to live with them, as they will age the same as her. She will become one of them."

"Aye…" And so it was settled. The king turned around to face his wife once more. She only wanted what was best for their daughter. They both did.