First off, I am sorry to say that I am deleting the story Ayra, the Story of an Elf Maiden, and I really must thank again Navaer Lalaith for pointing out all my plot mistakes for that story along with the Elven culture grammers and general Lord of the Rings fact mistakes. I must also thank her for the name of one of my characters, Lamenon, and for all the info she put on her website. I am hoping this will be a better story than the last one.

Chapter One

Remembrance

"Ada! Naneth!" The young Elf cried out, searching her unfamiliar surrounds for any sign of her parents or any other sign of life, but no one answered her call.

Her pointed ears pricked as she heard loud grumbling noises and growling. She hurridly ducked behind a thick tree as a group of Orcs came around a bend. Her grey eyes closed in fear as she pushed closer to a tree and buried her face in its rough bark.

Angry shouts and the ringing of steel carried over to the young Elf a few minutes later about a hundred yards from the tree but after a few moments she heard trampling feet run past followed by the soft steps of Elves, who paused a few yards away.

She cautiously looked around the trunk and, seeing no sign of anymore Orcs other than the ones that lay dead, ran toward the group of Elves. One of them knelt down, sheathing his sword as he saw the young Elf run towards him, and gently picked her up as her arms wrapped around her neck and silvery tears caused by fear ran down her cheeks. The Elves turned back to the forest and she was carried into Mirkwood.

0000000000000000

Barawen awoke with a start and looked carefully around her chambers. She sighed deeply and got up, walking over to the mirror and quickly making two, thin, silvery-gold braids that framed her face.

The raven which had taken up residence in the Elf's chambers cooed sleepily and opened its small black eyes, It hopped off of the book shelf it had been using as a perch and fluttered out through an opening in the stone walls.

Barawen walked soundlessly to the door, pausing only to pick up her bow, quiver of arrows, and sword, and opened it. She was met by a golden-haired Elf with grey eyes like her own who had his slender hand raised to knock on the door.

"Mae govannen, Lamenon," Barawen said, smiling warmly at him as he quickly lowered his hand.

"Mae govannen," he replied, walking through the doorway.

Barawen sat gently down on her bed, smiling at him but having a look in her eyes that the other Elf didn't like.

"What is it?" Lamenon asked, sitting down beside her and wrapping his arm around her shoulders.

She leaned into his embrace and said quietly, "Every night the same dream runs through my mind."

"What?"

"Lamenon," Barawen said, getting to her feet and turning to face him gently, "I am not of Mirkwood."

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