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Twenty Four years later
T.A the Year.30
-Gandalf
I walk into Imladris to find Elrond and Arindil, determined to test her in magic. I walk past a training yard and see a young elven girl sparing with Glorfindel. As I watch, she falls to the ground and Glorfindel puts his practice sword to her throat.
"And that's your head." He says cooly.
"Well this is supposed to be practice, not an actual fight," The girl smirks.
"But you must always fight like your life depends on it, because one day it might." Glorfindel says coldly, a look of loathing on his face.
The girl sighs angrily, "Well, I am done for today, your attitude seems to be returning." Then storms away in my direction giving me full veiw of her forest green and orange eye with a black slit. Muttering angrily under her breath as she walks past me. I walk past her to find lord Elrond, to tell him what I am planning on doing.
I find Elrond in the Library, with his wife and tell them my plan.
"NO, You will not take her with you wandering across middle earth. That is a very bad idea." Elrond shouts angrily while Celebrian seems intrigued by the idea.
"Now, elrond, we still have to see if she can use magic, after that we should let her chose whether or not she wants to go or not." Celebrian says calmly putting her hand on Elrond's arm.
Elrond anger dissipates and he sighs in defeat, "I guess we should summon her here."
"No need, I will bring her here myself." Celebrian says smiling as she leaves the room.
-Arindil (Finally right)
I sit in my bathing room relaxing in the warm water, trying to get my anger to dissipate, Glorfindel made me so frustrated, he never gives me a break and for some reason seems to dislike me.
"It is probably because of my curse" I think out loud. I am just about to sink further into my bath when I hear a knock at my door.
"GO AWAY," I growl putting my hands in my face not feeling like being social. I then hear the opening of my door and I internally groan, then I hear my Mother's voice.
"Arindil your father and I want you in the library, we have to talk with you about something." She tells me through the door.
I sigh then get out of the water and put on a robe and walk over to my closet which is filled with tunics and leggings. As I get dressed I think about the whisperings that I probably wasn't supposed to hear, about how i am going to end up attracting trouble like my actual mother.
I ponder on what they were talking about as I make my way to the library. I mentally prepare myself, because if father has summoned me this early in the day I am in serious trouble.
I breath in and then out, then walk into the library. Inside the room stand my mother and father, who are talking with an older man in gray robes.
"What is it father, mother." I ask wondering what was going on.
"Well Mithrandir is here to test to see if you would have the capability to wield magic like him." Father says looking at the ground, not seeming happy.
"Why would I be able to wield magic like Mithrandir, How would I be able to use magic?" I question becoming confused.
"It is just something we want to check Arindil," My mother intercedes quickly, making me think (not for the first time) that something is being hidden from me.
"Well why not, test away Mithrandir," I say bowing.
Mithrandir smiles then puts his hand forward and mutters words in a language that is unfamiliar to me, which is very weird, because i understand elvish, dwarvish, common, the language of rohan, and the languages of Rhûn and Harad. My body started glowing briefly, then the glow faded.
"She can use magic," Mithrandir says, a look of triumph in his eyes.
"You now have a choice Arindil, the first one is that you stay here and continue to live your life as it is or you go with Mithrandir and learn to use magic." My father tells me a look of sadness in his eyes.
I don't even hesitate, "I'll go, I want to learn, it is better than living with people who seem to loath you."
"Loath you?" Mithrandir asks confused
"I have been here for twenty-four years, I have met only three people who have not loathed me in my entire life, mom dad and you. So when do we leave Mithrandir?" I say.
"As soon as you are packed, and pease call me Gandalf." Gandalf says smiling.
As I leave I see the crestfallen face of my father, and see my mother go to him, and as I walk away, I feel a twinge of regret, but then I shake it away, I loved them but I couldn't stay here not with everyone talking behind my back. I turn the corner to see Glorfindel talking with some other elves, there conversation stops as I walk past them, as i turn the corner again I hear their conversation start up again. I walk into my room and grab a few sets of cloths and stuff them into a pack. I grab a cloak and put it on my shoulders. After I finish, I head to the armory and grab a sword and a bow with a quiver of arrows. As I leave the armory I see Gandalf waiting at the stables with my parents conversing. As I come over they stop talking as I come over, which again makes me think that they are hiding something from me.
"I will not pretend to approve of this but I wish you luck on your journey, please come home safely." Father tells me putting his hand on my shoulder.
"I will be, and I will come back." I say as I hug the both of them and then go into the stables, several tears making their way down my face. I stepped up onto my horse and started forward, Gandalf got onto his and then rode out of Imladris. Part of me was happy to leave, leave all of the hatred behind. But another part of me was depressed, depressed about leaving my childhood home and adoptive parents.
We ride east through the misty mountains, talking all the way, when night falls we make camp in a cave. We start a fire and make dinner. While we are eating I notice Gandalf's eyes keep wandering to my orange one.
"Wondering why my eye is like this mithra- Gandalf?" I ask with a small grin on my face.
The question seemed to take him off guard.
"Well I-" He began but I cut him off.
"Father told me that it was a curse given to me when I was a baby by the same creature that killed my real parents," I say to him looking at his expression finding surprise and surprisingly for me a look that told me he was expecting something else.
The look quickly disappeared then he immediately changed the subject
"How are you at learning new languages?" He enquires.
"I need a couple months but then I can learn the language. But I might already know it, what is the language you speak of?" I say to him leaning back against the cave walls.
Gandalf smiles and rummages in his pack and pulls out a book and hands it to me. I look at the cover and it seems to be a book on how to speak the language of magic. I look at him then say, "I will start reading this first thing in the morning.
A/N: Now is the part where I will time skip a bit
Three years later
T.A. The Year 33
It has been three years since Gandalf has started teaching me, we have mostly stayed in the wild. But when we do go into towns and such I make sure no one sees my eyes, people get so unnerved at the sight of them that it is bluntly distracting. I am still nowhere near proficient with magic, I am a bit disappointed, but I am not all powerful, I am simply a person trying to understand arts far older than myself. But right now Gandalf is taking me to Lothlorien, to visit the lady Galadriel and lord Celeborn for the Gates of Summer Festival(A/N: Yes this is a festival I looked it up) it is a festival to celebrate the coming of summer, and it is said to be magnificent in Lothlorien. As Gandalf and me ride into the forest, i feel like we are being watched, I then hiss at him, "We are being watched, have been since we entered the forest."
"Now, now that is probably just the guardians of the border," Gandalf assures me.
"I hope so, I wouldn't want to have to save your life again now would I?" I ask giving him a smirk.
"If you are referring to that incident with the wargs, I had everything under control," He tells me looking sheepish.
"Well, I am going to let them know that we know they are there." I tell him, the turning around say, "Well we know you are following us, so why don't one of you come down here and show us the way to Caras Galathorn, we want to make it in time for the festival."
An elf drops down from the trees and walks over to us, then seeing Gandalf greets him then greets me, "I am Haldir (A/N: I checked for Haldir's DoB and found none so I am just going with it.) I will lead you to Caras Galathorn, Mithrandir and-"
He then looks at me as if asking for my name and I then answer, "Arindil Leonáré (Leo-na-re (means Shadow Flame)) the adopted daughter of Elrond Half-Elven."
Haldir looks at me curiously, then leads us on through the forest, we get there as night falls. Haldir and Galadriel were the only people who were kind to me at the festival, and when Gandalf and I left the party to sleep, I was relieved.
That night though i couldn't sleep so I went to the Galadhrim's training grounds. When i got there i saw only two people there, one was Haldir, the other was an elf maid my age, with long blond hair and forest green eyes, They both looked up as I came to the training ground, I looked at them then went over to the dummies and began slicing them apart. I saw the girl leave, giving me a stare of loathing before she left. As I finished dismembering a dummy, I feel a tap on my shoulder. I turn around and standing there is Haldir, smiling. "Fancy a spar?" He asks.
"It would be my pleasure," I tell him as we grab training blades and get into our positions. I found him challenging as an opponent, by the end of our spar we were both exhausted, he eventually won we both shook each other's hand and when our separate directions.
The next morning we left Lothlorien and I didn't return for a very long time.
967 years later
T.A. The Year 1000
I was finally finished, I wasn't powerful on any scale, but I could use magic and it worked for me, I don't need the power. Gandalf and me were heading back to Rivendell, we had just stopped for the night. I took out my pipe and some tobacco as did Gandalf. I lit the tobacco and started puffing out smoke.
"How do you think they will react when you return?" Gandalf asks me
"Well I know there is going to be some yelling, I haven't been back since the day I left. I think that after that everyone from here to Valanor will be trembling in their boots." I say, and this draws chuckles from both of us. We finish smoking and rest for the night.
As I get up I feel apprehensive knowing the storm that I am about to walk into. As we ride into Rivendell my nerves were killing me. Unfortunately the first face I saw when I came into Rivendell was Glorfindel he was training with a couple of elves with long black hair, they appeared to be twins. There fighting stopped as they turned to see us come into Rivendell.
I take my horse to the stable, but Gandalf stayed on his horse.
"So this is goodbye for now Arindil," Gandalf tells me, "It was an honor being your teacher, and friend, farewell."
"Farewell," I say smiling as Gandalf rides off. I shoulder my pack and walk out of the stables, I see glorfindel looking at me with a look of confusion, remembering that i still had my cloak on a walked past him without getting a look of loathing. His hand grabs my shoulder, "Who are you?" He asks looking confused.
"I am surprised that you could have forgotten me so easily, Glorfindel," I turn around and take off my hood and then smirk as he jumps back, "Miss me?" I ask.
"Oh so you have returned," Glorfindel sneers.
"Who are you," One of the raven haired twins asks.
I turn around and call over my shoulder, "I am Arindil Leonáré, I'll probably see you around, Glorfindel do you know where my father is at this moment."
"He is probably in his quarters," Glorfindel coldly tells me.
"Much appreciated," I tell him as I leave the courtyard and head to my father and mother's rooms, stopping at my room to throw my stuff in, disturbing a very thick layer of dust. I then walk to my parent's room, and brace myself before knocking on the door.
"Come in," Father's voice comes from within
Opening the door I say, "Almost one-thousand years gone and this place still looks the same as before."
I see three people in the room, Father, mother, and an elf-maid who looks like mother and father.
"Arindil!" Father and Mother cry as I am engulfed in hugs.
"DON'T EVER DO THAT AGAIN," My father began yelling, "WE DIDN'T EVEN KNOW IF YOU WERE ALIVE, IF YOU EVER DISAPPEAR LIKE THAT AGAIN..."
"I get the idea." I interrupt trying to head him off before he gathers steam
"Father who is this," The other elf asks
"Arwen this is your adoptive sister Arindil Leonáré, Arindil this is your sister Arwen Undómiel." Mother introduces
"It is good to meet you Arwen." I say and go embrace her. After we break apart, I turn to my parents, "Any more siblings that I should know about."
"Well there are the twins, Elladan and Elrohir." Father tells me.
"I have meet them, but father there is something that i want you to teach me, the arts of healing, Gandalf skipped over that, saying that you were the master of that art." I tell him
"Well, then we shall begin, tomorrow," Father says to me, with a look of pride on his face.
1941 years later
T.A. the Year 2941 (When The Hobbit Happens)
The past 2000 years have been rather pleasant I have been learning much about the healing arts. Haldir has visited several times and he has earned my trust. Elladan and I have gotten close, very close. He has earned my trust and love, a feeling that is mutual. Arwen is a kind sister and caring, but she left for Lothlorien, I hope they do not turn her against me. Elrohir has been distant and rather cold to me, Glorfindel must have gotten to him. Gandalf comes to visit every so often, coming and going as he chooses, but he does bring me pipe weed from the Shire, which is very good.
A good man named Arathorn the descendant of Isildur died and his wife died soon after she had her child Aragorn, whom father is keeping his lineage a secret, renaming him Estil until he is older . This doesn't sit well with me, I believe that a person should know what their lineage is.
I was sitting with Elladan when Gandalf comes into rivendell with a group of dwarves and a Hobbit. I walk over to him, " What are you concocting this time old man" I call to him
He turns around and hugs me "Arindil I need to talk to your father with you." He tells me.
"He is in the library I will take you there." I recognize a dwarf in the crowd of dwarves, "Welcome Thorin son of Thrain, to rivendell."
"I do not remember making your acquaintance," Thorin says to me suspiciously
"You have your grandfather's bearing, I met Thror when he was king under the mountain." I tell him then Gandalf pulls me away from the crowd.
"Let me guess you are going to help them reclaim Erabor?" I tell him while we are walking.
"Well yes, but there is something that you need to know and Your father will need to tell you, before I do." Gandalf says as we enter the library, leaving me confused.
Father sees us then greets Gandalf, who the says to father, "Tell her Elrond, tell her or I will."
Father's face drops into sadness.
"Ok what is it that you want to tell me, seriously you two are scaring me." I say looking at the two of them.
"It is the reason why you have two different colored eyes, and why you can use magic. You remember the story we told you when you were a child."
"Yes, but what does that have to do with anything," I ask feeling scared and a bit mistrustful.
"The story, it was a lie, your mother was a Noldar elf, but your father wasn't." Father tells me bowing his head.
"If my father wasn't an elf than what was he?"
"He… he is Sauron the deceiver."
I feel a sudden wave of disbelief, but then I see the look in both their eyes, they aren't lying. A wave of betrayal and anger sweeps over me.
"You both knew this for three thousand years and you kept it from me. You had no right…. I can't trust either of you anymore." I say as I run out of the library, tears flowing down my cheeks. I pass Elladan and he then begins to follow me asking me what is wrong.
I go into my room and begin packing my pack.
"Arindil what are you doing?" He asks me
"I am leaving, they have been lying to me for my entire life. They lied about who my father was he wasn't an elf, he wasn't even a person, he was a monster, he was the deceiver." I say sobbing as I finish packing and I push by him, grabbing a map of Middle Earth on my way out. I run to the armory past little Estil, who looks confused. I grab a sword, a pair of daggers, and a bow and a couple quivers Elladan reaches the armory as I slip out the back. He catches up with me as I am saddling up my horse.
"You can't leave, we all need you here." He tells me.
"Really, only eight people have ever been able to stand me, and four of them are not here, two I cannot trust anymore, and the last is a child." I tell him say as I put my quivers on the horse.
"Then stay for me, Arindil, I love you, stay with me, or let me come with you." He tells me. I turn around and then kiss him, after I break away, I put a temporary immobilisation spell on him.
"I am sorry Elladan, I need time to think over this, and I need to do it alone." I kiss him on the forehead then mount my horse, as I exit the stable I see my adopted father and Gandalf coming out to the courtyard.
"Arindil!" They both shout.
"Run, Nimrizor, run," I tell my horse and race out of Rivendell, leaving behind the two men I once considered father's and the love of my life. I ride west for several leagues, then ride north, I plan on losing myself in the wild.
60 years later
T.A. the Year 3001
I block a two handed blow that would have taken off of my head. Orcs are getting a bit tedious these days, especially in groups, there is seven attacking me right now and my luck seems to be holding. I strike out killing an orc, but then I pull my sword back and see that it is notched, I curse and draw my daggers, slashing and hacking. When there are two left my luck runs out. I block a strike from both of them when one grabs a dagger from its belt as stabs me in the side. I fall to my knees in pain. I hear a yell of challenge from behind me and the orcs charge my rescuer. I hear the orcs die as i fall to the ground, as my vision darkens I see a face that i thought was long dead.
"Arathorn?" I ask as my vision fades to black.
I come too in a soft bed, "Where am I?" I ask, my vision fuzzy.
"You are home Arindil," The voice of my love answers me.
I jerk up, my vision clearing up, realizing that I am in my room in Rivendell.
"Don't ever do that again, or you will not live to see another day." Elladan says and kisses me.
"I cannot stay here," I say to him
"Well, I can't say that I didn't see this coming, which is why I have asked Aragorn if you could join his rangers." Elladan tells me
"And I have decided to allow you to join." a voice tells me from the door
Standing there is almost the spitting image of Arathorn, I now realise that it is Aragorn.
"I would be honored," I tell him.
I leave rivendell again that night.
There we go, since the amount of people who liked this was so great i gave a longer chapter. The next chapter will show the beginning of fellowship of the ring. As before please review, follow, and/or favorite.
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