Prologue II

The Daughters of Elrandír Feiredhel


Third Age April 9th, 3001, The Path of the Hidden Valley

Heavy breaths came upon the mother as she rode her horse with her two daughters sitting on her lap. Arrows flying all around them, they passed over their heads missing every turn. The young daughter who held her newborn sister in her arms had tears flowing down from her face. Fear was in her heart, fear about the safety of her mother and sister. Wargs began to catch up to them and the Orcs were getting closer and closer.

"Don't look back dohtor!", The mother warned her as another arrow passed. More tears came upon her face and as another arrow flew, it hit the mother's back. The daughter took the reigns as she still held onto her baby sister. She saw her mother hit the ground and a cry came from her little voice, "Mama!"

There was no point to return, the young girl had to push forward and pray that someone- anybody would stop the Orcs from attacking. And as she prayed and prayed, a group of elves came and attacked the Orcs. Adrenaline was still in the young girl's veins and kept the horse running and running until two armored Rivendell elves surrounded the girl's horse and forced it to stop.

"Woah! Woah! There" One elf spoke out, "You are safe-"

"Naneth! Naneth!" The girl cried in Sindarin, "Buar-nin an tiro an naneth-nin!"

This surprised the two identical elves when a young daughter of men spoke in their native tongue. However, the elf replied back, "Innasm trio an nanethel, ach dhir boe anya Imladris. Naband an nethel a dhir." But the elf's words did not calm the young girl for she was still shaken, "I want mama!"

"Elladan" The other elf spoke, "This isn't going anywhere, the girl and her sister must go to Rivendell at once! I am not too sure if we have slain all the Orcs"

"I know Elrohir" Elladan replied, "I must find the mother, I do not want to trouble the girl's heart anymore" Elrohir nodded, "Understood, I will take the daughters to Rivendell and if you find the mother" Elrohir then gotten off his horse and sat behind the girl and the baby on their horse, "When you find their mother, take her immediately to Rivendell. Glorfindel's scout will investigate the Orcs"

Elladan nodded, "I will, farewell brother"

After Elladan spoke, Elrohir trotted off to Rivendell and both of the brothers went their separate ways. As they traveled, the girl was still shaken, however, she grew quiet and this worried Elrohir. Elrohir looked down at the golden-haired girl and ask gently, "What is your name?"

"Lúthelen" The young girl replied in a whisper. Elrohir gave a small smile to the young girl, "A very beautiful name-"

"It means 'enchanting stars' in Sindarin"

A chuckle came upon Elrohir's lips, "It certainly does" He continued as he looked down at the newborn, "What is your sister's name?"

"Silivriel" Lúthelen continued, "I got to name my sister that-" Right after she spoke, she looked upon the hidden city of Imladris and she was struck by the beauty and wonder, "Mimíre…"

Quenya, another language that shocked Elrohir. He began to wonder where Lúthelen learned these languages- these elven languages. He never thought that a child of man would have the knowledge of such languages… As they approached the gates of Imladris, Arwen Evenstar came to her elder brother and began to worry, "Elrohir" She spoke, "Where did you get these children?"

"They were being chased by orcs on our border" Elrohir spoke as he got off the horse and gently took Lúthelen and Silivriel off of the stallion, "Elladan is trying to find their mother… But Orcs on our borders? I worry about these lands Arwen-"

Arwen stopped Elrohir, "Let us focus on the children and their mother" Arwen then saw a very tired Lúthelen holding the newborn in her arms, "My dear" Arwen looked at Lúthelen, "May I hold your little sister?" With hesitation, Lúthelen nodded and slowly gave Arwen her sister.

"Please don't drop her" Lúthelen spoke, "I almost dropped her yesterday…Ada and naneth were not too happy about that" This made Arwen and Elrohir chuckle. "Do not worry" Arwen spoke as she held Silivriel in one arm and holding Lúthelen's hand in another, "She will not fall"

As Arwen guided Lúthelen into the halls of Imladris, Arwen asked of her name and Lúthelen answered. "Lúthelen" Arwen repeated her name, "That is a very beautiful name, it resemblance to the name of Lúthien Tinúviel." Lúthelen nodded, "My ada told me about her! He told me that I am related to her!"

Arwen was surprised by the statement, along with Elrohir who walked behind them in their company. "Really?" Arwen asked curiously, "How so, my child?"

"Well, my haruni was the indyo of Tinúviel." The innocent child explained, "Ada told me that my haruni's name is Elwing-"

A silence came upon Arwen and Elrohir as they looked each other in shock. They never expected to hear their grandmother's name in the little girl's words. 'How could this be?' The two elves asked themselves. As they were in deep thought, a horn blew in the distance and three of the heads turned and saw the company of elves trotting towards Rivendell. As Lúthelen watched and observed the elven guards, she saw long flowing hair and realized who it was. "Naneth!" Lúthelen cried out loud as she released Arwen's hand from her grasp.

Lúthelen ran as fast as she could to see her mother. But as her little legs ran, a ranger stopped her, "Be still, child" He calmly spoke, "Your mother is gravely hurt-" Lúthelen resisted and pushed the ranger, however, he held her back, "Child, please!"

Then in the corner of her eye, she saw another familiar face. His face was tired and many fresh scars were on his cheeks and neck. His dark swayed within the wind and his body was weak. It broke Lúthelen's heart even more and with all her might, she pushed the ranger's arm away and ran towards the mortal-elf.

"Ada!" She cried. The ranger ran for Lúthelen and towards her father who fell off his noble steed. Lúthelen stopped in her tracks and was horrified, she saw many arrows in his back and the blood trickled down to the floor. Elladan rushed towards Lúthelen and saw the face of her father, he looked at him twice as he thought he was looking at his own father. But Elladan knew that this mortal-elf was not his father, and his eyes widen, "Uncle!"

Here, on the floor of Rivendell, was Elrandír son of Eärendil. The youngest triplet brother of Elrond Half-Elven and Elros Tar-Minyatur. As the ranger plucked out each arrow from Elrandír's back, he slowly looked up and saw his nephew and daughter. A broken smile came upon his face and looked at Elladan first, "My nephew, it has been many moons..." Then he looked at his daughter, "Hîn-nin, you are untouched... I am happy..."

"Elrandír!" Elrond ran towards his brother with fear in his eyes. Lúthelen was stunned by the appearance of Elrond, for she did not expect someone of her father's likeness. Elrond held Elrandír, "My brother, what have they done to you?"

Elrandír replied, "They ambushed us as we made our way to you" He continued with his broken voice, "Please, take care of my wife and children-"

"Elrandír! I can heal you!-"

"No Elrond, my time has come. I can see the Halls of Mandos and I can hear Elros' voice calling" Elrandír held his brother's hand, "I am glad to be here with you." As Lúthelen listened to her father's voice, she knew that this was the last time she will ever see her beloved father. Lúthelen walked towards her father with tears in her eyes and Elrandír took notice, "My daughter" He took her hand, "Please, do not cry"

But Lúthelen could not stop crying, his broken and soft voice pained her heart. Elrandír sighed, "We will never be apart... We both share the same heart, we are bounded... I will never leave you" Lúthelen then kissed her father's cheek and tasted the bitterness of his blood, "I love you ada" With those final words Lúthelen spoke to her father, he took his final breaths and Lúthelen shed no more tears.

In those days, a funeral of Elrandír was taken place in the House of Elrond and Lúthelen was numb over the loss of her father. Her mother, however, recovered from her wounds and awoken from her sleep after that terrible day. Her mother, Elfdís, drove herself in complete madness from the loss of her husband. And within a year, Elfdís was found in a pound and was in eternal sleep. Elrond watched over his nieces and loved them as if they were his own children.

Lúthelen grew into a beautiful young woman, her hair was long and golden and her eyes were grey like Arwen Evenstar. Many had mistaken Lúthelen as an elf for her beauty was nothing like a daughter of man. According to Glorfindel, she resembled the likeness of Idril Celebrindal though her eyes were of the House of Thingol. And her skin was as white as snow, many elves believe that she was touched by the grace of the Eldar even though she was born mortal. Lúthelen became wise in her own ways and the art of music was beloved to her. She mastered the harp and flute and was known for her talent in dancing. Though she was taught to be a lady, she was trained in the arts of swordplay by her cousins: Elrohir and Elladan. She was described by many both beautiful and dangerous.

As for Silivriel, she never remembered who her mother and father was other than her uncle, Lord Elrond, being brothers with her father. And as the young maiden grew, she became as beautiful as her sister- though in a different way. She became tall and fair, and others have mistaken her for an elf as well. Her hair became long and straight. However, her hair became notable lighter than gold and looked almost white. And her eyes were not grey like her elder sister, but they were Rohirrim blue. Though her hair was paler than any daughter of man, her face resembled her mixed heritage of the Rohirrim and the Eldar. Freckles lightly covered her cheeks and her skin was lightly sunkissed. Silivriel became wise, wiser than some of the elves of Middle-Earth. She yearned for learning and was skilled in many things. She succeeded in archery, elven weaving, blacksmithing, and most notably: healing. Silivriel was, by far, the most talented healer of her age and race.

But as time grew and the two mortal sisters matured, they were counted as more elven than their mortal counterparts.


Third Age October 20th, 3018, Rivendell

Silivriel weaved and weaved her tapestry and Lúthelen sat beside her and helped. The tapestry was their family tree from Elu Thingol and Finwë all the way to Lúthelen and Silivriel. It was very beautiful with colors of shimmering lilac and silver and each portrait of their predecessors was astonishing. However, Silivriel grew worried about their maternal line and wondered about their mother, "Lúthelen?" Silivriel spoke, "Do you know anyone from mother's family?"

Lúthelen sighed, "I'm afraid not..." She continued, "Though I do know where she came from"

This grew into Silivriel's curiosity, "You do?" And Lúthelen nodded, "She came from Rohan and lived in Edoras... I do not know much more than that..." Lúthelen looked at Silivriel and back at the tapestry, "Maybe one day we can visit Rohan and find mother's family-"

"If only Uncle Elrond can allow us to..."

"You know why we can't venture farther from Lothlórien or even to Erebor-"

"I know, I know" Silivriel replied, "Though, I desire to see other places. I would love to see Rohan, or even Gondor" The pale haired maiden put her head down, "I don't want to be stuck here for much longer." Lúthelen gave her younger sister a small smile and placed her hand on Silivriel's shoulder, "One day when there are no more orcs in the lands, we can see the world of men-"

Right when Lúthelen spoke, both the maidens heard many voices outside... Unfamiliar voices and this made both Silivriel and Lúthelen get up from their seats and run outside to see the commotion. And as they raced outside, they saw Aragorn, Arwen, Elrond, and four hobbits. However, one hobbit looked very sickly as if he was cast an evil spell over him. Silivriel worried and asked, "Is the halfling all right?"

Aragorn replied, "He's been stabbed by a Morgul blade." With that being said, Silivriel came to Elrond's side and helped him carry the halfling to the healing room. Lúthelen raised her brows with both fear and worry, "A Morgul blade? How can this be?"

Aragorn came to Lúthelen's side and whispered, "He carries Isildur's Bane and the Nazgul are hunting any who carries the ring" Lúthelen shivered in fear, "The halfling brings great danger, Aragorn" She continued, "It cannot stay here!"

"I cannot decide the fate of the ring" The ranger spoke, "There will be a counsel about the fate of Isildur's Bane" Lúthelen closed her eyes as she spoke with stress, "I pray that we will find a way to end this-"

As she opened her eyes she heard the voices of the other hobbits,

"Is she another elf?"

"I don't know Pip, I can't see her ears from here-"

This made Lúthelen chuckle and she made her way to the hobbits, "Welcome to Imladris" She continued, "You must be tired from your journey. Come, I will show you your beds and baths" As Lúthelen led the hobbits to their rooms, Lúthelen spotted from the corner of her eyes Aragorn and Arwen escaping from the courtyard and gave a small smile to them. Then, unexpectedly, one curious hobbit piped up, "Are you an elf?" He continued, "I mean you look like one and sound like one-"

"Pippin!" The other one exclaimed, "Don't be rude!-"

"What? I was just asking!"

Lúthelen laughed, "It's all right my friends" She continued, "To your answer, I am not an elf. I am a mortal woman."

"Really?" Pippin asked, "I thought only elves lived in these parts"

Lúthelen shook her head, "No, there are some who are welcomed by Lord Elrond to stay. I am not the only mortal who has been living within the walls of Rivendell."

When she gave the halflings their room, another hobbit looked up at Lúthelen and asked, "Will Mister Frodo be okay?"

Lúthelen looked at the hobbit and gave him a small smile, "I am sure" She continued, "He is in the best of care, my sister and Lord Elrond are the best healers of all of Middle-Earth... I'm sure your friend will be all right."

The hobbit sighed in relief, "That is good to hear" He then introduced himself, "I'm Samwise Gamgee, my lady"

"I am Lúthelen, it is a pleasure to meet you"

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Lady Lúthelen" Sam spoke as he head into his room, "Good night!"

"Good night, my friend"

And as Lúthelen left the hall of rooms, she made her way to the healing quarters and hoped Silivriel and Elrond were saving the hobbit who carried the One Ring...


+++ Okay! I hope you all liked my second prologue! I will put translations below soon! But until then, stay tuned for the first actual chapter of the story! +++