The Protector in the Shadow

*I'm glad the review of her past is going over well, but alas it 'tis not done yet! Hopefully it'll still be interesting, and that you'll enjoy it. Anyway, if you read my other story don't forget to vote on the poll. We'll be heading for a pretty chilling adventure soon in this story, and hopefully it'll be extremely interesting despite everything! Please enjoy this chapter my friends! I'm pretty excited about the things that'll be heating up. Hopefully the two oblivious lovers will realize soon, right? - Ze*

Disclaimer: Well, still don't own it, though I have been watching outtakes on LOTR and they are freaking hilarious! Fëa is mine, not touch. Much love, peace.

*Past*

*Present*

Chapter Eighteen: The Birth of a Demon

"Until the beast consumed him," She whispered her last part, her eyes glinting with sadness that she could not escape, "the beast killed my brother, for he was not worthy to bare the mark of my pack." She explained, falling out of story mode as the darkness continued to overtake them. Though the sun could be seen far off in the horizon.

"But that wasn't the worst of their worries."

Tension was rising in her story as her mind racked through the many happenings of her life. Her coming to be was much harsher than her brothers, she knew that they would likely be expecting such gentleness from her birth, and during time she just turned to shadow. She couldn't be honest enough with how wrong they were. The hope that was on their faces soon would vanish, just as the darkness that still shrouded their camp would. She almost wanted to drop the story there, but Legolas had asked of her origin not of her lost brother's.

"Most of you know the story, of the peaceful birth of a demon correct? Well such legends are wrong, they are dead wrong. Alidre went mad from the sudden loss of his son, he shrouded himself in the darkness of the world, and his wife feared that if he were really an elf he would fade. Sure the pain was something his Elven side soon could live with, but his Wolven side was far to rogue in its ways. It snapped, and one day the peace between the lovers broke like a dropped bowl made from glass. It was a terrifying sight the day that Alidre finally lost his mind on his wife. He hadn't meant to of course, but no matter how much he claimed he hadn't wanted to hurt her, the damage was still done, and the pain still inflicted."

"What did he do to her?" Pippin asked with a shocked expression, his voice breaking her out of her ravine.

She sat quietly for a moment. Before looking to Pippin with a mournful expression. "Something a man should never do… in any case, but importantly not the woman you are wedded to," She explained cautiously her eyes moving across the men with careful, serious eyes. Not blinking more than once the entire time. She returned to the story with the explanation.

"He defiled her, betrayed her, and forced her into bedding with him. Violently, harshly, and coldly he took her. Betraying any trust they once had. Though never once did his loyal wife blame him, and never once did she hate him for the horrendous act he had committed. She didn't blame him for the breaking of her heart, for that had started long before she had met the man. Jaraera wept for days, locking herself away from her husband, her father, and her people. It was a horrible time for the people of Gondolin, and it got even worse when the woman came to the knowledge that she had been impregnated. She felt dirty, yet she let no one knew of how badly it killed her. The pregnancy was nothing like the one with her first child, it was painful, and the woman was constantly cursed with a sickness she couldn't shake. Even the birth of the child, a child of hate and pain, was horribly painful. It came close to almost killing her more than once before the creature was out of her womb and into the cold world."

Her voice paused as she had food placed in her lap, she smiled in thanks and took a bite, it was much better than the raw food she was used to. Though not seasoned much the tomatoes and the bacon were quite delicious to her. Soon enough her body pushed her to stretch gently as she pondered on where she was.

"The child was not accepted of course, and at first her father had wanted to destroy the filthy creature, but Jaraera would have nothing of it. She would raise the child as her own and she would make best to love it. It loved its father much more than its mother, but it cherished its mother quietly in her own right. From the day of the creature's birth it knew of how it was created. The king had made no means to hide the hatred that he now held for Alidre, but until the day the beast would claim her he would pretend to love it." She again paused as she took a large breath of air, waiting to breathe for a moment before starting again, "On its 400th birthday something happened, it was trembling madly and they couldn't calm it down, no one except her father knew what was happening. He, in his wolf form grabbed the neck of his Elven daughter and dragged her to the underground holding chambers of the old city. There she was chained with a chain her father had made himself, and left. Her screams could be heard for miles and miles, and the blood of her own body leaked for the first time from where she tore at herself. She broke the chain, and she broke her father's heart."

"They locked me away for one thousand years before they slaughtered my father, and a year later my mother faded to nothingness on that same day. They tossed me from the city, and I have not touched foot in the area since," She ended her story with a fierce look in her eyes. She raised her brow at the Elf who sat almost dumbstruck next to her. He did not show his feelings on his face, but Fëa could see it deep within his eyes, "Now all of you fine gentlemen know my story. I am very much gladdened you have all woken to the story. I wish to never repeat it to you again." She said with a slight flush of her cheeks, and a soft smile as she dropped her eyes to her plate and started to eat.

Soon everyone in the group started to fallow after her feat, eating the foods on her plate and not mentioning anything of the story. Conversations were picked up, and it was almost as if the memory of the story was lost. She was gland, and she couldn't help but smile as she joined into the conversation, she tossed her arm around Pippin who laced his own around her waist as they started to joke and sing joyously though in hushed tones as not to wake Gimli and Boromir. They would not be waking them until the sky was orange with the new morning. Everyone wore a bright smile on their faces; Aragorn watched the pair with one of the largest smiles on his face, lightly clapping his hands to their joking.

But it was like the moment Boromir rose that the world turned somber again. Fëa returned to the side of Aragorn and silenced her laughing and joking. Though Pippin attempted to keep it not hostile with happy bickering between himself and Merry.

They were again in the boats, this time Ava was leaning back into Frodo tired and angry with the world again. Perhaps it was the fear of water that made this trip so miserable for her. Her face looked clear and confident, but her mind was racked with horrified memories of torture and embarrassment in the cells of Gondolin. Mostly human trespassers, sometimes guards who were as hateful as her grandfather when it came to her means of birthing. She clung intensely to the sides of the boat, sending useless prayers up to the Valar. Even if she didn't want to admit it, she found relief that she did have some fears. It made her seem less of a fearless monster, and more of an Elven beauty that she wished she actually was. She liked her flaws, it made her feel like less of a cold creature, and more like she actually belonged in this world. She felt her heart calm as Frodo whispered words of relief and his delicate fingers brushed through her hair.

Unlike the first day, there were no distasteful glances from Boromir, though she had heard some unkind grumbles come her way; she had chosen to ignore it. She was fearful of the days to come by the fellowship, but she had known for many months that this day would soon come, and she had even prepared herself mentally. She knew what the loss of Frodo would do to the fellowship, but most of all to her, and she was getting her mourning out of the way now.

She fell into a light sleep, listening to the heartbeat and the quiet words of Frodo Baggins, who in her mind was her one and only savior. She looked up to Frodo like no one else. The hobbit was unaware of this fact, and Fëa liked it that way, it made it easier for her to seem distant yet close all at the same time.

Her eyes opened a few hours later to see Aragorn standing over her. Looking down with a concerned expression, and yet he didn't say a thing. "Come on Strider wake her, she needs to set her things up!" Sam called coolly to the man.

Only watched her from his perch of where he stood. He hummed lightly as she finally opened her eyes. She sat up straight causing Aragorn to hop back out of the way and she looked around. Legolas was pulling the empty boats up upon the beach, and everyone was setting up bed rolls for day time resting. Her eyes strained but she saw something, something that didn't seem right. "No," she started leaping ungracefully from the boat and pushing past Aragorn her bare kicked sand back as she dug into the ground with her toes. Her heart was pounding when Sam asked quaintly where Frodo was. Her eyes drifted to the shield that lay barren beside a bed roll. A rigid snarl escaped her lips and she turned to face the group, "Where is Boromir?" at first they seemed offended by her accusation, but soon they realized how serious she was.

You cannot deny the hobbits their fate… that single fraise repeated in her head over and over, her eyes wide and frantic as she looked around, preying to see Frodo simply step from the woods saying he simply needed to relieve himself. Her mind racked through her brain to test things, discovering memories. There was one she needed to change, one she had to or the entire world would crumble beneath their feet. All hope would be lost before anyone even noticed it was gone. Her body turned to the forest, and despite her bruising, despite her pain she launched herself into a powerful change, hardly a second, though everything snapped and bent oddly with one loud explosion of pain. She landed softly on her front paws and she was running into the forest before even the shards of her clothing could hit the ground. Lyavain had only one thing on her mind, only one care in the world at that second. Just one thing she needed to prevent, the only thing she needed to ensure would not happen. The death of Frodo Baggins. Only the Black Wolf could save him now.

And she prayed with everything in her heart that she could save him.

* It was short I know, but I won't be home much today and I wanted to ensure it got finished before I left! I am so sorry it's short, I really did want it longer, but the next chapter is supposed to be really long. I mean I think I might drawl it out, but simply the thought that it's the end of the movie I may just make an exceedingly long chapter. Eh, who the hell knows? R&R if you like waffles, vote for my other story if you're cool. Soon enough a poll will be posted for this story okay? Anyone who's wondering it'll be a very long time before Lyavain changes back. Kay thanks bye! - Ze*