Chapter 4
This is basically Forfith's back story.
Forfith's POV
I'm not normal, never have been, never will. For starters I am the only brunette in a family of blonds. It's just not right, but that is only the beginning.
When I was equivalent to a five year old in human years I was kidnapped by an insane elf named Vanimon, he lost his mind shortly after the Battle of the Last Alliance. He raised me until I was equivalent to a thirteen year old when I was rescued by my real family. During that time he replaced half of my blood with that of an angel. When he did that I only remember the excruciating pain but it of course left its mark. After the blood had replaced mine the power in it took form as gold streaks in my hair. He also raised me to be a stone cold killer. After that I felt no pain, I felt no emotion. I mastered self-defense, archery, and swordcraft. Eventually my former life became but a distant memory and I began to think as Vanimon as my father.
When Thranduil and my siblings rescued me I was terrified. Not of them because upon seeing them I instantly remembered them. No, what scared me more was that Vanimon was nowhere to be found. After searching the house in which I was held in they realized what he had done to me, and took me back to Mirkwood, where I did not speak for three years. It was eventually Legolas that persuaded me to speak, but I never speak of what happened during those years. Then whenever he went I went, I never spent a day without him. When he was sent to the Council of Elrond I was going to meet him there a few days later, but when I arrived at the Last Homely House and they told me he joined the Fellowship I set out at once to find them.