Okay so people seem about confused about what has happened so far. Tauriel did not abandoned the child, Rayya took it away because she believe Tauriel would not love her. Sorry for my lack of explanation in the words but it will get explained in later chapters! Thank you all for being kind and patient.

Kiliel forever xxxxxx

Chapter VIII

Gwirith 04th 3002 T.A

Eliel sat in the developing shade, with her bow beside her and a very punctured target up ahead, looking at the jewels in her hand. A fair markswoman she was, never missing a single target. She did not have any reason to be skilled in archery, she was never in life threating situations before. But one day she was walking the upper marketplace where she came across a Fletcher's store and saw the wide arrange of flexible, bent and curved weapons, strung taut end to end with string. She begged her mother every day to let her get a bow as the weapon called to her, by the 8th year of such nagging Sonir gave in and bestowed the half breed with a wooden bow.

Many years had passed and Eliel's skill was impeccable, she even saved enough gold to buy an elven bow that was made out of pure ebony. Her mare, Daeroch, whinnied near her informing her that he could sense an approaching presence.

Her pointed ears pricked and heard what sounded like carriages and chatter and got up to settle her horse. "We travel to Minas Tirith. Heavily restock then we can make it to Dale, should be at least a five month journey and we would arrive two months before the celebration of victory" The cloth merchant spoke. "And maybe we could hire some mercenaries to see that we actually arrive with our heads and stock." Replied the general store worker. "I hear the Erebor dwarves are holding a massive feast this year, 60 years since the victory of the Lonely Mountain. Wouldn't that be a sight to see Ma?" spoke a little boy in his mother's arm "Dwarves would also pay good money for Gondor relics too." Laughed a materialistic burly man.

Eliel knew of the places the group of at least twenty people were talking about. She had read about them and was told stories by Sonir who lived in a town in the middle of the lake just below the mountain. Eliel was even wearing an Erebor gold arm cuff just below her elbow that she brought off a wanderer. She continued listening until they were out of earshot, wanderlust taking over she thought of what it would be like to roam Middle Earth. The people she would meet, the stories she would hear. She was jealous of those merchants, she couldn't just leave her mother here and she was all Eliel had and she wasn't going to start carting an old woman around.

Eliel half braided her hair and left the remaining dark bronze ringlets fall down her back. She grabbed the arrows from the hay bale and noticed there was only three intact the rest had snapped when she shot them or split when she attempted to pull them out. "Blasted cheap arrows, not good enough." Mumbled the frustrated girl. "This close to burning you to the ground." She threatened the inanimate object.

She given up and jumped on the back of the dusky horse and the sleek beauty continued towards the town with a natural gallop that pounded the ground. The thing she loved most about this horse was his flowing mane that whips as the winds call it, she could sit on the back of him and braid his mane in peculiar tresses.

When she had arrived Stromm the young stable boy was waiting for her and jumped off the horse. "Sorry we were out so long Stromm, I didn't think he was this unpredictable" Eliel lied to the lad for her own selfish reasons, she knew she could sweeten her way of trouble most times. "That is no excuse Eliel, the master is going to have my head for his favourite being gone half the day" Obviously this being not one of these times. "I knew it was the half-breed that took Daeroch" A voice boomed from behind them. A sturdy man whose was balding stood his ground and threaten "If I see you here again I will have you arrested. And you" he pointed to Stromm "One more fault of you boy and I will put you back in the streets, you're a burden. Settle the horse before you get something to eat. Run along now half-breed."

Eliel looked apologetic towards the lad and ran off quickly before she could cause any more trouble. It was dark but had memorized the twisted alleys and maze like structural design that led to her home. When she had arrived Sonir was sitting down in her usual chair with a blood stained handkerchief in one hand and a pain relief brew in the other, but no pain could have stopped the smile that she put on when she saw Eliel walk through the door. "Welcome back."

Eliel knew that the argument was nothing now and the words had been taken back. "How are you feeling?" She asked obviously distressed by her sick mother "Nothing to worry you dear, just the usual" Something Eliel had heard a thousand times before. Sonir's life was almost at the end and she knew that, so did Eliel. Eliel understood although she was sad about losing her mother soon she also had learn to accept it. Sonir taught her about life and death and how it was inevitable. She knew there was nothing that could be done about death, and that was truth. The only idea about death that scared Eliel was that she did not know her life expectancy, sure her mother was an elf and they live forever but who was her father. She knew he was not an elf or else Eliel would have turned out differently and her mother would not had any reason to disown her.

She never wanted to know about her family but as she was maturing, there were questions she wanted the answer too. "Well now that you are alive, I am going to bed" Sonir disappeared into the only room that occupied the house

"Goodnight" Eliel replied. She thought she'd better ask another night when the tension was not as thick. She placed herself under the duvet on the bedstead that had its place in the corner and drifted off.