Chapter 1; Past of My Past
I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING LOTR’S, ONLY MY OC RAWERU.
My story is one of sadness, hope and horror. My name is Raweru, daughter of Lord Elrond. I’ve lived in Rivendell alongside my twin brothers Elladan and Elrohir as well as with my twin sister Arwen. While my siblings resembled my parents with their darkened hair and grey eyes, I on the other hand, was born with blonde hair and amber eyes. My grandmother used to tell me that I was destined for a live of pain. I never understood what she meant by that but I always kept those words buried inside my mind.
My twin sister and I were always so different yet we were unbreakably bonded. She wished to learn the arts of healing like my father but I, well I wished nothing more than to become a great Elvish warrior. My father used to tell us of the Great War against Sauron. How, once long ago Men and Elves formed The Last Alliance to destroy the evil.
After the defeat of Sauron, my father Lord Elrond remained in Rivendell and hosted the first White Council, attended by Galadriel, who would later be known as my grandmother, at which it was decided that Lord Elrond's home, the Last Homely House, would remain the last stronghold west of the Misty Mountains, and that the Three Rings then held by Gil-Galad and Galadriel would remain hidden. It was also here that my father first met my mother Celebrían, the daughter of Celeborn and Galadriel.
During the Third Age, my father Lord Elrond wed my mother Celebrían. Then 21 years later my twin brothers were born and following 11 years after them, my sister and I were bless by life. Four children the lord and lady were blessed with. However, one child stood out from the rest. I was different from the moment I breathed my first bit of air. While my brothers and sister had dark hair and grey eyes, I was graced with Blonde hair and amber eyes. Regardless of my hair and eyes, my parents loved me just as much. My mother would often take me on walks to the waterfalls and father would show me the different herbs of healing.
My brothers would frequently teach me to weld a sword and handle a bow. We tried to keep that from our father but somehow he always knew what my brothers and I were doing. I was rather good for a young female elf but not as good as my brothers of course. My sister Arwen would join us at times but she enjoyed assisting father more.
My mother raised my sister and me to be graceful as well as radiant in everything from our voice to our movements. She used to tell us that one day we would meet that one soul that will bond our lives together. Arwen wanted nothing more than to believe in that truth, but I never seemed to give it much thought. You see, Arwen was known in the lands as Arwen Undómiel or Evenstar. Elves would come from all over to be graced with her presence. No one could compare to her beauty, except for our mother of course.
The night sky had just departed while waking the morning sun. Today was the day that I had been waiting for. My mother, Celebrían and I were embarking on a small journey to my grandmothers in Lothlórien. It had been so long since I’ve seen my grandparents. However, my father did not wish us to travel for he had a fear that something was amiss. I begged him nonetheless to let us go and my mother missed her family dearly. My father could not refuse us.
We traveled on horseback and with only two Rivendell guards on our way there.
After sometime of being in Lothlórien, my mother and I had been enjoying ourselves to the fullest.
On the eve of our departure, grandmother found me sitting in a tree.
“Come here granddaughter. Let us take a walk.” Lady Galadriel requested.
I only smiled politely as followed beside her. I knew where we were going. Every visit, she would ask me if I wished to look upon the mirror and every time I would respectfully decline. I would be a fool to say that I was not afraid to know what my life could possibly hold.
Walking across the stone set forth, we arrived to the water mirror. My grandmother looked curiously at me, as if she already knew something.
“Will you still not look upon the mirror child of my child? Your sister and brothers have. Do you not wish to know?” she asked me curious as to why I would not look.
I looked to the mirror where my grandmother stood beside. “Forgive me for I do not wish to know yet. You once told me that my life hung in the balance of another. I do not wish to know who that may be… friend of foe grandmother. Forgive me for I must show cowardness.” I spoke softly to the Lady.
I knew my grandmother loved me and would not tell me anything without my request but I could tell that she was hiding something. “Dear child, you do not show anything but strength. Not many would choose to face the world unknown. Just know this; I am here whenever you may need me.” My grandmother told me before walking off back to her chambers.
I remained where I was, unable to move. It was as if the mirror was calling to me but I could not. I must not. I will not know might become of me for I will make my own destiny.
The morning arose and it was time for our departure. As much as I loved Lothlórien, I missed Rivendell even more. I ran my hand over my black horse named Duirro (meaning river-bank). As a little onel, I found him standing in the shallow river. He followed me home that day and ever since then, he has been one of my best friends.
While my thoughts took ahold of my mind, I overheard the caption of the guard behind me.
“My lady Raweru, we must be going now.” Haldir informed me.
I turned to him and smiled, “of course Haldir, we are ready and thank you for going with us to the edge land. I know your duty is to protect these lands. I am sorry we are taking you away from that.” I said to him. I did feel bad that my grandfather ordered Haldir to accompany us to the outskirts of the land.
“It is no trouble my lady. I am glad Lord Celeborn entrusted me with your protection. Even if it is half way.” He told me. Haldir was always so sweet to me. On my previous travels, Haldir would always spar with me. I was no match for him however, but he was a great trainer. My grandparent’s never forbid me from training with him as much as they did my sister which I always thought as odd.
My mother and I rode away from her childhood home Lothlórien and started towards Rivendell. As promised, Haldir and his guard accompanied us to the outskirts of Rivendell.
The company held fast as Haldir spoke to my mother and I. “Daro! [Halt?] This is as far as we can take you Lady Celebrían… Lady Raweru.”
“Le fael [Thank you] Haldir. You have done us a great service.” She told him then her eyes met mine.
“Gwaem [Let’s Go] Raweru. We must meet the Rivendell boarder by nightfall.” She told me rounding her horse.
“Of course mother! At once.” I stated. I gave a small smile to the captain. “I hope you see you again captain. Until we meet again mellon [friend].” I told him then riding off with my mother.