Moon's Nature |The Hobbit|

|CHAPTER I: Long, Long Ago|

|Bilbo Baggins, Hobbit Hole

Location: The Shire|

A knock came upon the door swiftly and soon afterward, there was rather a loud crash and a pounding knock on the door again.

Bilbo Baggins and Frodo Baggins, the two Hobbits both went rushing as fast as their legs could carry them to their front door. Bilbo opened the door and there was a familiar face lookin' down at him. "Why, Narchril! I was not yet expecting you." Bilbo explained as he hastily threw open the door for the elf and the woman bowed slightly to him and she shakes her head.

"You have gotten much older, Bilbo Baggins." Narchril had never been a elf to mince words and that was what Bilbo often loved about the elf. But he also... hated it as well.

"Please do come in. I was just preparing for the party." Bilbo stated and Narchril bowed slightly at his words, and she stepped over their threshold.

"You were also writing something? I heard the scratch of a quill being put to parchment and your hand smelled of fresh ink. Was it about your rather large and excitable adventures that you came on with us?" Narchril was questioning and Bilbo nodded swiftly at her. "Well, then, perhaps I may be of service." She said and he nodded as she walked swiftly over to where the quill had been placed down and she took the seat.

"Years after the dwarves had been forced from the Lonely Mountain after the dragon attacked, they were set upon by Orcs, Wargs and other such things like that."

"At the beginning of this adventure there was a company comprised of all sorts of persons. One wizard, twelve dwarves and... and a sharp-tongued elf with a potentially deadly secret to keep in order to defend her family, both the family that she had chosen with the company, as well as her birth family of the elves... that had left her to die a very long time ago... this is where this story began."

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Narchril fired her arrow into the incoming horde of the Orc Packs, as she drew back her bowstring again.

"Narchril! You must go! Now!" Her father Elrond shouted the order at her but his child refused as expected by all the warriors. She continued to fire her arrows into the pack, at least until she ran out of them and she slung her bow across her back.

Then as she unsheathed her sword from its scabbard it was now her eyes of brilliant meadow-green.

It was the eyes, her eyes that burned with the defiant nature of a girl, who simply just refused to listen.

Her father Elrond, he simply shook his head and with a heavy heart, he shouted the order that no elf ever wanted to hear and especially, not in the heat of a battle.

"Everyone leave! Back home to the passage. Back to the passage, now! I say now!" He ordered loudly, and she was still fighting the Orc pack, but he had to put the people first, even if it meant losing his eldest daughter in the process.

Narchril continued to fight still and she was determined to keep buying her people, enough time to get back to their passages back to Rivendell.

The final look that past between Elrond and his daughter was rather heartbreaking, and the father turned his horse away as he loped off into the tunnels again.

Narchril let out a blood-curdling scream of agony, when she felt a warg sink its teeth into her shoulder and in response to the bite, she sunk one of her knives into its left eye.

More Orcs surrounded her as the Wargs that they rode piled onto her and finally, the young elven warrior was brought down to her knees and she looked up to see the Orc that they called 'The Pale One' and she growled, spitting blood to the side.

"Azog the Defiler." She spat out in the language of the Orcs, and she reveled in the shocked looks on the Wargs and the Orcs faces at her understanding of their language.

"This one has been bitten. Take her back!" Azog spat out the words in the same tongue that Narchril had spoken in, as she was dragged to her feet and her weapons were confiscated.

"One day, you will pay for this! One day, you will die, for this!" Azog was unconcerned with Narchril's threat of which, he deemed piteful, and the girl was marched away.

Being forced to walk behind the Wargs, with one of the Orcs holding the rope was humiliating, but it was a learning experience and Narchril was simply watching and waiting for the opportunity of escape to present itself to her.

That night, when they camped and the moon rose, Narchril was found writhing and screaming on the dirt and leaf-covered ground by the Orcs, despite nobody in camp having at all touched her, they knew what was to happen.

Narchril's eyes widened briefly with the surge of power and agony, a sharp ripping sound was heard and she was shouting, right before her vision was spinning and it seemed to be going down, down, down.

Until it went black.