ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɢʜᴛ [ᴀ ᴛʜʀᴀɴᴅᴜɪʟ x ᴏᴄ]

Chapter 1- The Dark

No one liked me. Everyone feared me. And I liked it. I gave up on other people a long time ago. My dark red eyes and various weapons always made sure no one ever talked to me. Everything was fun. I am a dark elf you see. Or at least my father was. My mother was a mischievous elf who has decided to abandon the ways pf elven kind in her youth from what I have been told when people still talked to me. And my father was worse for he was a dark elf and it was in his nature to be cruel. They did not plan to have me but they did. They were both bad for a time and that sparked something between them. But when my mother found out what he was. It shocked her so much that after I was born she left me with my father and went back to greenwood to reconcile with her family. My father is a dark elf did not have time for such things as taking care of a child. So there is that small village  I stayed being passed from one family to another until 12 years later when I ran away for everyone feared me and no one wanted me.

Ever since then I roamed the forests and plains until one day when I was weaving between all the moss blanketed trees, I found a cottage hidden away in the woods. It was a tad small and unkempt but it was good enough. It was the perfect home for me. Plenty of food to hunt and no people to bother me. There I stayed training, hunting and teaching myself all I could about middle earth until one day a woman in cloak knocked on my door about 100 years later. She was a woman from the order of the dark elves. She told me she sensed my power and wished for me to join them. I know it was a bad choice now but at the time I only ever wanted to belong somewhere and this was my only choice. They were people like me. I had the chance to belong and I was not going to throw away that choice. I agreed to join and with them, I stayed. I learnt to fight and started to learn how to heal.

1000 years after I was still there training but I had begun to learn basic magic. That's when everything went wrong. The one friend I had made betrayed me. She wanted to be the leader of the dark elves so she tried to kill him. She poisoned his food but her plan failed it wasn't as unnoticed as she had planned. She blamed it on me and they all believed she over me as she was higher ranked. From then on I was on the run. I tried going back to my old home but they found me they were far more powerful than me moreover they are fully dark elves there is no good in them at all no hope for their black hearts whereas I may still have hope of having a fully good heart again. Their spells hurt like hell. The cut slashed and burned me but I managed to escape and live in the woods. I don't know how much time passed. I went to the only place I thought they wouldn't look, the town of my birth. Although I don't think the people of the town will remember me and if they do they certainly do not want me there but who cares. People hate me and I hate people. It's just better that way. So when I reached the old town I found an unoccupied house and lived my life although it was quite boring for a while. But I found hunting and killing orcs and goblins a fantastic pass time as well a scaring the townsfolk a little. They all stayed away from me now. Well, they never really got anywhere near me, to begin with as they were all so scared. I continued my life in solitude for another 50 years not caring about anyone else no one cared about me so why should I.
I woke up as per usual early in the morning and flung myself out of bed and went and got my bow and arrows. I headed outside and went into the woods. I walked through the woods checking my various traps and collecting the food it had collected before resetting them. Before returning home. I lit the fire and prepared what I had caught so I could cook it later. I went to my room to get changed and looked in the mirror my dark red eyes glared back at me. My black hair with white streaks swept across my face to hide the burns on the right side from the dark elves. Most of the time I wore a black hooded cloak and black trousers with a white shirt. I turned away not able to look anymore and returned to the fire to cook my food. Before I went to bed ready to repeat it all again the next day.

I was woken by the sound of screams of pain and terror. I bolted out of bed and grabbed my bow, sword and daggers. Flames were biting at the walls of my now former home and ran to the door and got outside. "Araniel! We know you are here, come now so you may be served you punishment for the crime you have committed, " a dark rough voice shouted. They had found me they knew I would come here eventually. I had to run. But I couldn't let innocent people die. So I compromised. I ran around the back of buildings helping people where I could and healing a little as I went but soon there were far too many dark elves there. I had to go.  But I didn't know where to go I had nowhere to go. I do not know whatever happened to my father but I did know what happened to my mother. That was my only chance. I had to go to Mirkwood.