The tale of Feawen

Chapter 1- A rising star

My name is Feawen. My story began about 2900 years ago when I was born.The only memories I have from when I was a child, are that I was raised in a little family of sea elves near the ocean that almost nobody had known about. But I should learn that I had never been really part of that family.
When I was in my early hundred and tens and a really young elf, my mother decided that it was time to tell me that she was not my real mother. She told me how I had come to her.
She had told me that when I was a little baby, she had one day wanted to go in the garden and when she opened the door, I laid there on the doorstep, with nothing but a white towel around me. She could not let me like that, so she took me with her and got into our house where she decided, together with my father, to keep and to raise me. My parents had always had big and kind hearts and I had been thankful to live with them.

Five hundred years later, the little sea elven kingdom, where we had been living, had changed: My grandfather left the throne and my father would take over his place, take over the throne. And he did. We were just a little town of sea elves, but he would be the new king and I would be the princess of a little town in forland. But it came to past that soon, we would be known in middle earth anyway.
About 400 years ago when I had long gotten over the fact that I had been adopted, my mother had to make another confession that had something important to do with me. It was my 2500th birthday and she gave to me a gift in an ancient box that looked like it had been kept secret for a long while. "Tolo ar nin*", she said, so I followed her to the river of the little lake that was behind our garden. We sat down on a white bench. The moon was shining that night- it was fullmoon, but I had never thought that I would have something to do with me. She began to tell me.

"Feawen", she said. "When I found you on the doorstep, I had a vison." "What.. do you mean?", I asked her insecurely. "You have to believe me. I had a vision of Elbereth. No...rather more like an appearance. She came to me and said 'Hantanyel*'; she thanked me for I had taken you and decided to raise you. She then told me... that she was your true mother. I had never known something different or got another message that told me something else. Elbereth, looking like she had been described in the old tales; vanima*, standing in pure starlight, gigalad*, that I could barerly see her face, gave me this gift. She said I shall give it to you when the stars may shine on the day when you turn 2500."

I did not know what to say. Elbereth Gilthoniel? Why would the queen of stars give birth to a child and then take it miles away from her own home, in another world, middle earth, and lay it on the doorstep of strangers? But although.. I always had known I was different, not just different than my family, but a different elf- I had never felt like I was a sea elf. I loved the stars and the moon- I had always felt like a moon elf, and this would be the explanation for it.

"I cannot believe this", I said confused. "You will have to", my mother replied. Then she looked down and a tear rolled down her cheek. "Whats wrong?", I asked with a bad feeling. She opened the old chest and a beautiful crown with many little and one big moon stone came to fore. I noticed that the big stone was shaped like a heart. "She told me", mother went on, "on the day when the stars shall shine and turn you two and a half thousand years old, your life will begin to fade. You shall wear this crown and when the last moonstone ceases to shine, your life shall be completed and your ghost shall live in peace in starlight where your mother shall watch over you." I began to cry. I wasnt ready for this. Two thousand and five hundred years may seem like a long life in the eyes of a man or a dwarf, but so it seemed less in the eyes of an elf. My life hadnt even begun. And now, I should just fade away in starlight.. Sadness overcame me. I stood up as my mother put the crown on my head. "You shall let it on your head or the moonstones might fade away directly", she said. "Listen. I wont let you go to death like this. You are too young to die. If this will mean to die.. for she lives in Valinor*. Your heart shines too white to stop beating like this, Feawen. Your father and me have talked. We are going to Rivendell." I was more excited than I should be in my situation. When she mentioned Rivendell I totally lost control..