Daughter of the highest (LOTR fanfic)

Chapter 1

I ran and ran. My heart pounding more with every step. The orcs foul footfalls slowly faded away, until my keen elf ears could hear them no more. I have escaped Mordor, though I will never forget it.

I slowed my pace and cautiously peered around me. Then I examined myself. To my surprise my bow was still intact. What is a bow with no arrows though? That disappointed me and I will have to do something soon if I want to survive.

I sat on a nearby tree and pulled out my hastily aquired dagger. Fortunately for me, many small straight sticks lay in this lonely clamour of trees, and they became a temporary replacemeant for my absent arrows. I started my craft, when the soft flutter of wings caught my ever alert ears. My head turned swiftly upward to the darkening sky and there, unsurprisingly, a large bird came into view. My shining silver dagger quickly left my eager fingers and skillfully hit my unassuming target. It's shreaking cry pierced the cold air as it plummeted to the ground.

I nimbly jogged through the long grass and small bushes that tickled my ankles. "Ah, some luck at last,"I thought to myself, as I gazed at the bird that lay on the ground at my feet . This would served many useful purposes. I removed the feathers, then lit a small fire.

Good thing I am a ranger, and accustomed to living alone in the woods with nothing more than what is made by my own hands. I chuckled at the mere thought of my mother, sister, and father. If they could see me now, in the dirty woods, making food for myself, not using servants, power, or anything more complex than my own labor . But I was exactly where I wanted to be, for I chose the ranger life.

I am not like my sister Celebrian, who was always mother's favorite. She always went to the parties, got all fancy, and basically did whatever mother wanted, not to mention pledging herself to Lord Elrond. I am, however, the family's disappointment. I was the one to go exploring the vast woodland while all the special events were going on, while she, herself, got excited about dresses, elf lords, and how often mother praised her.
I was the odd one, out of place, as everyone always said. I joined the rangers, who are all mortal men, with the exeption of Earneth, my best friend who disguises herslf as a man. I am the only one that knew about her clandestined identity.

It wasn't that my family hated me, it is rather I never gave them the time to love me. I couldn't bear that they didn't do much when the situation was dire. Let the future take care of itself, dear. Only use your gifts when it is the end,
Mother would say to me. But it is the end! I would argue. Then she would smile and say, it is not the end...if it was, we would know.

Even before I became a ranger I traveled the earth, learning about cultures, tongues, and countless other important pieces of information. My only match in such expertiese was Aragorn Son of Arathorn, as he and I have much in common. He was in exile like me, and we somehow understood each other more than anyone else.

Aragorn also was in love with Arwen Undomiel, my niece, the fairest of all Elves.

My mother and I are alike in several ways. I share her proficent wisdom, her unmistakable beauty, and her overall raidiantly glowing grace. I also posess foresight, but that was very limited. My sister was always kind and gentle to me. She set a virtuous and queenly example (that I chose not to follow), and she truly cared for me. I do miss her and I wish she was still here.

I popped back in reality from the smell of the bird, which was simply prepared and enjoyed. I have been here long enough, I thought.

The fire was put out quickly and my trace could barely be detected, even by an experienced ranger. I must start my journey to Rivendell, because I was expected for the counsel of Elrond. I tried to forsee if they have started already, but some things cannot be forseen, so I must go on faith. Honestly I do not know how long I was in Mordor for there it is eternelly dark. I shuddered at the thought of that horrid place. I hate remembering Mordor, for I am the only survivor.
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I traveled all night and by the help of the moon I have determined it to be the veary end of Febuary.

Thankfully I do not that thing that mortals call sleep because I am pure Elf all the way from the begining of this earth. What a useless waste of precious time! What do they even do anyway, like lie down practicly unconcious vulnerable to all enimies? It must be very akward indeed. I am glad I have not expierenced such things.

As I continued to walk, I reached a small clearing that is not at all clear. Dead bodies of ugly Orcs and few Men covered the grass. From what I can see Men attacked not 5 hours passed. These are the people of Rohan land of the horsemen. Also I can see maybe a host of horsemen depart from the scene.

I searched for any living thing in this battlefield. But to no avail. Just as I was about to give up the search when I spotted a beautifl silver horse. It reminds me of the horse I used to own as a young girl, Celethren was her name. I whipered calm elvish words in her ears, and she seemed to relax until I returned.

I jogged back into the wood and found an atheas plant which is perfect.I healed the horse quickly and easily and without another thought moved on. She followed my for a few steps before I turoned around. The horse would not leave. Then a thought came to me; I can get to rivendell a great deal faster on horseback.

I spun around to face her. "In honor of Celethren, you will take up her noble name." She neighed loudly in agreement. I mounted her and then whispered in her ear. "How fast can you run?" Celethren seemed to accept the challenge, for she bolted off at an astonishing speed.

My goal is to make for the Aunduin River , and follow it up to the Entwash. After that pass through (hopefully) the Fangorn Forest. Then boarder up along the Misty Mountians, then finaly to Rivendell. I hope I am not late, but deep down I know I am. Everyone has probably assumed that we all died so have already departed. Nonetheless I will continue.

After three days journey, with short breaks, we reached the Aunduin River. Then we followed it up to the Entwash, and headed towards the Fangorn Forest. I rode through the forest and my beautiful horse that easily trodded through the dense undergroth. The air soon became hot and stuffy and the trees overshadowed the light. I need some fresh air. I climbed a huge oak tree all the way to the top.

Hills rose and fell in the distance, as far as my eyes could see, dusted with green trees. I turned my head Westward to see a beautiful sight. Orange, yellow, pink, and purple bursted from the sun and reflected on the white clouds. I have not seen such a captivating sunset in 1,000 years.

After it was over and not much more then an afterglow, I reluctently climbed down the great tree, only to find some intriguing tracks.

Notes:
Earneth is a character of my friend in our little trio of fan fictions (if I continue to write this you will encounter Anoriel. Another of my characters which I will probably show you guys in her POV!).

The scene she encounters in the clearing is in the special extended editions of LOTR and it actually happened (Tolkien wise).

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