Clashed

Chapter Two

The guards drug me to the edge of the city's limits and threw me on the ground. Another guard held me down while the other took off the bag on my head. I looked around and saw that it was now night and that there was a cage attached to a carriage ahead of me. The two guards picked me up and drug me to the cage. A third guard held the door to the cage open and then the two guards shoved me into the cage.

Their force threw me against the other side of the cage, slamming me into the bars. One of the bars cut my cheekbone and left the area around it bruised. I sat on my knees and glared at the guards as they walked to the front of the carriage. Two of them mounted the bench behind the horses, the third walked back to the door of the cage. He pulled under the edge of the wood floor that stuck out and then sat on the seat that had appeared.

"Ready?" one of the guards yelled back.

"Ready!" the one in the back yelled back. One of the guards in the front whipped the horses' arse and they were off. As the carriage traveled further and further away from Minas Tirith, memories and thoughts flooded my mind. Thoughts of the peasants in Mulduren and Faramir bounced around my skull while the memories of my old Elven life replayed themselves behind my eyes.

I was born into one of the most well known Elf familes. We were known for our blinding beauty and incredible knowledge. My mother, Leithiandis Isteth, was born from the elvish family Elemmíre. The Elemmíre family was known for studying the starlight and moonlight and being able to capture it. An old legend about the Elemmíre elves is that all the She-Elves were born in the moonlight of the night when the moon was at it's fullest and the stars were at their brightest. That's what caused their immense beauty. It is said that the moonlight is what gave the women in the Elemmíre family their shimmery sliver hue and the starlight is what gave us our pale crystal blue eyes.

My father, Brondadon Isteth, was an extremely rare type of Elf in his family. The Istheth elves were known for their knowledge, bravery, and working in the forges. The blades they produced were the strongest and sharpest in Rivendell. The Isteth family soon grew with popularity for the weapons. Our Lord Elrond would come down to the forge just to admire the craftsmanship in the process. My father was the third son of Angren Isteth. His first two sons, Angrenion and Estelion, worked in the forges until they reached their maturity age. Then they left Rivendell to join King Thranduil and fight in his army. They later died in battle.

A few years after my grandfather learned of his two son's deaths, my father came along. As my father grew, Angren taught him everything he taught his deceased sons. By the time Brondadon reached his maturity, he had excelled his brothers in terms of his talents and knowledge. Angren knew that Brondadon was destined for great things.

When an opportunity to forge for King Thranduil approached my father, he turned the offer down. His reasons for declining were because he knew his destiny was in Rivendell, and because he had fallen in love with my mother. My mother and father met in their teenage years, right before they reached their maturity age. She was harvesting starlight and moonlight during a full moon while he went out looking for precious iron to forge another blade. My mother was sitting near the river Bruinen, letting the starlight and moonlight be collected in the glass bottles. My father often told me of how he listened to her sweet voice sing the song of the Evenstar.

ú i vethed na i onnad,

si boe ú-dhanna,

ae ú-esteli, esteliach nad,

estelio han, estelio han, estelio,

estelio han, estelio veleth,