Lost in the Dying Embers

Long before the dark shadow of the War of the Ring caved in on the free kingdoms of Middle-earth, Náriel was known as the daughter of the golden light-a proud princess of the House of Fëanor who carried the magnificent, unyielding fire of her bloodline. While her brothers were destroyed by a binding, blood-stained oath, Náriel's heart was entirely different, dedicated to the protective loyalty of the ones she ocroted. She once loved Mairon the Admirable in the pristine gardens of Valinor, a pure romance that was shattered forever when he chose to become the Dark Lord Sauron. Now, thousands of years after diving into the freezing ocean to rescue the final Silmaril from being lost to the deep, Náriel returns from her long centuries of lonely exile. Bearing the holy starlight gem hidden upon her silver circlet, her path brings her back to the gates of Rivendell and into the presence of Lord Elrond. Bound by an immortal law that allows an elf to love only once, her eternal devotion to Mairon is now a burning torrent of profound hatred. As the twilight falls and the Fellowship prepares to march, the Fire-Child must draw her silver blade once more, ready to fight the monster her heart can never forget under the turning stars of the world.

Disclaimer:This is a Lord of the Rings fanfiction based on the legendarium. I do not own Middle-earth or its characters; all rights belong to J.R.R. Tolkien. This story functions as a song-fic heavily inspired by the deep melodies of Linkin Park (all rights to the band). The plot and original characters (like Náriel) are my own creations.