Disclaimer: I have re-written some parts of this story, because I was not
liking how the romance played out. So I have just been re-writing the old
stuff, but now it fits even better with the ending so I'll post that soon.
All these characters belong to Tolkien, except for Aralyn. This story is
better now, please go back and read, then you can enjoy the ending better.
Read and review please!
A young woman laid on her deathbed, her strength slowly leaving her body. She knew it was time for her to die, although she knew she would be leaving her little girl behind.
That little girl was at her side now, tears softly falling from her eyes.
"Mommy, don't leave me." She begged, and pain ripped through the woman's heart.
"I'm so sorry, my little girl. I'm so sorry I couldn't offer you more."
"Don't say that, mommy. You're wonderful. I love you." The little girl cried.
The woman smiled sadly and held her hand up to the little girl's face. "I love you too sweetheart." The woman then looked at her daughter, as if contemplating an important decision. "Honey? I have something to show you."
The little girl's eyes peeked with interest. The woman painfully sat up in her bed and leaned over to a near dresser to pull open a drawer. Slowly she drew out two long knives and laid them out on the bed so the little girl could see them.
"They're beautiful." The little girl said, picking one up and examining it closely.
"Your father gave them to me." The woman said softly. The little girl dropped the long knife back onto the bed with a surprised look on her face.
"My father?" she asked. Her mother had never even mentioned him before.
"He gave those to me as a gift, to remind me of him. He loved me dearly, but had to leave to be with his people." She looked down. "He never knew about you, my little girl."
The girl looked taken aback. "His people?" she asked.
"Your father was an elf."
"An elf?" she asked, a wave of emotions running through her. "That's why." the girl stopped, and silently pushed her hair behind her ears, revealing the soft point that they came to.
"Yes, my child." the woman answered, taking in a deep breath and coughing before she continued on. "These are yours now, learn to use them as I have. Then you will have to rely on no one but yourself."
"I promise, mommy." The little girl whimpered, taking her mother's hand.
"You will live with King Theoden as his servant. Be good for him, sweetheart. Make your mother proud."
"I will." The woman looked content with the girl's answer as she sank back into the pillows, her face grown pale.
The little girl then fell asleep beside her mother's bed. When she woke up her mother's life was gone, with all color drained from her face. The little girl wept over her dead mother's body, grieving the loss of her only known relative.
But she never forgot the promise she made to her mother. The promise about not relying on anyone else but herself.
That little girl was me. And this is my story.
A young woman laid on her deathbed, her strength slowly leaving her body. She knew it was time for her to die, although she knew she would be leaving her little girl behind.
That little girl was at her side now, tears softly falling from her eyes.
"Mommy, don't leave me." She begged, and pain ripped through the woman's heart.
"I'm so sorry, my little girl. I'm so sorry I couldn't offer you more."
"Don't say that, mommy. You're wonderful. I love you." The little girl cried.
The woman smiled sadly and held her hand up to the little girl's face. "I love you too sweetheart." The woman then looked at her daughter, as if contemplating an important decision. "Honey? I have something to show you."
The little girl's eyes peeked with interest. The woman painfully sat up in her bed and leaned over to a near dresser to pull open a drawer. Slowly she drew out two long knives and laid them out on the bed so the little girl could see them.
"They're beautiful." The little girl said, picking one up and examining it closely.
"Your father gave them to me." The woman said softly. The little girl dropped the long knife back onto the bed with a surprised look on her face.
"My father?" she asked. Her mother had never even mentioned him before.
"He gave those to me as a gift, to remind me of him. He loved me dearly, but had to leave to be with his people." She looked down. "He never knew about you, my little girl."
The girl looked taken aback. "His people?" she asked.
"Your father was an elf."
"An elf?" she asked, a wave of emotions running through her. "That's why." the girl stopped, and silently pushed her hair behind her ears, revealing the soft point that they came to.
"Yes, my child." the woman answered, taking in a deep breath and coughing before she continued on. "These are yours now, learn to use them as I have. Then you will have to rely on no one but yourself."
"I promise, mommy." The little girl whimpered, taking her mother's hand.
"You will live with King Theoden as his servant. Be good for him, sweetheart. Make your mother proud."
"I will." The woman looked content with the girl's answer as she sank back into the pillows, her face grown pale.
The little girl then fell asleep beside her mother's bed. When she woke up her mother's life was gone, with all color drained from her face. The little girl wept over her dead mother's body, grieving the loss of her only known relative.
But she never forgot the promise she made to her mother. The promise about not relying on anyone else but herself.
That little girl was me. And this is my story.