Chapter 1

"Western"

' Thought '

"Sindarin"

(Flashback)

-Mind link-

-Author's note (A/N)-

It hurt, it hurt so much that I could only concentrate on the pain. I knew I had been hurt by non-other than the Dark Lord Voldemort, but what I didn't expect was that he had stabbed me with a sword. I could feel the cold metal slicing through my stomach whilst cutting all of my insides as the sword impaled me.

I couldn't help but ask myself, 'How was I to know? How was I supposed to know that I was going to die today? No one ever told me, no one ever tells me anything.'

I could feel it; the cold was creeping farther and farther up my body. It started sooner than I thought it would and it struck without mercy. It began at the soles of my feet and slowly made its way up my legs, crawling higher and higher. Taking my life force, stripping me of my accomplishments, failures, memories and all that I was allowed to call my own. I tried to focus, to will the cold away. To make it stop. But it never did, it kept on coming, taking over all but my neck and head. It seemed to slow down, but I couldn't tell anymore, I wasn't ready for this. The one thing that all mortals feared above all else. Death. It was a word that could trigger fear in the hearts of the richest men to the poorest of beggars. You can't argue with death, it takes what it wants and you can't stop it. My thoughts were beginning to become mixed, I couldn't tell the difference between my own words. I knew that I was finally about to die.

I thought furiously, 'I don't even know who I'm supposed to be! I didn't have enough time to create my own life. I was used, used like one would use a tool. Used until I was too cracked and broken. Please, whoever can hear me, I am not begging I just want my own life. I just want a life where I can…'

It was too late, I slipped in to nothingness and darkness.

I could hear voices, I knew they weren't speaking English, but I could still understand them perfectly clear. I pretended that I was still asleep and tried to figure out what had happened to me. For some reason my body felt smaller, as though I was in the body of a child. My body ached all over, but it hurt the most where my stomach was located. When I tried to recall how I might have gotten here, there was a sensation of a physical wall stopping my thoughts from going any further. I could hear the trickle of water and the chirps of birds. Before I could gather any more information I heard a voice, "Why do you keep up the pretence of sleep Little One?"

Instead of responding I tried to figure out what kind of person the voice would belong to. The voice obviously belonged to a male. The voice was also filled with authority and power yet soothing in it's own way. I tried to sit up, but as soon as I tensed my abdomen all I could feel was pain. Letting out a gasp of surprise and pain, I laid back down.

"Stay still Little One, you have been gravely injured."

'Really now, I hadn't noticed one bit!'

I could hear the rustling of clothing and the squeak of a chair being moved. I also heard footsteps coming my way, but the weight of the footsteps didn't match the soothing voice of an adult that seemed to come from that location. 'How odd.'

"Will you not open your eyes Young One?"

I hadn't realized my eyes were still closed until that point. I hesitantly opened one eye and immediately regretted it. Closing my eye as soon as I opened it, I felt the searing pain that was caused by the blinding white light. Taking a breath I tried again and gradually opened my other eye, my vision was still a bit fuzzy so I blinked a few times, make that dozens of times, and finally I could see clearly. My mind was still rather foggy so I didn't process my surroundings and only the object, which was directly in my line of sight.

In front of me I saw the most beautiful creatures in existence, they had pointy ears, incredibly soft looking golden almost white hair that went passed their shoulders and had the most vibrant and colourful eyes that seemed to change from blue to silver and back again. I couldn't help but gasp in shock.

'They must be fairies! They're so pretty!'

Behind the beautiful fairy I could see that there was five other fairies that seemed to have pointy ears as well. Three of them had dark brown hair and the other two had golden locks. It seemed as though their faces were frozen in time, I couldn't tell what age or relation each fairy might have. I couldn't even discern which was older than the other, only the way each fairy held themselves seemed to differ. Though they seemed relieved and slightly worried. The two that stood out the most, were two of the brown haired fairies that seemed to share the same face, they both looked extremely concerned and extremely twitchy. 'They must be twins then.'

The voice said-it seemed to belong to one of the brown haired fairy with both hands in his lap and a straight back, "I am glad that you have finally awoken from your slumber, you have been asleep for just over five sunsets."

"Might we ask what your name is Little One?" Asked a different brown haired fairy.

Now that I thought about it, I didn't know what my name was. I had no idea if I even had one, but that would be ridiculous. Everyone had a name, so why couldn't I remember? 'Did no one name me? Is that it? Was I not worthy of a name? And shouldn't I have parents? Did they abandon me? Is that why I can't recall ever having a name?'

Sensing my distress, the brown haired fairy attempted to place his hand on mine. When the fairy's hand made contact with mine I jerked my hand away from his touch, I didn't want to be touched. I wasn't sure why my body instinctively reacted like that, since I couldn't sense any harmful intentions from the stranger's appendage. It had been such a strong impulse I hadn't even registered moving away until after the distance had already grown between the fairy and me.

The fairy looked hurt for moment before setting his face in stone and returning his hand to his side before asking again, "Little One, I mean no harm. But we cannot keep on calling you such general titles, such as Little One or Young One."

"I don't remember." I replied quickly, surprised at how raspy and stilted my voice was. I was quite sure there was another reason why my throat hurt and why my voice was like this, but I couldn't remember. It was as though all my answers were just out of reach and it annoyed me to no end.

"What do you mean you do not remember?" The brown haired male looked slightly confused for a moment when he heard my answer.

I replied with a quick, "I don't know." I paused for a moment before continuing. "I don't know what my name is. I don't even know if I was ever given one."

My vision was becoming blurry again and my eyelids felt heavier then before. Closing my eyes I heard alarmed voices coming from the many fairies but I was unconcerned as I could feel the darkness wrap itself around me. Letting it keep me safe from this odd new place and its fairies. Welcoming its presence I slipped in to oblivion.

When they saw the elfling the two twins couldn't help but recall the previous events of that day.

(Flashback)

The two elves had just finished killing off the last of the orcs and didn't bother cleaning off the black blood that was on their blades. They still had their swords drawn when they heard the rustling of leaves and a soft whimper. Cautious of any being hidden in the trees, they readied their blades and tried to pinpoint where the sounds were coming from. But after the twins had taken a few steps, the sounds had stopped.

"Ro, what do you think it is? It doesn't sound or seem to smell like one of those monsters." Asked Elladan, his voice as soft as a faint whisper.

Elrohir answered just as quietly, "I don't know Dan, it definitely is not an orc."

Both elves lowered to a crouch so there would be less of a chance of being seen, silently and weightlessly dodging the trees and branches they finally found who or what the sounds belonged to.

What they didn't expect to see was a small child that was asleep in the middle of a grass clearing. The small child had long silky looking raven black hair that seemed to glow despite its dark color, ivory white skin that looked absolutely perfect. Not a single blemish in their pale white skin. Their finely defined high cheekbones that didn't make their face to long or round, they looked perfect.

It was as though their breath was sucked out of their lungs, after a few moments they seemed to regain their grasp on reality and started to breath again.

"How?" they asked each other at the same time.

Unless they were under a spell, they could not see a single fault on the child's face.

Deciding to take a closer looking, they silently walked towards the beautiful figure. After taking a closer look, they could see the state of clothes he was in, it looked like the child was wearing nothing but a dirty rag. They had been too focused on the child's face that they hadn't looked at anything else. For some reason they both felt a sense of dread as they removed the piece of cloth that obscured their vision of the child.

Not being able to hold in the gasps of surprise and shock, they looked at the ruined body of the figure. It was obvious that the child had taken a sword through the stomach, it took all of their self-control to not be sick. It had barely registered in their minds that someone could possibly do this to a child, horror soon turned in to fury and they both wanted to track down who had done this to the child and torture him for all the pain he had caused-which seemed to be quiet a lot-.

Elrohir ripped off part of his tunic and turned them in to strips, racking his brain he tried to search for some sort of solution. He knew that he did not have enough time to search for herbs he looked over to his brother and asked him to help wrap the cloth around the wound, keeping pressure on the wound so the bleeding would at least slow down he bandaged the wound and tied it tightly.

Elladan gently yet quickly picked up the unconscious figure and headed for their horses that were not to far away. Part of him hoped that the child would wake up just so he could see who was saving him, but he knew that if the child did wake up he would be in immense pain and he did not want that. Careful as to not wake their angel, Elladan climbed on to Assassin-I'm not sure if Assassin is Elrohir's horse or Elladan's- without a moment's hesitation, he sped ahead with Elrohir not far behind him.

Knowing all to well that the speed they were riding at was most likely aggravating their angel's wounds, they had to keep up the pace, fearing they would otherwise be too late. Already they could tell that the child's hair was losing it's glow and that their skin was becoming more like that of a sickly pale then it's previous ivory beauty.

Elladan and Elrohir couldn't help but sigh in relief as they saw the gates of Rivendell, speeding up ever so slightly – since they were already going almost as fast as their horses could take them- they sped right past the gate guards and straight to where they knew their father would be. The startled gate guards were about to sound the alarm for what they thought were intruders but once they saw the backs of the two twins they immediately stopped and thought about why the two elves were in such a hurry. Those two were pretty famous for getting in to trouble but this was the first time any of the guards had seen the two in such a hurry.

Since Elrohir didn't have the child with him, he jumped off his horse and sprinted towards his Ada's –Father's- study room. Not even bothering to hide his worry he ignored everyone's greetings and question, Elrohir not so elegantly smashed the doors open to see his Ada's surprised face. Elladan had just arrived behind him with the child in his arms. Elladan pleased,

"Ada, help. Please help."