Elenion
" *Thoughts*"
" Westron"
" )Black Speech/ Parseltongue("
" ~Elvish~"
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Pain…. At the fragile age of eight, that was all one Freak knew. He even forget what it was to laugh and feel joy, if he ever had, having been raised how he was. The only friend he's ever had was the small garden snake that would accompany him when he was told to take care of Aunt Petunia's garden, or be beaten otherwise, or rather, beaten more.
Tonight's beating was one of the worse, as he now lay in his small little cupboard, on the musty, rotting mattress, stained with blood, urine, and feces. Every part of him hurt, he could taste the metallic flavor of blood in his mouth, and his breathing was more ragged than it has been the other times Uncle Vernon turned his fist on him. His eyes were starting to feel heavy, but he wasn't tired yet. He shouldn't be tired.
Maybe the end has finally come. Would he go to heaven, or down to the bad place like they said he would.
He took in a shuttered breath, this time with less effort. He felt a tear streak down his face as he eyes drifted closed for the last time.
Yes... He was ready for it to end.
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The Valar watched the small child from where they were, mixed feeling all around them, but the shared agreement that the child deserved another chance… A better chance. Perhaps in a different world, where children were valued and loved. Yes, they would help this child, as the child would help many in return, when he grew of age.
With that in mind, each of the Valar reached out towards the child, lifting him from the darkness and shadows, their magic changing him to be one of their favored race, as his body deaged to that of a toddler, adjusting to his age.
They then searched all of Middle Earth until they found the one, and with words of luck and blessing, they sent the small child to be found by his new family.
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A woman, a lone elf with blonde hair, tied back, with a tunic and pants that were for comfort and cover only, was walking along the paths of Mirkwood, no fear in her worn eyes. The birds were singing and the forest was calm for now, so she felt no danger. Even with the sun was setting and starts were starting to speckle the sky.
Although, her peace was short-lived when the strange sound of crying reached her ears, through the trees, and she swiftly became alert, turning towards the sound, and rushed in that direction, ignoring any signs of danger until she came across a small clearing, a babe laying on the grass in the middle, proving that he has a good pair of lungs as he wailed and whines.
The elven woman blinked in awe and confusion, and she slowly walked towards the child, seeing pointed ears through the mass of obsidian black hair," ~An elfling?~" She then bent down, picking up the child gently, whom then immediately stopped crying and looked up at her, emerald eyes meeting grey as the child gave a smile, a few teeth showing, as the child seemed to be currently teething.
To that end, the woman chuckled, and sat down, holding the babe closer, as he reached out, tugging on a lock loose hair,"~ And where do you come from, Little One?~"
The elfling cooed in response and the elf smiled," Alone here, you must be a gift, as there are none besides me present to care for you. I am called Melda, and you shall be..." She checked the babe's gender, and then looked back at his face. She then glanced up, the stars seeming to shine brighter than they ever had before," ~You shall be Elenion, like the stars that witness our meeting.~"
She then stood up, Elenion still in her arms, as Melda started towards her little hut, that was safe enough from the dangers within Mirkwood, as she made it so. She then looked down at Elenion, as they walked, her tan skin in great contrast to the child's snow white skin, and she lifted him up, nuzzling him slightly, causing him to giggle,"~ You will grew true and strong. A shining hope in the darkest of times, My Little Star.~"
If only Melda knew how right she was.