In the Home of Elrond of Rivendell, there is a warrior known for her skill and grace in combat and by the rare color of her eyes. Mantheniel, who had also been called "flame of the dragon" had spent her life training to become a warrior to protect t...
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Ash falls down on the village like snow. A graveyard now lays where the humble city of Calaer once stood. A group of elves come to scavenge what they can, seeing as to there was nothing more they could do. One of the company is the Lord of Rivendell.
Elrond could do nothing but mourn for his kin that were unaware of the dragon's sudden wrath. He watches as the city that stood beautifully by the sea was now reduced to ashes and bones. Why had he not foreseen such destruction? When he could not take anymore, he signals his men to retreat back to Rivendell, there was nothing more they could do.
"Lord Elrond! Tiro! (Look!)" His captain, Ellithior, calls. Lord Elrond watches as Ellithior makes his way to the far end corner of the city when his eyes land on what Ellithior had found. Her hair burned in the color of dragon fire. She was probably just 30 years of age gifted with the elves fair skin and bore the strangest color of eyes he had seen. She had just crawled out of her hiding place underground. In her hand she had grasped a dagger of pure silver that glinted beneath the sun, a blade that was without a doubt made by elves.
Lord Elrond watches Ellithior get off his horse, leaving his weapons behind to show the young elleth he meant no harm. The young elleth watches Ellithior for a moment before bringing her own weapon down, her hair flowing wildly with the wind. Lord Elrond thought it was time to approach the young elleth as well, careful not to scare her. When he was at a meters distance the little elleth falls down as Ellithior moves fast to catch her before falling on the ground. Lord Elrond moves quickly, getting off his own horse and walking towards the girl now unconscious in Ellithior's arms.
"What do we do, my lord?" Ellithior asks, his dark eyes filled with worry for the only survivor of such destruction. Lord Elrond kneels down and places a hand on the elleth's forehead, noticing the burns that had covered most of the right part of her body. The rest of their company merely watched with both worry and curiosity.
"We take her back to Rivendell, there she can properly heal." Was Lord Elrond's order as he pulls his hands away.
"What has happened to her?" Ellithior asks as he takes charge of the elleth and carries her back with him to his horse, walking side by side with Elrond.
"She has been gripped by fear, her mind is being swallowed by the darkness."
"She is too young to have witnessed such a horrible thing." He pulls himself up his horse as Ellithior rides his own, the little elleth carefully placed in front of him.
"Will she be okay in Rivendell, my lord?"
"Such memories are not one can easily overcome, Ellithior." Lord Elrond could not ignore the concern his captain had for the strange elf, he had always known that Ellithior and his wife had wanted a daughter, but could never conceive one.
"She will be happy in Rivendell, that much I can guarantee you, Mellon nin (My friend)." He reassures him, Ellithior nods his head, securing the little elleth with him before they ride back to Rivendell.
