The Unforgiven { Legolas x OC - LotR Fanfiction}

A shadow of the past

Author's Note: A new video/ trailer (part one) is A tribute to Legolas & Ethir! Enjoy! 

After the five armies' battle was over, Saruman the White ensured Gandalf the Grey, 'to leave Sauron to him.' Gandalf trusted his words since he was the wisest among the wizards. His lust for power led him to side with Sauron (even yearning to take his place.) Secretly, (at first) he started to plot against the faith of Middle Earth and aided Sauron in finding the Ring. Seeking the one ring, he found more truths about Sauron than anyone had. But, what really caught his attention was the rumors that Sauron may have offspring.

Sauron ... Sauron was originally a Maia... how could he leave behind any descendants? He was a Maia spirit and not as mighty as the Valar. Mairon was one of the most if not the most powerful Maia ... Despite his defeat, Sauron was not vanquished permanently... he would need a connection with this world. More than 'The ring of power' someone in flesh and blood.

Saruman's thoughts were right. After many searches, he had proof that the Servant of Morgoth (Sauron) left behind a child, a son. He was a son of his blood and darkness. His son got married and had a son too. His wife died giving birth to the child. Years after, the son of his was slain, living behind a son. Generation after Generation, a son would be born, the mother would die (after giving birth), and the father would be murdered (or slain). And for two and a half thousand years, Sauron's roots remain on middle earth, hidden and forgotten. The time had now come again. For the forgotten Evil to rise.

Lord of Isengard, lay hands on the child. The Palantir foretold where the child was located. Only, after thousands of years, it wasn't a boy. It was a girl. As legend had it, her mother perished after giving birth to her. Her father months later died. Saruman went himself and brought the child to Isengard. The discovery was a major secret that he planned to keep for himself (Until needed.) He was shocked when he noticed that it was a girl. Her name was Ethir. A name her mother chose before she perished. A child with pale and soft skin like hers and dark colors. She looked like she was pure, royal, or elfish.

"Ethir. The last bloodline remains in the Middle-Earth. You may be more valuable than you think, little one." Saruman told her. Little Ethir gave him a giggle.

Ethir was raised in Isengard. Saruman never hid the child. He never revealed to anyone who she really was. He gave her access to most parts of Isengard. He made sure Ethir was taught the history, legends, and myths of Middle-Earth. She was taught Western, Elvish (including Quenya and Sindarin), and some Dwarfish (Khuzdul). When she was five, her training in a fist to fist, fencing/swordplay, and archery started. She was raised for one purpose only. To be the right hand of Saruman.

Ethir, or the fearless shadow, was known by many names. She wasn't a Dúnedain. But she was not a simple human either. Her longevity did not decrease as much as that of men. She had more stamina, power, and will than other humans. It was noticeable at a young age.

She was often trained with Orcs, Goblins, and any dark creature that Saruman thought wise to have her trained. At age 15, she chose her first sword. Although she was quite good at archery, she liked blades more. It made it easier for her to get closer to the enemy and slay him. Her sword was one of a kind. It was crafted by the Woodland Realm's Elves, designed to be wielded double-handed, but so beautifully weighted and balanced that each can be wielded with one hand. It was silver, and the outline was gold.

Actually, two blades were made hundreds of centuries ago. One was owned by the King of the Woodland Realm, Thranduil. The second was crafted for his wife, Raeves. After her death, it was lost and found by Ethir in an old weapons hall. The sword itself held many secrets. Ethir was amazed by its texture, lightness, design, and balance. She delved and found out about its history that it was crafted in the Woodland Realm. That the Elvenking had a similar one. And that it was an essential blade.