The History of Faerfaen

[Fae]

Kindred
Faerfaen was a noble elf once. She was of close kin to Thingol and once dwelt in the Forest of Neldoreth near the River Esgalduin. She had nine brothers and was the only girl in her family. Her mother was Meldë and her father was Bellon. Though her family was considered nobility, they were by no means noble. Seven of her nine siblings tormented her relentlessly. All save her twin, Mírion, and their younger brother, Seidiron, whom they protected. Those three were the youngest of the ten children and were the strongest of mind. The older seven were muscular and beautiful to look upon, all save their eyes. For their eyes showed what they were truely like on the inside, foul and repulsive.

Appearance
Now Mírion and Faer. were alike in face and temperance, but Faer. was only 6'1" when grown into full stature, while Mírion was nearly 6'7"(according to current standards). Faer. was younger by three minutes and was never allowed to forget it, as in most cases with twins. She had light brown hair to her waist, while his was of the same color but only reached his shoulder blades. Both shared blue/grey eyes with an underlying beauty. For this, their older brothers loathed them. Remarkably, they were both skilled hunters and often took the king what they killed. Mírion dressed in deep dark blues, while Faer. loved white and grey.

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[Fae]

Past
Never had Faer stayed home without Mírion before, especially when she had a chance to hunt. But, this time was different, she had caught something that had weakend her so much that she hadn't been able to leave her room. Mírion had been sent away on a hunt along with a few of his brothers and she had no choice but to stay home instead. She was utterly disgusted with the idea, but, as was stated before, she had not the choice. She had just begun to drift off to sleep when her door opened and Belegar, her eldest brother, stepped in.
She pretended to be asleep, and kept her eyes just slightly open. He was carrying something, a daggar! As he drew near, she knew what it was intended for. She shut her eyes completely, hoping and pretending it was just a vicious nightmare. He was already halfway across the room with his eyes on her when she realized it was indeed not a nightmare. Well, nightmare or not, she then decided that she was going to defend herself even if she had to kill her own kindred. She opened her eyes and saw clearly that he had gone to the brewery and had too much! As she leapt out of bed, he rushed toward her. She grabbed her desk chair and, with all the strength left in her, she shrieked and lunged at him. As he was not expecting much resistance from her, she landed it on his head. It broke, making an enormous racket that echoed throughout the house. Not really a suprise to her, but not a soul came to her aid. None of the servants dared cross the eldest son of Bellon.
Seeing that he had been stunned for a time, she took the oppurtunity and within 5 minutes, she was packed and ready to leave. She rushed downstairs and stole her father's most treasured possession, his sword.
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Meanwhile, Belegar stumbled down the stairs. As he did so, he kept his eyes on Faer and drew his sword (he had left his dagger in her room). Just as Faer had grasped the hilt of their father's beloved sword, the point of his blade reached the middle of her back. As he was about to be rid of his wretched sister, he felt a stinging pain in his side, grunted, and remembered nothing more. At the slight pain in her back, Faer turned to see Belegar fall to the ground and Mírion stand before her, blood fresh on his sword. Partly out of rage, partly out of jealousy, she slammed her father's weapon against the stone mantle it had once lain upon until she managed to break it at the hilt. Then she again turned to Mírion and reached for him. For a moment they stood there, hugging one another. At once she jumped back with fear in her eyes. Mírion looked from her wet, horror striken face to the body which lay on the floor. It was the body of the eldest son and heir of Bellon murderd by his own brother. They both understood the situation they had now fallen into.
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