I sat down by the fire, waiting for an explanation. Waiting for them to tell me what happened to my real parents. Waiting to see who I really was. "Your parents were elves of Mirkwood. And one day they were traveling, with you, still a small baby. They took rest not far from Rivendell. Orcs invaded their camp, and we found you in a cradle next to their bodies not a day later. You were hungry and sick, so we took you in, knowing you had nowhere to go. Gwendolyn, you have to understand that we only meant to protect you. We were going to take you back, to the elves, but... I couldn't bring myself to let you go. You were so little, such wide, curious blue eyes, such a sweet little smile."

I stared at the ground for the longest time, not knowing what to say, or knowing exactly what to say yet wondered weather to say it.
"I.... I need to go." "Gwen-" "no! You kept this from me, not out of love, out of greed. You could've taken me back!! I could have been normal, fit in rather than be shunned by my peers because I'm a bit taller and I have pointed ears! But no, I was 'too adorable' to be raised by my own people?! Is that what you were thinking?! Did you realize that by keeping me, you brought me to the brink?" I shouted. The whole village could hear me, but I was too selfish to notice and too angry to care.

Before they could say another word, I ran up to my room, packing clothes into a bag and grabbing my knives. I had learned to use them as a defense, or to just prepare meat for supper. I was never allowed a sword or a bow, so I trained myself with a knife.
I climbed out of my window, pulling up my cloaks hood to block the rain. I swung down and landed on my feet, walking away from the house I grew up in.

They said that my parents died near Rivendell. So that's where I was headed.

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Finding Rivendell wasn't hard; it was one of those places where one would love to retire, and there were plenty of ways to get to it. Over the past few weeks I have become very skilled with a bow that I found in the woods. It looked to be of elvish make, so I assumed it was good.
I was almost to Rivendell when I spotted something weird. An abandoned campsite, bones and weapons riddled across it. Broken wood splintered across dead grass, and red fabric and cloth were torn and dragged around.
Is this it? Is this where they...?
My blood boiled. They died right outside of Rivendell, basically on their doorstep... and their bones riddle this sight to this day. The elves didn't even bother finding them, let alone burying them. I ran to the woods, not only fighting off anger, but tears as well. I thought maybe someone cared. I was almost regretting leaving that house that was so far away now.
I swung my knives and threw one in a fit of rage. I heard a Yelp and a thump and looked up. There, where my knife landed, was a wolf. It collapsed and I knelt by it, looking at its wound. The knife went in deep. My eyes watered, knowing that this was my fault, that my rage and anger caused this innocent creature so much pain. I stroked it's fur gently, whispering and silently sobbing into its pelt.

That wolf died in my arms.
I cried for quite a while, not caring about the time, or place. I heard whimpers and looked up from the limp body. There, walking from the shadows, was a wolf pup. My heard sank as I realized this was its mother. The little wolf looked at its mom, whimpering and crawling closer. I went to pet it, but it flinched away. I reached into my pack, slowly pulling out a piece of dried meat. It sniffed at it, before nibbling. I set the food down for it to eat. It did so, with caution but hunger. The poor thing must be starving. So I stayed with it, covering its mother's body with a blanket.
I raised that wolf pup and we were loyal to each other, and side by side we had adventures. Sure, I missed human conversation, but I preferred the wolf pup. At first, I could not choose a name for the grey furred pup, but I ended on Storm. It described the color of her pelt, and the fierce look in her pale blue eyes.
Over time, Storm helped me get over my anger, and helped me through so much. Who knew that an animal could make a life worth while?
My fate would forever be tied with hers, and hers with mine. We were inseparable, with code whistles and barks, it's like we could speak the same language. I didn't need anyone else
I didn't want anyone else.