"Ada!" I cry out as I run into my father's waiting arms.

I smile brightly as he lifts me up into the air and says, "Mae Govannen Melethril." I wrap my arms around my father's broad shoulder and bury my face in his raven hair. "How are you Sell-amin?"

"I am slightly bored Ada, can I help you with your work?" I ask as he slowly sets me back down on my feet.

He smiles brightly as he gently takes my hands in his and says, "Melethril, you know your mother did not approve of you being a silversmith."

"But Ada I love creating things from silver and metal." I say pleading with him to allow me to help him.

"Perhaps later when you are older," He says as he gently pats the top of my hands.

"Ada, I am better at creating swords than I am at being a royal lady."

His soft blue eyes peer down into my emerald ones as he says, "I know you wish to follow in my footsteps but you need to forge your own path. Now go on, I'm sure Thranduil is looking for you."

I roll my eyes as I say, "Ada, No matter how much you and his father plan we will never be together."

My father smirks as he says, "Never say never my child, now go I must meet with the council to discuss our battles strategies." I nod curtly as I slowly watch him leave my sight. After Annatar's betrayal my father had vowed to make him pay. I sigh as I slowly turn and go to find Thranduil. It was true that my father, Celebrimbor, and Thranduil's father Oropher wanted us to wed one day; but I didn't want to be tied down to anyone.

As I slowly make my way through my home of Ost-in-Edhil, I think back to a time when everything was much simpler. I was so deep in thought that I didn't hear Thranduil walk up behind me. "Hiril vuin Melethril," I hear his voice call out and I smile softly as I turn to face him.

"Quel andune Thranduil," He was tall for an elf his age. Even though I was older than him he towered over me. I had to admit that he was handsome for an elf; his long silver like hair was just now passing his shoulders while his tiffany blue eyes shone out against the night sky like beacons of light. I pause my footsteps to wait for him to reach me. "How goes the battle plans?" I ask searching his face for an emotion that would betray him.

"I'm afraid nothing new has been said, save for them marching out on the morrow for a council with the dwarves of Khazad-dûm." He says his melodic voice ringing off the walls.

"I wish I could go with them. I can't stand just sitting idly by while Sauron is out there plotting his next betrayal." I say my anger starting to rise in my chest.

"Melethril, you are one of the most talented silversmiths I have ever had the pleasure of meeting but I fear the battlefield is not for you." He says as he gently takes my hand in his. "Why do you wish for death?"

"I do not wish for it, I just wish for equality. If I had been born a son I would be joining you on the battlefield."

His grip tightens on mine and his eyes find mine as he says, "But then I would not be able to be beside you."

I chuckle as I pull my hands from his and say, "You are my dearest and most loyal friend Thranduil, but I do not think of you that way; at least not now."

He nods and I notice the sadness in his eyes as he says, "Then I will take up no more of your time Hiril vuin." He walks away and I suddenly feel like a knife has pierced my heart. I watch him disappear before I clench my jaw and head back off through my home to the one place I felt happy, the forge. Little did I know of the wrath and ruin that would soon ensue?

A few days later I am sitting in my father's forge thinking about how I had just brushed off Thranduil when my father bursts through the door eyes wild with fear. "Melethril!" He calls out his voice full of panic.

I jump to my feet and say, "Ada what is it?" Suddenly I feel a presence behind me and I turn to see Annatar standing directly behind me, his fiery eyes glaring at me. I gulp down a breath of air as I slowly stumble backwards away from him.

"Annatar leave my child alone!" My father calls out as he tries to hurry to my side. Then like lightning Annatar's hand shoots out and wraps his fingers around my neck lifting me into the air. I flail around in his grasp kicking and scratching him in an attempt to free myself.

"Where are they Celebrimbor?" Annatar's distorted voice calls out to my father.

"You will never have them!" He says as he cautiously makes his way over to us.

"A-Ada!" I cough out the air starting to leave my lungs. Then with one last burst of adrenaline I lift my legs up and thrust them into his chest making him release me and stumble backwards. "Ada!" I cry out as I grasp my throat and run toward my father who quickly wraps his arms around me.

"Are you alright Melethril?" He asks his arms holding to me tightly.

"I am Ada," I say as I gently rub my throat. Then without another word a hoard of Orcs burst through the forge doors and rush us. My father and I fight against them until we are overrun.

I find myself on my knees a sword about to slit my throat when I her Annatar say, "Stop! No one is to harm her yet!" I stare at him confused as an Orc jerks me to my feet holding my arms behind my back. My eyes soon find my father who is now forcibly knelt down before Annatar. "I will not ask you again Celebrimbor where are the three rings you made in secret?"

Celebrimbor smirks as he says, "I will never tell you." I smile as I know that no matter what happens my father will not break. Annatar smirks as he says, "If you will not tell me, then I shall torture you and your offspring until you divulge their hiding place. Take them away," I suddenly feel a wave of fear flood over me and I stare at my father wide eyed.

"Do not fear my child; do not give them the satisfaction of seeing you in pain." He says as they drag him past me.

Tears threaten to fill my eyes but I keep them at bay. I didn't know what was going to happen but a fear of the unknown hovered over my body like a storm cloud. Even though I was facing torture I found that my mind faded back to Thranduil and what I wouldn't give to have him here with me.

The days that followed were full of tortures of every kind. Floggings, brandings, and my beautiful long auburn hair was cut right above my shoulders. Elves didn't cut their hair for if they did it never grew back. Days past and I still hadn't seen my father. They had kept us separate but I knew he wouldn't have wanted me to tell Annatar where the three rings were. I was starting to give up on surviving when all of the sudden I am ripped from my torture room and brought to the front line of battle where Sauron stood facing an army of elves.

My clothes were ripped and torn from the lashings the Orcs had given me that they barely covered my body. My eyes were blurry so it took me a moment to realize what was hanging like a standard from a flag pole. Blinking a few times my eyes widen in horror as I scream out in anguish at the sight before me. My father's tortured lifeless body was riddled with arrow as it hung from a banner pole. "ADA!!" I scream out as I try to fight against my captors and run to him.

"NO!!!" I scream out over and over again until my voice gives out. I fall to my knees tears pouring from my eyes. I felt like my heart had been ripped from my chest. I slowly turn to Sauron and suddenly feel an unknown rage feel my body. I jump to my feet and start running toward him only to get jerk backwards by a pair of shackles I didn't know I had chained to me. "I swear I will kill you!" I scream out at him as the Orcs forcibly drag me back away from him.

I hear the Orcs laugh around me and my body starts to radiate anger. I wanted nothing more than to slit all their throats. I look around me and quickly find the Orc who has the keys to my shackles. As I spot him I smile deviously. When all the chaos started I would free myself and get my revenge. I didn't dare look across the fields at the other elves. I just couldn't.

I hear Sauron give the order to attack and as the Orcs run past me I make my move. I jump over my hands placing them in front of me as I turn toward the Orc holding my chains. He stares at me like I am to be his next meal and I smirk as I rush him. He lunges his sword forward and I gracefully dodge it as I grab the keys from his belt. I quickly unlock my shackles and tossing them down to the ground grab a sword and dagger from a fallen Orc and start laying waste to all in my way.

I make my way to where my father was hanging and upon reaching him quickly cut him down and carry him away from the battle. When we are at a safe distance from the battlefield a gently place my father's body on the ground and once again feel the tears pour from my eyes. "Ada? Please wake up!" I say through my tears as I gently cup his face. "Please, I'll do anything. I will continue my studies I will stop being a smith please just come back to me!" My heart breaks as his eyes remain glossy with death.

"You're all I have left you cannot leave me. Please just open your eyes!" I beg him but I am too late. I am too busy mourning my father that I don't notice a group of men sneak up on me until they jump me. I thrash around in their clutch trying to get free but my energy was spent on freeing my father. As they drag me away I reach out my hand and scream out for my father, I couldn't just leave him there; but I had no choice. I felt a sharp pain in the back of my head then everything goes dark.