<span style="font-style: italic">Her name was Threna Nightshade, she happened to be the daughter of the Dark High Elf King Teorn Nightshade. She was a rather well built girl with the height of 5'5 and the light weighed of 110lbs. She was slender built yet rather toned, she had palm sized breasts. Her body had pure black flesh, her hair was long and white and fell down her back in a braid. She eyes were white as well, yes she was blind but she had the power to see with her mind. She was also good with a bow and a sword and sometimes she had visions as well of the past and the future. Anyways her family had just been attacked and slaughtered in front of her very own mind's eye.<br/><br/>Her father had been beheaded and her mother struck by an arrow. Her siblings were dead as well and their kingdom had been burned to the ground. She was the only survivor among the bed, the rest of her people hopefully had ran off and were hidden. The man who was to blame for this slaughter was her Uncle, the younger brother of her Father. However she had was not going to be left to die however, now messages had been scent by the wood sprites to the Elven Elders about what was happening. Lord Elrond of Rivendell and King Thranduil of Mirkwood and Threna's good friend, Lady Galadirel of Lady of Lothlórien.<br/><br/>Threna lay there among the bodies of the dead, she was the only heir left to her Kingdom, so that is why the Elder's were in a hurry to get to her before she had passed on. Threna however would not die easily though even though she had sword wounds and three arrows stuck in her shoulder she was fighting for her life. She would get revenge on her Uncle for slaughtering her family like this. Her ears were already picking up the sound of horse hooves and she knew someone was coming for her. She was so glad that the wood sprites had checked that she was alive and went to tell the others. "By the Graces please hurry." Threna whimpered as she slowly tried to push herself up.</span>