Author's Note: Hi to anyone who's reading this!
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Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings, I only own OCs such as Lucie. And Lothcrist- but that doesn't appear yet.
Chapter 1: Imladris, Third Age 1975
She was curled up in the branches of the tree nearest to the valley entrance, as she so often was these days. The dragon book in her hands would, on any other day, have had her complete concentration. On this day she barely understood what she was reading, for her thoughts so often strayed towards Angmar and the battles raging there. Impatiently she watched and listened for any sign of the returning warriors of Imladris, if they were to return.
She was a young elleth still, of age but little more than that. Often she would be mistaken (by intention or by accident) for a child. In all her years, she had grown little past her height as an elfling.
Her name was ColluinicĂ« FĂrcenedril. As a child she had been more often called Lucie, and the few who knew her well had never been much inclined to lengthen her name again, whether she was of age or not of age.
At this moment she had begun thinking of apples, and rather mourning that there was not an apple-tree nearby, and wondering whether she ought to leave her 'post' and search out some luncheon. It was past midday and Lucie had barely eaten breakfast in her haste to come out to this tree and watch.
As it turned out, this question was not to matter much, for there in the distance she saw them- the forces of Imladris returning home. There in the distance she heard them coming.
Her heartbeat quickened madly, and not entirely from excitement. It was only when she saw them that she began to fear whether or not Ada or Amathel or Amdiron would be among them.
Lucie shut the dragon book and rested it on a nearby branch, where it was utterly forgotten.
Barely breathing, she waited. Purple eyes scanned faces rather desperately until she saw her ada, battle-weary but well. She sucked in a deep, contented breath and leaned back against the tree.
Before a terribly long while had passed, the warriors began to march back into the valley of Imladris.
"Mae govannen!" Lucie called, as was her custom. Most turned towards her, cheered by her merry childish call, and shouted the greeting back to her. "Mae govannen!"
She climbed down to the lowest branch and stood upon it, waiting again until Ada came near her tree. "Ada! Mae govannen!" she called.
He looked up and smiled at her. "Mae govannen, iellig!" He opened his arms for an embrace, as he always did, and Lucie jumped down to him.
"What of Angmar?" she asked.
"Angmar has fallen," Ada said. "And-before you ask-it was not nearly so beautiful as our lovely Imladris."
Lucie nodded solemnly. "I do not imagine it was."
He smiled. "Lucie- you can tell your Nana that we can sail, now that I will not be needed to fight Angmar."
"Nana will be pleased."
"Good. Now run along and tell her, little one." He set her back on the ground. "I will come find both of you shortly."
"I am of age, Ada! I am not little!" she cried indignantly as she skipped away.
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Tatharion watched his daughter fondly. Child or not, it hardly mattered now. In a matter of days, she would be safe forever.