Lindale raised her bow, the intricket wood grasped in her elegant hand. Vines and blue birds danced around the shaft as she notched an her fingers over the teal and white feathers that graced the ends of her arrows. Stretching the bow until the tension was at its limit. breathing in and out softly with a strong stance and a slightly higher elbow. the elleth aimed at the target present at the end of the clearing. A soft breeze caused her hair tickling the back of her neck and temporarily block Lindale's vision.
Before she could release the arrow, the ever so graceful steps of another elf met her ears. whipping her head around aiming at the new target. To Lindale's surprise it was lord Elrond.

"Oh...forgive me my lord" her voice lowering as her bow did the same.

"Lindale" lord Elrond began "I need to speak with you" he gestured with his hands for the elleth to follow. She turned on the spot with great speed releasing the tension from her bow and hit the target slightly off center, she once again turned on the spot to follow after the older elf.

They walked through the gardens that graced the outskirts of Riverdale in silence. Each time Lindale passed these gardens she could not take her eyes of the beauty they bestowed upon the Elven city. Finally They reached a flight of stairs leading to lord Elrond's personal library. A pair of dark wooden doors met them at the top of the stairs, one of the delicately designed doors was slightly a jar allowing outsiders a peak at the wonders the private library had to offer. Lord Elrond pushed the door that seemed to have been grown that way, open gesturing for Lindale to enter first. She walked in to the spacious study, it was in the shape of a cross, the first three points were majestic walls of books both new and old many with forgotten or long lost stories. On each wall was a ladder that slid along the selves allowing one to access even the highest shelf. The last point of the room in which lord Elrond was standing was graced by outside balconies covered by cream shear curtains giving the lord or rivendell some privacy, in the centre of this point was a large oak desk covered in discarded books and old maps. He put one hand on the desk and leaned on it ever so slightly. Lindale's eyes left the wondrous room that was her surroundings and met that of lord Elrond's.

"Lindale "he began "I shall get straight to the point, there is a council to be held tomorrow afternoon I wish for you to attend this". He paused as she gave him a confused look.

"What is this council about my lord?"

"The council will include members from all races of middle earth and it is to decide the fate of the one ring."

A small gasp escaped her lips. "Why would you want me there" I asked "Surly there was some one more skilled than I to be apart of this council"

"Nay there is not a more suitable re-presenter of Riverdale and that of the nymphs" lord Elrond gave her a stern but reassuring look.

"Very well my lord, if it is your wish." Lindale bowed her head in respect and understanding. Before the elleth could leave the study lord Elrond's voice sounded in the room "wait, Lindale I request that you wear this to the council" he spoke hopefully as he handed a large box to the elleth.
Lindale looked at the box lord Elrond had given her, curiously she opened the lid. A beautiful dark royal blue and silver dress graced the inside of the box. Looking up quickly at Elrond a small gasp escaped her lips. "But surely you would want the everningstar to wear such a dress that would compliment her beauty"

Lord Elrond sighed " Lindale, my dear you are as much of a daughter to me as Arwen and your beauty is as fitting for this dress as that of her, however I had this dress made for you and to frame your own beauty, though it seems you are yet to see it. "

"Thank you my lord" Lindale said grinning from ear to ear "I will not let you down at tomorrows council" and with that she gracefully left the study.

Making her way up to her room with her bow, quiver and new dress. She stared at the ceiling which was graced with beautiful engravings of birds and vines running through the wood. Lindale turned the corner and headed up the stairs to a room on the top level in which lord Elrond had given her so she could take of and land easily. Reaching her room she flopped down on the bed and sighed loudly. 'Would a council full of strange males even consider her opinion?' considering it for a while she decided probably not. "I'm just going to have to work on that"

"Work on what?" Lindale flipped her head around and saw non other than Gandalf at her door.

"Gandalf!" she jumped up and nearly knocked the wizard over in her attempts to hug him. "Long time no see."

"ah, your strange use of words hasn't failed you after all child" he replied hugging her warmly.

"I assume that you have been invited to the secret council m child" he gestured towards the dress still in the box.

"You would be correct Gandalf and I assume you have been invited as well" a cheeky grin spreading across her fair features.

"Of course, but I believe you still have not answered my question little one" he raised one eyebrow

"Do not worry Gandalf I was only thinking out loud"

"Very well then I shall see you at the council tomorrow, farewell Lindale." the elderly wizard turned and left the room.

"See you Gandalf" Elwin called after him.

Lindale let out a long deep sigh 'Tomorrow shall be interseting, but i belive its time to stretch.' she walked over to the balcony, removed her cloak and stood apon the marble railing. A soft shower of teal sparkels rained over the young female and a pair of beautiful pearl white wings with teal tips graced her back. The wind gentely ruffled her primary flight feathers sending a tickelish sensation down her back. Casting a hand out into the night, a warm current assecnded into the sky. With out another moments hesitation the elleth stepped of the balconey snaping her wings out to catch the current soaring upwards the familure wind danced around the elegent and magical being. Coasting on the currents for a while around the boarders of rivendale Lindale was faintly aware of someone watching her. Shrugging it off she continued her childish play in the sky.

OoO Legolas's pov OoO

"Legolas" came Aragons voice smashing through the prince's train of thought.

"Hmm?" he couldnt drag his eyes away from the sky there was something that baffaled him about the night sky in rivendale, it had a more magical aura to it than any other place on middle earth.

Aragon sighed "whats on your mind mellon nin" (my friend) Legolas turned to look at is friend but something in the sky behind aragon caught his attention.

"Aragon!" was all he could manage as he pointed to something in the sky." A winged being is flying around the skys of rivendale."

"Ah. It seems you have spotted Lindale, she is an elf like you but she posseses Nymph linarige explained Aragon.

Lindale? Lindale is elvish for music

"Yes she has a rather interesting talent for music, but i belive its getting late i will see you at the counsil tomorrow. tenna' tul' re, quel du mellon nin" (untill tomorrow, good night my friend.)

"uma, quel du mellon nin"

(yes, good night my friend.)

END OF CHAPTER 1