(A/N: It's not mine, it belongs to Tolkien because he is a genius. This is my first attempt at a story on FanFiction.net, so please review.)

Long ago, in the mystical and far-off land of Middle-Earth, there was a young elf-maiden. Her name was Luthien. She lived in the lovely Elf haven of Rivendell, ruled by the noble and generous Lord Elrond.

Luthien had a special love for the kind Elf-lord, as he had taken her in when her mother, father, and baby brother had died in a orc attack. The orcs had ambushed the family when they were traveling from Lorien, which was where Luthien was originally from, hence her long, luxurious golden waterfall of hair, to see relatives in Rivendell. Luthien could hardly bear to remember it. The orcs had killed her mother, father, and her young brother. They also harmed Luthien with a poison orc-sword. She still, to this day, has a horrible scar on her left forearm.

The elf-girl had been found that horrid day by the two handsome, young sons of Lord Elrond, Elladan and Elrohir. Elrohir was the more handsome of the two, with his long, soft, slightly windblown midnight hair and long, elegant fingers. With their amazing battle skills, the warrior pair killed off the orcs and carried Luthien to their father, the esteemed healer Elrond.

He had saved her, for she was near death and in pain, but she bore it silently and without complaint.

Now she was a lovely young elk maiden, with long, silky hair as golden as the trees of Lorien, her past home, and dancing silvery green eyes and a slender body with curves in all the right places. She had dainty features and petite ankles, perfect for her favorite hobby, dancing.

Many a young male elf had been entranced by Luthien's dancing in the lush forests of Rivendell. She had never seen them watching her, and if she had, she would not know why they would have been so captivated. Luthien, unlike so many of the other vain young, pretty elf maids, hadn't a clue. why everyone thought that she was so beautiful. She thought that she was rather plain, on the contrary.

At the moment, Luthien was in Elrond's study, talking to the closest thing to a father that she had. "You have grown to be so beautiful, Tintalle (Elvish for Star-child)"

Luthien laughed, and her laugh was like silver falling from the clouds. "Glorfindel just told me that yesternight, Ada."

Elrond laughed as well, though his laugh was not as long or as lovely as Luthien's. "It's true, child. I am amazed that there aren't one thousand young elf-lords at the doorstep, begging for your hand in marriage."

"Don't be so silly." Luthien turned to one of the many windows looking out on the lovely landscape of Rivendell. "Perhaps, one day, I will find my true love. He will ride up on a lovely white long-legged horse and carry me back to his mighty kingdom, where I shall reign as queen for the rest of my long life." She smiled impishly. "I hope that I shall as a good a ruler as you, Ada."

"I'm sure that you shall, Tintalle."

Suddenly, one of Elrond's advisors ran into the room. "My lord and lady," he cried, bowing to each of them and kissing Luthien's hand, causing her to blush and giggle femininly. "Master Elrond! Your daughter...she is lying on the marble floor of her bedroom! Lord Glorfindel found her, and your sons are with her, but we do not know what is wrong with her! Please...you must come!"