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In the time where all the creatures of Middle-earth were endangered by moving forces of evil. In a time courage was more outstanding then stance. In a time when it was more then "magical" to fall in love. This is a story of two elves. Megilindon,blade-singer in elvish, was a trained warrior of Rivendell. Athletic, agile, and alert. He had blonde hair and deep brown eyes. It was the brown of tree bark, you could look into them and melt like a chocolate bar. Kalonice,beauty, was born in Mirkwood and had skill with a bow. Poetic, pretty and peaceful. She had golden hair, all the shades of a sun ray, that was not as long as most elf maidens. It was cut half-way between her elegant shoulders and elbows. Both were elves, as I have told you, so they were intelligent, wise, graceful and lightfooted. Elves are immortal, I am sure you know of that so imagine not being sick or in danger of dying (unless in battle). Thier connection with nature made them so different from men and other races. They were respectful and not greedy. They were tall and not short. The Fellowship had broken, Merri and Pippin with Treebeard, Frodo and Sam with Smeagol, Aragorn, Legolas and Gimili were in on the road to Helm's Deep. Megilindon was in the shelter of Rivendell, practing his arching skills in a small garden beside the waterfalls. He squinted from the sun to see his target. Before he let the arrow shoot through the air he stopped to lower his bow. He sensed someone drawing near. Kalonice walked upon the stepping stones quickly to escape her parents so she too can practice her aim. Both unaware of each other's intentions Kalonice turned into the clearing and stopped. He and she met eye to eye. They stood for a momment, thier hearts struggling to speak. "Vedui', Greetings." Kalonice wore a long heavanly white dress. It's sleeves covered her hands and the hem touched the ground. Megilindon did not notice the high slits in the sides of the skirt until she walked beside him to load her bow. When she did this her sleeves fell to her wrists and grey leather was visable. It was buckled onto her wrists and forearm to provide stiffnes when shooting. Megilindon had never seen a lady like her before. And before he would know it, he would find that she was more then a lady. The first feature he noticed of her was her eyes. They were green. They were not the usual forest green seen in the eyes of most woodland realm elves. They were a bright, happy green. The green you see in spring. The green of new, young life. And she had this almost glow about her. Without showing any worry of the world or fear of war she went on silently. Megilindon had only her on his mind.
It was awkaward, being so near one another and not uttering but one word. It did not take more then that one word for them to know.
In the time where all the creatures of Middle-earth were endangered by moving forces of evil. In a time courage was more outstanding then stance. In a time when it was more then "magical" to fall in love. This is a story of two elves. Megilindon,blade-singer in elvish, was a trained warrior of Rivendell. Athletic, agile, and alert. He had blonde hair and deep brown eyes. It was the brown of tree bark, you could look into them and melt like a chocolate bar. Kalonice,beauty, was born in Mirkwood and had skill with a bow. Poetic, pretty and peaceful. She had golden hair, all the shades of a sun ray, that was not as long as most elf maidens. It was cut half-way between her elegant shoulders and elbows. Both were elves, as I have told you, so they were intelligent, wise, graceful and lightfooted. Elves are immortal, I am sure you know of that so imagine not being sick or in danger of dying (unless in battle). Thier connection with nature made them so different from men and other races. They were respectful and not greedy. They were tall and not short. The Fellowship had broken, Merri and Pippin with Treebeard, Frodo and Sam with Smeagol, Aragorn, Legolas and Gimili were in on the road to Helm's Deep. Megilindon was in the shelter of Rivendell, practing his arching skills in a small garden beside the waterfalls. He squinted from the sun to see his target. Before he let the arrow shoot through the air he stopped to lower his bow. He sensed someone drawing near. Kalonice walked upon the stepping stones quickly to escape her parents so she too can practice her aim. Both unaware of each other's intentions Kalonice turned into the clearing and stopped. He and she met eye to eye. They stood for a momment, thier hearts struggling to speak. "Vedui', Greetings." Kalonice wore a long heavanly white dress. It's sleeves covered her hands and the hem touched the ground. Megilindon did not notice the high slits in the sides of the skirt until she walked beside him to load her bow. When she did this her sleeves fell to her wrists and grey leather was visable. It was buckled onto her wrists and forearm to provide stiffnes when shooting. Megilindon had never seen a lady like her before. And before he would know it, he would find that she was more then a lady. The first feature he noticed of her was her eyes. They were green. They were not the usual forest green seen in the eyes of most woodland realm elves. They were a bright, happy green. The green you see in spring. The green of new, young life. And she had this almost glow about her. Without showing any worry of the world or fear of war she went on silently. Megilindon had only her on his mind.
It was awkaward, being so near one another and not uttering but one word. It did not take more then that one word for them to know.