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family, snow elves etc. All other characters J.R.R Tolkin would have to
take the credit
Prologue She loved the forest. She loved to just sit in the trees and let her hair flow into the wind. Listen to the trees stories. For they were her only friends. Yes, she had her family, but there was really no one who understood her. All the girls from her home just dressed up and went to dances and spent their time in front of a mirror. There was nothing really the matter with boys. Though, when she offered to be included in their competitions she was rejected. She never really knew why. She could never understand, and though she thought about it all the time she could never come up with a terrible fault of hers. Except for one thing. She was usually silent.
That was most likely it. She didn't usually speak unless spoken to. She never usually engaged in activities with other elves. She loved to see the forest. To ride her horse Nephridel. To just live in the freedom that she was born into. Yes, she was princess of her fathers kingdom. She did not act like a princess at all though. Most likely though because she was born with a spirit that refused to be told what to do. She never listened to her mothers teachings of how to act the part of a lady. She hardly wore dresses. She learned the ways of tracking and fighting instead. She gained wisdom from the trees, her quickness from the wind, her strength from the storm, her gentleness from the snow, and her quietness from the night. She was a snow elf. The only pure one left.
Her parents knew from the beggining that she was. Her untameable spirit, her love towards nature, and she even looked like a pure snow elf. She was not tall but not short. She had long dark brown hair that turn a shade lighter near the end that reached to her waist. She had fair skin and yet she had some freckles that proved her to spend much of her time outdoors. Though, most of all was her eyes. They were a beautiful shade of an ice blue. They were the doorway to her soul and they mirrored her wisdom. Those eyes, were the key to her heritage of the snow elves. Learning and watching in silence.
For that is what most were afraid of. Her silence. She watched and hardly spoke. When you turned and saw her eyes. For her eyes. Her manner was as if she knew something about you in which others did not. She would not tell, but the thought that she knew. She just watched, and that watchful gaze of hers made them feel as if she had read their soul and knew their secret. That was the only reason. She was wise beyond many. They respected her, but did not go any farther than that. She was friendly, but everyone was still uneasy. For that blue gaze of hers could unnerve a balrog.
Prologue She loved the forest. She loved to just sit in the trees and let her hair flow into the wind. Listen to the trees stories. For they were her only friends. Yes, she had her family, but there was really no one who understood her. All the girls from her home just dressed up and went to dances and spent their time in front of a mirror. There was nothing really the matter with boys. Though, when she offered to be included in their competitions she was rejected. She never really knew why. She could never understand, and though she thought about it all the time she could never come up with a terrible fault of hers. Except for one thing. She was usually silent.
That was most likely it. She didn't usually speak unless spoken to. She never usually engaged in activities with other elves. She loved to see the forest. To ride her horse Nephridel. To just live in the freedom that she was born into. Yes, she was princess of her fathers kingdom. She did not act like a princess at all though. Most likely though because she was born with a spirit that refused to be told what to do. She never listened to her mothers teachings of how to act the part of a lady. She hardly wore dresses. She learned the ways of tracking and fighting instead. She gained wisdom from the trees, her quickness from the wind, her strength from the storm, her gentleness from the snow, and her quietness from the night. She was a snow elf. The only pure one left.
Her parents knew from the beggining that she was. Her untameable spirit, her love towards nature, and she even looked like a pure snow elf. She was not tall but not short. She had long dark brown hair that turn a shade lighter near the end that reached to her waist. She had fair skin and yet she had some freckles that proved her to spend much of her time outdoors. Though, most of all was her eyes. They were a beautiful shade of an ice blue. They were the doorway to her soul and they mirrored her wisdom. Those eyes, were the key to her heritage of the snow elves. Learning and watching in silence.
For that is what most were afraid of. Her silence. She watched and hardly spoke. When you turned and saw her eyes. For her eyes. Her manner was as if she knew something about you in which others did not. She would not tell, but the thought that she knew. She just watched, and that watchful gaze of hers made them feel as if she had read their soul and knew their secret. That was the only reason. She was wise beyond many. They respected her, but did not go any farther than that. She was friendly, but everyone was still uneasy. For that blue gaze of hers could unnerve a balrog.