It was late winter; spring was slowly approaching, and the frost was slowly melting from the now dew-covered ground. There she was, dancing like a beautiful swan. She was beautiful, one of the most beautiful elves to ever walk the earth. Her name was Luthiel. She was the daughter of Arwen and Aragorn, both whom had long departed from the earth. Her hair was long, and dark like a sky at midnight, and her eyes were a striking green that resembled an emerald star that had never existed. She was by far the most beautiful of the elves since her mother.

Luthiel slowly made her way to her room in Rivindell. She loved her home here, it was so beautiful, but ever since her mother and father died, she found herself missing her old home in Gondor. As she was walking, she noticed what a nice day it was out, and she decided to take a little detour, it wouldn't hurt. She still had plenty of time until the festival began. So she turned right and made her way into the enchanted golden wood.

Her spot was far, and well hidden. She had made certain when she chose this as her spot. This way she would be alone, noone would know where she was, so she could just stay for hours if she wanted. The trees were slowly blossoming pink flowers. The leaves were the most beautiful shade of green you could imagine. She remembered when she was four, a mere babe, that was the first time she had ever seen Rivendell. She remembered with a surge of happiness and pain, it was so hard to remember when her parents were alive.

"Naneth?" a four year old Luthiel said. "How come all the people here have pointy ears?"

"Because my love, we are elves, all elves have pointy ears" Arwen replied.

"But Ada doesn't have pointy ears" she said, trying to understand.

"That is because your Ada is not an elf" her mother said trying to supress a laugh.

"But you are an elf right?" Luthiel asked.

"I was born a half-elf, but when I married your mortal father, I chose a mortal life so that makes me human."

"So am I mortal, naneth?"

"Yes, my dear."

"Oh, ok…" she said

"One day my dear Luthiel, you will understand" Her mother replied

Luthiel suddenly jolted back into reality, a feeling she could not describe filled her heart. A mixture of sorrow, mourn, and bitterness. A slow silent tear fell down her cheek and onto the forest floor. She put up an emotional wall. She would and could not let herself cry. She was strong, and she cannot and will never be able to change the past. Why did her mother have to go off and marry a man of the human race? Why? She didn't understand why she didnt think about her children when she married a mortal man. When she married him, she felt the bitterness of mortality, slowly watching her husband dying, and once he had passed, she died as well. After all that she had gained from marrying him was gone, she passed away as well. A second tear escaped as Luthiel mourned for her mother. She had bareley known her father, he was only alive until she was 4, and right now she was 23 years old. Her mother had been alive until she was 16 years old, and she mourned as if it was only yesterday.

She finally made it to her spot; it was a quiet, secluded pond, well not really a pond. It was less than a lake but more than a pond. She knelt beside the water, and slipped her feet into the water. Her silent tears fell to the water, causing ripples in the calm surface of the lake that seemed to go down forever.

She sat there for what seemed like an eternity, but it had only been an hour and a half. She got up and decided that she needed to head back to make herself presentable for the festival.