Notes: Sorry that its short. They'll get longer, I promise. I had fun writing this. I'd love reviews and for you guys to help me improve. Thanks for your time. I'll show more personality later, hopefully. I decided to try something in the Undying Lands because of a little idea I had. Sorry if I OOC'ed, or changed stuff around in the LoTR universe. Anyways, I hope you like this short thing. It's really more of a prologue than anything.

Aman, sometime after Aragorn's death.

The hall was lit with laughter coming from the pointed-ears. Food was lined up against the walls in all shapes, sizes, colors, varieties: meat, fruits, dairy, desserts, and wheat products. The entire area was a lit in a happy mood, and for what occasion?

None. The Elves had simply decided it would be nice to celebrate.

And wasn't it? They should have fun in their lives, and not all more serious matters, like to do with the non-Sindar Elves, matters of land, of wealth, of the nobility.

While a good portion of the Sindar danced and sang by the middle, a dwarf and an elf were by the sidelines. Two more of their companions (Hobbits) were somewhere among the crowd, either eating or dancing. Somewhere here, and the dwarf and elf were not sure where, but there was no danger of this crowd.

"-pointy-ears.. Allowed me to come spend the rest of my life with you, friend-- but joining in? Clearly not!" the speaker was Gimli, the dwarf in his usual gruff voice.

In truth, he was becoming lonely having mostly Legolas, the Hobbits, Gandalf, and some other elves who seemed willing to befriend the dwarf. Much of the prejudice remained among these, especially ones who had not seen dwarves for centuries.

"Than shall I dance with you, friend?" asked his companion: Legolas, a fair haired elf. He sat there with his friend, clearly refusing to leave him and join in with his people. He had to sympathize with Gimli. He was the only dwarf, and not all elves were so accepting as he was of the dwarf. In Middle Earth he remembered Gimli to have been more cheerful at these events, and most of the elves were nimble dancers. Certainly not the same as a dwarf (no where near similar, in fact.. as Gimli's steps were heavy as an Ent's) and thus, most of the rest chose to dance with their own species, refusing to intermingle in this aspect of their culture, and barely paid poor Gimli any attention while the dances went on.

"Certainly not! And the Lady, Lady Galadriel... I wonder where—"

"Come, dwarf. I will dance with you."

The invitation was a very open, or casual one. The pair turned to look at the speaker, who stood alone. She was a face you could pick out of a crowd, though not for beauty, but something about her face could strike one, and perhaps a certain type of man or elf would find her pretty. Her face was unlike any other. The skin was somewhat darker than the more common tone seen in most elves, her cheekbones were high, accompanied with a narrow face, and a pointed chin. Her chin curved unusually well for her facial features into her head, and the hair was a thin shade of brown. It looked well with her skin color. The eyes that stared at them were a green-yellow shade, somewhat similar to a snake.

"Lass--" (There was hesitation in his voice, because he now grew shy of being asked by one of the fair folk. Clearly the narrow-faced woman overheard.)

"Lass?" the girl – no, woman's, for she wasn't much like a young girl – eyebrow perked up. She laughed, a deep and breathy laugh. "You may call me by my name. Tonwen."

The dwarf inspected her-- which was met by a slightly sharp question: "Am I not as pretty as you would have liked?" -- and he stood up, fortunately not hearing her question among the chatter and music. Legolas gave a small smile to Tonwen, yet at this moment, she paid him little mind.

The story begins with this little moment, as he would eventually recognize her once again.