Time in Lorien
~Flashback~
The young Princess rode through Lorien on her black steed, two guards not far behind her. Losillewen she was, Heir to Lorien, daughter of Galadriel and Celeborn, and younger sister of Celebrian. She had not yet reached womanhood, and had never been out of Lorien. The Lord and Lady had assigned two guards to their daughter, to protect her while she was 'getting some fresh air'.
Losillewen knew little of the world, aside from what she had learned in lessons, and only knew of history, not of anything that would be useful to her in Lorien. But this princess did not complain, for she was brought up so carefully that she did not know true sorrow, or true happiness. The pale face almost hidden under her green hooded cloak concealed most of her feelings; though this princess wished to set her eyes on a male elf, besides her father and two bodyguards. She was so focused in her own thoughts, that she did not notice an elf cross their path, a young male elf, about her age, if not a bit older. He had bounded out of the bushes only moments before, and even though the horses were elven bred, they still became frightened. It would not have been so bad, save that the Princess' horse reared, throwing the young elf to the ground. In an instant both her guards were off their horses, one rushing to Losillewen's side, while the other strode to the male elfling. The Princess was delicate; therefore nearly the slightest jar would render her unconscious. Thus she was when the guard came to her side. The other scolded the boy, for he knew the Queen would not be happy to know that her daughter was thrown from her horse. Again.
"You stupid thing!" Arelon yelled at the boy, "Did you not know that the Princess is not to be disturbed while she is riding?"
"I am sorry." the elfling stammered, "Please, I didn't mean to." he trailed off, not knowing what to say. So this was the Princess of Lorien; and he was the first male, besides the lord and her two bodyguards, to have seen her. If he had dared, he would have let out a low whistle in surprise and awe, but he could only stare.
Losillewen moaned, slowly regaining consciousness. It was only a few moments before she was on her feet, eyes alight, meeting the male elfling's.
Haldir bowed, and as he rose again there was mirth in his eyes, barely to be seen.
"Who are you, sir?" Losillewen questioned, studying the elf carefully.
"I am Haldir, M'lady Losillewen, elf of Lorien," he replied, once again bowing.
She bowed her head, as her mother had taught her. "You know my name, Sir, how?"
"There is only one other in Lorien who is as fair as yourself, Your Highness, and She is the lady Galadriel."
Losillewen smiled, she understood what the elf had meant, even though he did not make it very clear. She turned to Arelon and Toronean. "I will be fine, please go back to my mother, and tell her I will return to Caras Galadhon before nightfall." It appeared that her guards were going to intervene, but she glared at them; her statement had not been a request.
"M'lady, You know we do not wish to.. Do not get hurt your highness, I could not bear to bring the news back to your parents." Arelon pleaded, though he was not going to take no for an answer.
"Do not worry, Arelon, I know how to take care of my self, even though I might be delicate,"
The two guards bowed, remounted, and were soon out of sight.
"That was well done, M'lady,"
Losillewen gasped, turning quickly. She then smiled at the elf that was now by her side. "Thank you, though please, I am not m'lady, Losillewen will be sufficient."
Haldir bowed, "And I am not a sir, shall we walk, Losillewen?" he asked offering his arm. Both elves were young, but both had been taught well in the art of manners.
"I would be honored," she answered, taking his arm and smiling at him.
~Many Years later~
Losillewen ran through Lorien, dodging trees, and other such bramble getting in her way. No longer was the princess delicate, for in the long years she had become feared by all evil, and at the same time, perilously fair. She had mastered the bow and sword, and was as skilled as any in daggers. But at this moment, she didn't need any of her weapons, for she was 'attempting' to 'escape' from Haldir, her love. Eyes alight, and breathing heavy, she stopped behind a tree to catch her breath, while also hoping she had 'evaded' Haldir. Her plans burst a moment later when a hand was put over her mouth, and a dagger placed at her throat. "Don't make this any harder then it already is," a voice whispered in her ear. Losillewen did not struggle, she did not have any weapons to fight with, for she had left them in the clearing earlier that morning, thinking that she would not need them.
Obviously there was more then one person there, at least three, she figured, because at the same moment a blind fold was placed across her eyes, and her hands were yanked behind her, bound tightly and efficiently. "Do not cry out M'lady, or things will turn for the worse." The same voice threatened, as the hand came off her mouth, though the dagger remained at her throat. She now knew there were at least two people, for they were at each side of her, one holding the weapon to her throat, and the other holding her bonds while directing her to a place she did not know of. Losillewen winced, though it was more out of annoyance rather than pain. Next thing she knew they were walking up a few steps, and all went black.
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~Flashback~
The young Princess rode through Lorien on her black steed, two guards not far behind her. Losillewen she was, Heir to Lorien, daughter of Galadriel and Celeborn, and younger sister of Celebrian. She had not yet reached womanhood, and had never been out of Lorien. The Lord and Lady had assigned two guards to their daughter, to protect her while she was 'getting some fresh air'.
Losillewen knew little of the world, aside from what she had learned in lessons, and only knew of history, not of anything that would be useful to her in Lorien. But this princess did not complain, for she was brought up so carefully that she did not know true sorrow, or true happiness. The pale face almost hidden under her green hooded cloak concealed most of her feelings; though this princess wished to set her eyes on a male elf, besides her father and two bodyguards. She was so focused in her own thoughts, that she did not notice an elf cross their path, a young male elf, about her age, if not a bit older. He had bounded out of the bushes only moments before, and even though the horses were elven bred, they still became frightened. It would not have been so bad, save that the Princess' horse reared, throwing the young elf to the ground. In an instant both her guards were off their horses, one rushing to Losillewen's side, while the other strode to the male elfling. The Princess was delicate; therefore nearly the slightest jar would render her unconscious. Thus she was when the guard came to her side. The other scolded the boy, for he knew the Queen would not be happy to know that her daughter was thrown from her horse. Again.
"You stupid thing!" Arelon yelled at the boy, "Did you not know that the Princess is not to be disturbed while she is riding?"
"I am sorry." the elfling stammered, "Please, I didn't mean to." he trailed off, not knowing what to say. So this was the Princess of Lorien; and he was the first male, besides the lord and her two bodyguards, to have seen her. If he had dared, he would have let out a low whistle in surprise and awe, but he could only stare.
Losillewen moaned, slowly regaining consciousness. It was only a few moments before she was on her feet, eyes alight, meeting the male elfling's.
Haldir bowed, and as he rose again there was mirth in his eyes, barely to be seen.
"Who are you, sir?" Losillewen questioned, studying the elf carefully.
"I am Haldir, M'lady Losillewen, elf of Lorien," he replied, once again bowing.
She bowed her head, as her mother had taught her. "You know my name, Sir, how?"
"There is only one other in Lorien who is as fair as yourself, Your Highness, and She is the lady Galadriel."
Losillewen smiled, she understood what the elf had meant, even though he did not make it very clear. She turned to Arelon and Toronean. "I will be fine, please go back to my mother, and tell her I will return to Caras Galadhon before nightfall." It appeared that her guards were going to intervene, but she glared at them; her statement had not been a request.
"M'lady, You know we do not wish to.. Do not get hurt your highness, I could not bear to bring the news back to your parents." Arelon pleaded, though he was not going to take no for an answer.
"Do not worry, Arelon, I know how to take care of my self, even though I might be delicate,"
The two guards bowed, remounted, and were soon out of sight.
"That was well done, M'lady,"
Losillewen gasped, turning quickly. She then smiled at the elf that was now by her side. "Thank you, though please, I am not m'lady, Losillewen will be sufficient."
Haldir bowed, "And I am not a sir, shall we walk, Losillewen?" he asked offering his arm. Both elves were young, but both had been taught well in the art of manners.
"I would be honored," she answered, taking his arm and smiling at him.
~Many Years later~
Losillewen ran through Lorien, dodging trees, and other such bramble getting in her way. No longer was the princess delicate, for in the long years she had become feared by all evil, and at the same time, perilously fair. She had mastered the bow and sword, and was as skilled as any in daggers. But at this moment, she didn't need any of her weapons, for she was 'attempting' to 'escape' from Haldir, her love. Eyes alight, and breathing heavy, she stopped behind a tree to catch her breath, while also hoping she had 'evaded' Haldir. Her plans burst a moment later when a hand was put over her mouth, and a dagger placed at her throat. "Don't make this any harder then it already is," a voice whispered in her ear. Losillewen did not struggle, she did not have any weapons to fight with, for she had left them in the clearing earlier that morning, thinking that she would not need them.
Obviously there was more then one person there, at least three, she figured, because at the same moment a blind fold was placed across her eyes, and her hands were yanked behind her, bound tightly and efficiently. "Do not cry out M'lady, or things will turn for the worse." The same voice threatened, as the hand came off her mouth, though the dagger remained at her throat. She now knew there were at least two people, for they were at each side of her, one holding the weapon to her throat, and the other holding her bonds while directing her to a place she did not know of. Losillewen winced, though it was more out of annoyance rather than pain. Next thing she knew they were walking up a few steps, and all went black.
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