The Life and Times of Laiwendë, a Noldorin Lady
A/N: Only my OCs are mine.
She was but one generation removed from those who had awakened at Cuiviénen Much of her early childhood was spent in Middle-earth picking berries and fleeing from trolls, though not at the same time.
One day, her parents said: "We're going to Aman."
"Alright," she replied.
Aman was a very nice place. Several years after she had arrived, someone proposed to her.
"Marry me," he said.
"Alright," she replied.
They were married a few months later.
Several more years passed, and she gave birth to a son. One day, when he was a toddler, he requested something of his mother.
"Amillë," he asked, "Can I have a bunch of grapes?"
"Whatever for?" she replied.
"Why, to eat, of course," he said.
"Oh," she replied, looking thoughtful. "Alright."
She was knitting in the living room one day when her son (he was about a hundred and fifty years old now) marched through the door.
"Amillë," he said, "I am following Fëanáro and his seven sons to Middle-earth."
She stared at him. "That's stupid. You'll be eaten by a troll a week after you arrive."
"No, I won't!" he retorted, and marched out the door.
A century later her son walked through the living room door, looking sheepish.
"Hello Amille," he said. "I have just been released from the Halls of Mandos."
"How did you die?" she asked.
"I was... er… I was eaten by a troll a week after I had arrived."
"Oh," she peered at him over her knitting. "I see."
A/N: Please R&R! Constructive criticism is welcome, but no flames, please.