Not sure if I should continue... I have quite a few ideas, but... Eh, I dunno. Review and tell me?
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When I was seven, my mother knelt in front of me and told me to go to my room and close my eyes. She told me to count to six thousand, and when I did, I could come out. So I went upstairs, sat on my bed and began to count.
I heard a thumping noise from downstairs. I heard strange voices talking. I heard my father talking, as well as my mother. They all talked about one thing; the Secret.
Eventually, at about fifty-seven seconds, I finally cracked open my eyes and opened my door, just a bit, to peek outside. When I couldn't see anything, I creeped out and looked through the banister's bars curiously. Strange men were carrying things into a downstairs alcove that I'd never seen before, the doorway hidden behind a bookcase. There were six large containers, shaped like half-circle prisms, with a kind of foggy grey material covering everything except the very top. When a man passed right below me, I could see inside the prism.
It was a person sleeping inside. Or at least, it looked like it. And it didn't look like a person either. I couldn't tell if it was a man or a woman, but I could see that it was very beautiful. "Be careful." My father warned from beside the doorway.
"Don't worry, Warren, we will be." One of the strange men said.
My father sighed and ran a hand through his greying hair. "Is it safe to move the Secret here? I have a little girl. Sooner or later, she'll become curious and want to know why we never allow her near the bookcase."
"It's safest." A strange woman said. "People started to suspect at the last location. Having a wife and child makes you unlikely to have the Secret, thus making it safe."
My father sighed again. "Alright." He said, then suddenly looked up and made eye contact with me. I gasped and scrambled back against the wall just as he paled.
"Warren? What's wrong?" The first man asked.
"… Nothing." He said. "I'm going upstairs to check on my little girl, okay?" I pressed myself back against the wall as he slowly came up the stairs, his imposing figure casting a shadow over me.
"I-I'm sorry, Daddy." I whispered, and he glanced over his shoulder and sighed before kneeling in front of me.
"Well, it's too late now. Come on, I have something I need to show you."
He took my hand and picked me up, putting me on his hip and walking downstairs. The strange people glanced up at us, but didn't say anything. My father carried me down the stairs, into a plain and slightly damp-smelling room. All six prisms were lined up in the middle of the room. A glowing pad of buttons was on each one of them. He placed me on the ground, and I wandered over to one of the prisms and stared inside. It was the one I'd seen from upstairs. It was a man, I could see, though his hair was long and almost white-gold. His expression was peaceful, though he didn't move at all.
I looked up at my father. "Are they dead?" I asked.
"No." He said, walking to stand behind me. His heavy hand landed on my shoulder. "A very long time ago, there were several kinds of beings on the earth. There were humans, like us, then there were Dwarves, and Orcs, and Hobbits, and Elves. These are Elves. They are immortal and beautiful, and very powerful and dangerous – if you get on their bad side. The Elves were very connected to nature and helped keep the earth beautiful, but they left long ago, and these six fell asleep. The Dwarves and the Orcs and the Hobbits have disappeared, but these Elves are still here. They're to be woken up when it's time for the rule of Men to end."
I didn't understand a lot of what was said, but I understood some. "When will they wake up, Daddy?" I asked.
"We don't know, Eleniel." He knelt in front of them. "But you're named in their language. Your name means 'bright star' in Elvish. One day it will be time for you to protect them. You can't tell anyone about them. There are some people out there who would kill these Elves, just to stay in power. You can't let that happen. Do you understand? You can't tell anyone."
I nodded. "I promise I won't, Daddy."
He smiled and hugged me tightly, rocking back and forth with me in his arms as the strange people watched.
"That's my girl."