Ok, reposted the first chapter, with 2 new chapters. I hope you'll all enjoy. R&R please.
Lady of the Elves
Chapter I
Child of the Elves
I was only seven years of age when my father had died. Only seven years old when my mother abandoned me. She was a lovely woman, my mother. Then again, she wasn't any woman at all. An elf is what the elder's called her, Arwen, Queen of the Elves to be in fact, and my father, Aragorn, the King of Men. I hold both of them so dear to me. I love them, and they loved me. My father, I wasn't so close to, but my mother...we shared the world together. She was not only my mother, but my mentor. She taught me the ways of the elder elves. My brother, the King, and my four older sisters have never wished to learn the ways of the elven people. The ways of Men has engulfed them. Though the lands of Middle-Earth are rich and luscious, I feel only sadness and so does the earth. I hear it, as if it speaks to me. The men are destroying the woods, building great cities. There is no one to tend to the woodlands, my people's home. Though no more of my people could be found dwelling in Middle-Earth. None save six half-elves. The children of the King of Men and Queen Arwen.
Gondor! Gondor, between the Mountains and the Sea!
West Wind blew there; the light upon the Silver Tree
Fell like bright rain in gardens of the Kings of old.
O proud walls! White towers! O winged crown and throne of gold!
O Gondor, Gondor! Shall Men behold the Silver Tree,
Or West Wind blow again between the Mountains and the Sea?
Dwelling now in Minas Tirith, are the children of the former King, Aragorn, son of Arathorn, and Queen Arwen, Evenstar of her people. It was after Lady Arwen that her youngest daughter was named. Evenstar, now of the seventeenth age, shared the same glimmering dark beauty of her mother. With flowing brown hair, a pale yet beautiful face, and with the composure and grace of the elder elves, she was widely known in the lands of Gondor of her mesmerizing beauty. Not to say that her sisters were not beautiful, they held a beauty of there own. Though none could compare to Evenstar, the fair maiden. The elders would claim that Evenstar herself was her mother's twin. The two shared practically every physical feature. Though with that, Evenstar also shared her mother's inner features, including her mother's sadness.
Evenstar longed for the company of the elven folk. Even just one would make her heart rejoice. She could not find company in Men for they were ignorant in the ways of the old and driven by greed. Her brother, Eldarion, King of Gondor, was an exception though. He still had valor in him. Though as the time grows, he changes daily. His dreams are to build a greater Gondor, to excel beyond his father's work, the Great King Aragorn, but those dreams cause the destruction and the ever growing forgetfulness of the elven cities. Already, people say that the ancient cities of Lothlorien and Rivendell are just cities of legends, that they were just cities told in stories. Evenstar's heart new better. She knew that beyond north of Gondor, beyond Rohan, and beyond the ruins of Isengard, lay the homes of the elven folk where she believes her mother is lost in, but not forever.
"Your majesty," Evenstar called out as she walked through the Great Hall of Minas Tirith and towards her brother, who was conversing with Bergil, son of Beregond, member of the White Company, Guard of the Prince of Ithilien. Eldarion turned his attention to Evenstar, smiling, though not entirely happy. "Evenstar, dear sister, why have you come before me? Could what you have to say wait, for I am in a conversation." Now before her brother, Evenstar bows quickly and smiles at Bergil. "Sorry to interrupt, Sir. I have matters to speak with my brother, though it can wait, I suppose. I shall wait for you in the Garden. Good day, Sir Bergil." With that, Evenstar exited the Hall, and made her way out to the Garden which was tended by the elves of Mirkwood themselves. Daily, there would she ponder and dream of a time when she would meet with her people for the first time. The Garden made her feel at home. She once again dozed off into a dream.
An hour later, she was awoken by someone. Her vision was blurred at first. She saw a tall figure, with hair like her father's, and same bone structure as her father, and the same crystal, blue eyes, and immediately recognized it to be her brother. Evenstar smiled up at him. "Dreaming again, little one? Don't tell me it's about the North again." Laying in the grass, Evenstar rose and stood beside Eldarion. Soothing her silken dark blue gown, she spoke to her brother. "In fact, Sir, that is exactly what I was dreaming about." Eldarion shook his head and sighed. "You and your never ending dreams. The elves have left, little sister. They are gone. Our people lay here, among the Men. You must realize that. There is nothing left for us in the North." "That is what the men of the North once said, that there is nothing left for them in the South, and it would've been true, if not for our father and his great deeds here." Eldarion frowned at his sister and began to walk, Evenstar, hurried to catch up to him. "If only you would go there and keep the elven cities alive---" she was cut by her brother, who now stopped to face her. "I will not go to the North! Do you not understand? My home is here, my people lay here. There are no more elves! Sure, there may be elves hiding in the deep forests, but they have turned into savages. Nothing is left up there!" Now angered with her brother's tone, she raised hers. "There are memories, brother! Memories of our long forgotten history! Look at you, you are the eldest yet you can not even speak in elvish tongue, nor can you understand it. You see me as a disgrace to humans, but in spirit, I am not one of them, I never was. You have completely denied your elven heritage. Least I still have hope for both Men and Elves." "That's enough! You will not speak anymore of this!" He angrily marched back to the White Tower. Evenstar yelled back at him. "That is not what I have called you here for! Turn around and face me!" He turned slowly, but did not walk back to her. Instead, Evenstar made her way to him.
In a calm voice, she spoke, "You may be King with many duties here in Gondor to attend, but you are first, and foremost my brother. That is why I have called you here, to tell you that I will make my way to the North. To find the elven cities of Lorien and Rivendell. I ask for your aid and your company in my journey. If you refuse to, then so be it. But I tell you now, with or without you approval, I will journey on to the North, and I do not think I might return, dead or alive. I will ride atop Glorfindel, the horse given to our mother by Glorfindel the elf." There was silence for a moment. Evenstar continued to look into her brother's eyes. Then, he spoke. "Very well, if that is your choice, then I will not stop you, nor will I join you." Evenstar's eyes began to tear then. "Then farewell, dear brother. Tell the others that I shall leave at sunrise tomorrow morn. I bid you a happy life." With that, Evenstar fled to her chamber.
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Now with her hair tied back and dressed in the garments of a ranger, which consisted of a green tunic and a golden belt passed down from her mother, and brown leggings with mithril, black boots, she mounted Glorfindel, who wore nothing, but his skin, for that is what he preferred. She said farewell to her four sisters, who also refused to travel with her for they already were wedded and had families of their own whom they couldn't just leave behind. She road off quickly before the White Tower, and stopped. She waited a few minutes for her brother to bid her farewell. He did not come. Sadly, she turned Glorfindel around and slowly rode towards the road that led to Isengard. Then suddenly, another rider approached her from behind. "I thought about what you said." Evenstar halted immediately, surprised by her guest. "Brother!" She said allowed. "But I thought you weren't coming!" He laughed and smiled. "And you were right, until a few hours ago, when I decided to ride on with you for your safety. You're my little sister. Did you actually think I was going to let a little girl travel across Middle-Earth without protection." She rolled her eyes at him and grinned. "For your information, I am no longer a little girl, and I also happen to know have the fighting skills of a ranger." "And where, pray tell, did you happen to learn these skills?" "Why," she paused and smiled, "from our dearest father of course. I may have been young then, but I was always told that I was born a wise child." They both laughed then. "Too bad you didn't inherit father's riding skills and horse. I race you then to Edoras, atop my great stallion, Roheryn!" Then, with the speed of the wind, Eldarion dashed off. Evenstar grinned behind him, and in elvish, asked Glorfindel to ride with the speed of Gwaihir, the Great Eagle. Quickly, she caught up to Eldarion. Surprised he turned. She yelled to him, "Aye, brother, I didn't inherit father's riding skills and horse, though I did inherit mother's stallion, only the fasted riding horse on Middle-Earth, and her incredible riding skills. You did know that mother was known to be the fasted rider, did you not?" And with an evil smile, she surpassed Eldarion's stallion, laughing freely at her brother, the King.