Disclaimer: I do not own the Lord of the Rings. Tolkien Rules! I took
some liberties with the lineage of people. And as a future note Tamba,
Rayella, Ladies Therese, Michelle and Kelsey, aren't tolkien people either.
Roménél is a creation of Miss Zylka and Mithelien is the creation of Miss
Ashby.
A/N: Haldir did not die! & hopefully in the future this story will tie in
with another person's story! Yay!
~*~*~*~
"'Tis a beautiful day," the hopeful young elf maiden said to herself as she
emerged from a luxurious bath and basked in the warm sunlight trickling
through the ornate windows and beautiful trees. Though each day in
Lothlorien for the previous few millennia were just as beautiful, the
maiden's appreciation was something of a rarity in recent times. Rare that
she appreciates the beauty now that it is not guaranteed by the power of
Nenya, the ring of adamant (Galadriel's ring).
The recent time spoken of is that of her mourning. She mourns for many.
She mourns for the archers lost in the battle for the Rohinian fort of
Helm's Deep. She knew each elf that perished, for she served as a highly
regarded guard and warrior. But there were two in particular she mourned
for... Her brothers, deaths of Rumil and Orophin, guards of Lothlorien.
Thankfully her favorite brother, Haldir had survived.
"Lady Jessaril, maybe you're admitting things are beautiful because of the
visitors you'll be greeting today... A certain prince perhaps." The lady's
handmaiden, an elf-maiden wearing a green dress, teased.
"You mean the one who's best friends a dwarf and a future in-law?" Jessaril
replied acting as if she didn't know exactly what the elf that helped her
dress was thinking... As if she didn't think of that elf once a day for
the last 2000 years at the very least.
"Yes that handsome elf, now lets make you beautiful so he'll fall madly in
love with you. But since you're a hottie with a body, that won't be hard
at all!" Anyak exclaimed.
Jessaril merely scoffed and rolled her eyes at her friend's comment. She
did not see what everyone else did. Although she had the basic tall,
slender, and beautiful physique of an elf, complete with the ears, she was
in fact a rare beauty. Jessaril had hair a fiery red, such that had never
been seen on any elf. She never acknowledged this beauty, or thought of it
as a hindrance instead. For she mustn't draw attention to her self when
trying to blend in and evade being seen. Each day she braided her hair as
close to her head as possible and covered it with her hood.
But today Jessaril was an escort to the heroes of middle earth and must
look as regal as possible. That was accomplished by leaving her hair down
and donning a beautiful riding dress that was the same color as her hair.
So she hopped on her exquisite horse, Sahte (sinful), and galloped to the
edge of the wood alongside her brother Haldir.
some liberties with the lineage of people. And as a future note Tamba,
Rayella, Ladies Therese, Michelle and Kelsey, aren't tolkien people either.
Roménél is a creation of Miss Zylka and Mithelien is the creation of Miss
Ashby.
A/N: Haldir did not die! & hopefully in the future this story will tie in
with another person's story! Yay!
~*~*~*~
"'Tis a beautiful day," the hopeful young elf maiden said to herself as she
emerged from a luxurious bath and basked in the warm sunlight trickling
through the ornate windows and beautiful trees. Though each day in
Lothlorien for the previous few millennia were just as beautiful, the
maiden's appreciation was something of a rarity in recent times. Rare that
she appreciates the beauty now that it is not guaranteed by the power of
Nenya, the ring of adamant (Galadriel's ring).
The recent time spoken of is that of her mourning. She mourns for many.
She mourns for the archers lost in the battle for the Rohinian fort of
Helm's Deep. She knew each elf that perished, for she served as a highly
regarded guard and warrior. But there were two in particular she mourned
for... Her brothers, deaths of Rumil and Orophin, guards of Lothlorien.
Thankfully her favorite brother, Haldir had survived.
"Lady Jessaril, maybe you're admitting things are beautiful because of the
visitors you'll be greeting today... A certain prince perhaps." The lady's
handmaiden, an elf-maiden wearing a green dress, teased.
"You mean the one who's best friends a dwarf and a future in-law?" Jessaril
replied acting as if she didn't know exactly what the elf that helped her
dress was thinking... As if she didn't think of that elf once a day for
the last 2000 years at the very least.
"Yes that handsome elf, now lets make you beautiful so he'll fall madly in
love with you. But since you're a hottie with a body, that won't be hard
at all!" Anyak exclaimed.
Jessaril merely scoffed and rolled her eyes at her friend's comment. She
did not see what everyone else did. Although she had the basic tall,
slender, and beautiful physique of an elf, complete with the ears, she was
in fact a rare beauty. Jessaril had hair a fiery red, such that had never
been seen on any elf. She never acknowledged this beauty, or thought of it
as a hindrance instead. For she mustn't draw attention to her self when
trying to blend in and evade being seen. Each day she braided her hair as
close to her head as possible and covered it with her hood.
But today Jessaril was an escort to the heroes of middle earth and must
look as regal as possible. That was accomplished by leaving her hair down
and donning a beautiful riding dress that was the same color as her hair.
So she hopped on her exquisite horse, Sahte (sinful), and galloped to the
edge of the wood alongside her brother Haldir.