Disclaimer: I do not own LOTR characters, whose births are credited to J.R.R. Tolkien.
"Lyraniel!" I hear a voice call out. I turn around to be tackled by Gabriel, my brother. "Lyraniel, you cannot be leaving again, are you? You just returned!" His golden hair glistened and his blue eyes sparkled.
"Brother, you know it is my duty," I reply, brushing off his arms. "Newborns are being born every day, languages are being created as we speak. It is my obligation to learn them and teach them to the young'uns."
Gabriel hugs me tighter, stroking my long fiery locks. "I know," he says. "But I cannot help my wish that my dear sister could stay with me forever."
"Haha!" I laugh. "Brother, our paths cross enough when we journey down. You will most definitely see me soon."
Gabriel sighs. "All right," he said, releasing me from his embrace. "But don't forget to about the wedding!" He looks into my eyes, spying his reflection in orbs identical to his own. Oceanic blue met teal green and sparks flew as humor crept into my voice.
"I won't!" I will my beautiful white wings to materialize from the markings on my back. "Michael is waiting for me there already, I'm sure that it will happen even if we don't return for the festivities," I smile mischievously. I turn to leap down into the white abyss of sunshine as my brother's outraged cries sounded behind me.
"Sister! You can't mean that -!" And my vision burst with blinding whiteness as I fall from my kingdom, cutting off Gabriel's voice.
Little did I know that I would not be marrying my love for several hundred more years. Nor would I be able to return home to my brother and my home for a very, very long time.
Auther's Note: Thanks for reading this first chapter! I'll be updating as often as I can, and please excuse my awful grammar. This story has been floating in my head for several years. I liked it so much, I decided to try my hand at writing fanfic. This'll be my first attempt writing a multi-chapter story in 7 years. I hope you can stick with me until the end!