The Sindar lord and his Noldor queen descended by the steep winding paths
to the home of the half-elf lord, Elrond and his lady Celebrian. As they
passed over the bridge they heard the sound of bowstrings twanging. The
source of the noise presented itself as they turned the next corner and
found their grandsons practising the art of archery. "Iaurnana, iaurada.
Sulaid, a mae gorverna. It is good to see you again." The twins approached
smiling broadly.
"Elladan, Elrohir, it is a pleasure to see you again." Galadriel and
Celeborn embraced their grandsons gently.
Elladan and Elrohir took their grandparents horses to the stables and led the Galadhrim to the entrance of their home. Celebrian and Elrond awaited them at the top of the stairs. "Nana, Ada. Welcome once again to our home. Arwen, come and meet your grandparents."
As Celebrian stood back to let her daughter past, the beauty of the young, elven maiden struck Galadriel. Her long, black hair fell past her shoulders and the darkness of it placed emphasis on the whiteness of her skin. Her eyes were a deep, shining shade of blue and reflected a wisdom that was beyond her twenty years. Her long silver dress trailed along the floor behind her and highlighted her perfect figure. The fabric glittered with many jewels that were sown into the dress and diamonds glittered at her throat.
She contrasted perfectly with her grandmother, whose long golden tresses seemed to be made of a metal purer than gold. The golden embroidery on her gown accentuated the curves of the dress and the cloak that flowed down her back shone like a river of gold. Only her eyes showed the family connection between the Morning and the Evenstar, these eyes were filled with a deep wisdom, but sparkled with a present love for life.
Elrond turned and led the way into the many halls of Rivendell, with their domes, pillars and historical statues. In the centre of the house stood the statue carrying the Shards of Narsil.
This legendary blade was the sword which cut the ring from the hand of Sauron. The shards were brought to Rivendell by Ohtar, to dwell in the home of the last surviving commander of the Battle of Dagorlad. Enen though it had been shattered, the great blade was still sharp and a sight to behold before you die.
Elladan and Elrohir took their grandparents horses to the stables and led the Galadhrim to the entrance of their home. Celebrian and Elrond awaited them at the top of the stairs. "Nana, Ada. Welcome once again to our home. Arwen, come and meet your grandparents."
As Celebrian stood back to let her daughter past, the beauty of the young, elven maiden struck Galadriel. Her long, black hair fell past her shoulders and the darkness of it placed emphasis on the whiteness of her skin. Her eyes were a deep, shining shade of blue and reflected a wisdom that was beyond her twenty years. Her long silver dress trailed along the floor behind her and highlighted her perfect figure. The fabric glittered with many jewels that were sown into the dress and diamonds glittered at her throat.
She contrasted perfectly with her grandmother, whose long golden tresses seemed to be made of a metal purer than gold. The golden embroidery on her gown accentuated the curves of the dress and the cloak that flowed down her back shone like a river of gold. Only her eyes showed the family connection between the Morning and the Evenstar, these eyes were filled with a deep wisdom, but sparkled with a present love for life.
Elrond turned and led the way into the many halls of Rivendell, with their domes, pillars and historical statues. In the centre of the house stood the statue carrying the Shards of Narsil.
This legendary blade was the sword which cut the ring from the hand of Sauron. The shards were brought to Rivendell by Ohtar, to dwell in the home of the last surviving commander of the Battle of Dagorlad. Enen though it had been shattered, the great blade was still sharp and a sight to behold before you die.