I have been in Valinor for a little over a month when I see her first. She is beautiful, yes, but what draws me towards her is her laugh. If I had not heard it, I would have left, and I would never have known her.
She was standing in the midst of a crowd of Elves, a slender figure silhouetted against the setting sun. They are all talking, smiling, but her voice rises above theirs – silver, clear, ringing in the crisp air. I turn to leave, for I have many times heard the loveliness of a maiden's voice.
Then she laughs. And I stop. I turn my head – I do not wish to be seen by them, so joyful and merry are they, and my morose mood would only dampen their spirits.
And as I glance her way, she turns towards me, her entire face awash with merriment, and I find myself lost in those fathomless hazel eyes. She tosses her chestnut hair over her shoulder, as though she issues me a challenge, but there is nothing but friendship and unsurpassed joy in her eyes. She lifts her hand; she smiles; she beckons.
And I come.
A/N: So... this is for LadyLindariel because I think she might be still mad at me for my story Half a Soul. Again, I'm sorry, and at least Elladan's alive! This is also for Celridel because she gave me the idea and never stops encouraging me. You're both the best!