Note from Author: Well, this is something new that I've never done before.. it'll prolly turn into a mary-sue (don't kill me…..) ^_^ anyway, I hope you enjoy it and stuff…
Disclaimer: I don't own any of tolkiens stuff.. the only things that are mine are the elemental elves and ena, sytharra, niphredil, maethor, noru, and anyone else I make up….yep..
"Hurry they're almost here!" yelled Sytharra as Ena ran to meet her. She hopped on one foot as she attempted to put on her other leather sandal. A jumped in front of her and she fell, getting up quickly and running to get to her friend.
"What took you so long, Ena?" Sytharra said, she wore a green dress with gold trim and her chestnut hair was in a loose braid down her back, an earth elf.
"I had to put on my shoes," Ena argued. Sytharra just rolled her eyes.
"Come on, we're late."
They took off running through the trees, their dresses hindering they're legs, dodging the trees as they flew by. Ena's red hair whipped out behind her like a raging fire, showing off her ancestry, who she was, a fire elf.
Before them among the trees appeared Amarurnenlim, the hidden city of the elemental elves. Their city. Not many knew of them except the dark lord Nocron. A war has been raging on for years now against him. They don't know the exact location of the city but it doesn't seem long before they do. The other races of elves knew nothing of the existence of the elemental elves; neither did the race of men. But today was a cause for celebration. The enemy had finally retreated. The warriors were returning today and just in time for the festival of Vana the Ever-Young. It's springtime and everyone is joyous and happy and hoping for a good year.
The gates opened noiselessly for Ena and Sytharra to enter, they were tall and bronze with an inlaid silver design of the four elements with the symbol of their people in the middle, a large oak tree with dew drops dripping from the boughs encircled by a dragon and peacock. The guards looked down at them from above, bows in hand. They were clad in silver and green, as were all the soldiers. The officers with the least power wore silver and cream, the ones with a little more power wore silver and blue, and the highest-ranking officers wore silver and red. Ena's father was the General of the Army, General Maethor. Her brother Noruithalion was a captain. There was a third brother, Aidan, the oldest one. He was a major but one day he returned from the battlefield laid upon his shield. Several orc arrows had shot him as he led his soldiers to victory.
A gentle breeze swirled around Ena and Sytharra. Ena closed her eyes and let the wind take her; a single tear fell from her eye. Sytharra looked at her with saddened eyes and tilted her head.
"It's been 50 years since that day," Ena whispered.
"He would want you to be happy."
"And he would want you to find someone to live your life with instead of thinking of him all the time."
"True."
"I always fear that another of them will return on his shield," she looked at her friend and smiled, "We should hurry."
They passed the stores and headed for the main plaza where the people of the city were congregating and the celebrations were occurring. When they saw they caught their breath at the magnificent sight. There was every color imaginable with streamers, ribbons, banners, silks, confetti, music, stands, comedians, dancers, singing, stories, food, plays, and anything you could think of there.
"Ena! There you are!" her mother stood by the platform dressed in a light purple dress. Her hair was a silver white. Ena's eyes mirrored her mother's, deep oceans blue. She was a water elf.
"I apologize mother, I overslept again," she said sheepishly.
"That's what happens when you stay out late to look at the stars and moon. I'll let it slip this time," she said and smiled, Ena smiled back.
"I'm going to find my mother and sister. I'll see you two later," said Sytharra.
"Alright, bye," replied Ena as her friend ran off into the crowd, "When will they get here?"
"They should be here any second now," replied her mother.
"I wish they would hurry. I would dearly love to see father and Noru."
A great cry rose from the guards on the city walls. For a second Ena frightened as her body tensed, thinking it was the orcs. But then realized they were cries of merriment and rejoicing. The people cheered as hundreds of soldiers marched inside and into the plaza. From the platform Ena could spot her father riding atop an ebony steed. She waved frantically to get his attention.
"Father!" she yelled, excitement rung in her voice. He smiled and waved back and she giggled stupidly in return. A little ways back she saw her brother leading some of the soldiers, there was a weary look on his face. He saw her and smiled and waved. He was so much like their father.
The soldiers stopped and her father turned his horse around to face them and yelled some orders. Then with a great cheer the soldiers dispersed into the crowd.
Ena left the platform and ran to her father who had just dismounted and embraced him in a tight hug. He put his arms around her and kissed her head.
"My dear little Ena! My little fire! I missed you so much!" he exclaimed.
"I missed you too father! I'm so glad you're home," she hugged him again, "Mother is over there by the platform and it looks like Noru has joined her already."
"Then we shall too."
They walked arm in arm to the platform where Ena quickly embraced her brother in an equally as tight hug. They talked for a long while. Mostly about how the war was going and when they were to leave again.
"The army will move again as soon as we have word on what the enemy is doing," said Maethor, "But let's enjoy the festival in the meantime."
"I'm going to go find Sytharra!" yelled Ena as she ran off into the crowd. Sytharra was over by the dancers watching them as they swayed to the music in their silken outfits of blues, reds, and greens, their bangles making little twinkling sounds whenever their feet moved and arms did a motion.
"I wish I could dance like that," whispered Sytharra.
"It's fun," Ena said softly in her ear.
"Sytharra jumped at her voice, "You scared me!"
"I'm sorry."
"You are an excellent dancer. How come you're not with them?"
"I wanted to see father and brother instead," Ena smiled and Sytharra smiled back. They stood there for a long time mesmerized by their movements and the entrancing music.
Out of nowhere, a horn sounded from the city walls and everything stopped. Shouting could be heard and also the sound of growls and roars, arrows whizzing through the air.
"ORCS! ORCS! WE'RE UNDER ATTACK! WE'RE UNDER AT-"
Ena and Sytharra screamed as well as the others around them. The soldiers ran to the walls as people panicked. Ena ran to her father and saw him mount his horse, Noru followed his actions.
"FATHER! FATHER!! WAIT! WAIT!" she yelled. He stopped and looked at her. She ran up to him and pleaded, "Don't go! Please, don't go!!" She started to cry, the tears streaming down her cheeks like streams.
He looked at her and smiled, touching her cheek, "My Ena, my little fire." With that he rode off towards the gate, her brother following behind. She started to run after her but her mother stopped her and her held her back.
A pillar of smoke rose beyond the walls and the sounds of battle could be heard. Ena cried and fell to the ground. The people around her screamed in terror. The walls and the city shook as if the very ground beneath them would give way. A great shadow appeared outside the gates, flames licking at them and rising to the ashen sky. People cried in horror as they realized the great evil that was soon to consume them. A balrog of Morgoth. A great elf bane. In all the mass confusion some soldiers were able to gather most of the people and herd them towards the only escape route out of the city. Ancient tunnels that led underground and out into the valley below towards the sea. Boats were waiting there for such an occasion.
Ena gathered herself up and followed her mother but then stopped, "Wait! Mother, what about Sytharra, where is she?!" she asked frantically.
"There is no time child, we must leave," her mother said painfully. She didn't want to pull her daughter away from finding her best friend but they could only hope that she was already leaving.
"But we can't leave without her!" argued Ena.
"She's probably already on her way, now let's go," tears were in her eyes. Ena came reluctantly, still searching.
The elves ran to the doors of the tunnels and not too soon. Orcs were streaming into the city killing whatever they came across. Ravaging women and torturing children. The elves cried out to the gods for hope, praying that they would be saved although they knew there was no hope. The city would fall and all would be lost. The orcs and goblins caught most of the elves going to the tunnels. The balrogs entered the city. The people cowered in fear of them and fell to the ground screaming in terror, pain, anguish. Ena's mother tripped and fell, hitting her head on a rock.
"Mother! Mother, get up!" she cried.
"No, I'll slow you down. Just go."
"I can't leave you."
"Just GO!" her mother pushed her away, a pained look in her face as a single tear left her eye and rolled down her cheek. Ena looked at her and then turned and ran for her life. Niphredil looked up to see and orc towering above her, an evil grin upon its face as it cackled softly. She closed her eyes and prayed to the valar to watch over her little Ena.
The tunnels were already open when Ena reached them. She walked slowly to them, as she always feared the dark. Outside the doors she stopped and looked back at the city as it burned the sky now black. She put her hand over her heart and then raised it in farewell.
"Namariie mother, Noru… father," and with those last words she ran into the tunnel as if the orcs were chasing her.
