A/N: Just a few things for you to know when you are reading this.
1. When elvish is spoken translation is in ( )
2. I know that some people aren't really related just go with it.
3. Elvish may not be correct. I am mostly using online translators.
P.S. Just saw DOS and it is the best thing ever!
"Limoladiel!"
I jump up from my chair. My mother is scowling at me. "Llie dol naa lost. (Your head is empty.)"
Her words sting but I quickly shake them off. I realize I had been dozing off during my lesson with her. I only get a private study time with my mother every once in awhile but usually I have a tutor. I don't mind having a tutor. I mean she is nice and says I am very smart.
"Mani naa ta? (What is it?)" she asks again not repeating the question.
"Ummmmm. Kingsfoil (Um Kingsfoil.)" I answer.
"Un. (Correct.)" she gives me an empty praise and closes the book. "lye naa nesh i' noresh. (We are done for the day.)"
I jump up and race out of the room my dress flowing behind me. Lessons with my mother are always boring and they make me want to jump off the balcony. I run down to the stable where I run into my father, Lord Elrond of Rivendell.
"Atar! I'liato tul aeleth? (Father! Has the baby come yet?)" I ask excitedly. My big sister's horse, Asfaloth, his foal will be arriving soon and father had said I could have the foal which will be a mearse! Mother wasn't happy saying I shouldn't be getting into male stuff like Arwen did but father said it was fine because I was the only other girl in the family who showed interest in that stuff. Then she argued that I was only 10 (in the age of the race of men.) He said I should be able to defend myself should there ever be a time and he is right. Goblins are coming down from the mountains attacking villages of man.
"Neh, n' aeleth. (no not yet)" He sighed. "Amin que shan ri faer amin nae. (I need to take my soldiers out to scout.)" He kisses my head before heading over to his horse and mounting him. I open the stable doors wide and step aside as my father and his company of elves ride out. I get a fresh scent of horse and hay when the last horse and rider are out of the stable.
I sigh now bored and leave the stables to walk up to my room. My room was the highest room in all of Rivendell and also the closet to the waterfall. After you walk up many spiral stair cases you come to a room with sun dried tan wall paper. The room had two flat walls and then the rest curve like a circle. One wall has the door to the stairs and walk in closet while the other holds the bathroom with a bed against it. The curved walls hold two sets of doors that lead out onto a balcony that goes around the curved part of the room and you could look down on the whole city from there and get great views of the waterfall. I believe it is the best room in the whole city of Rivendell! I flop myself onto my king sized canopy bed and stare at the ceiling. I can just hear my mother's voice screaming at someone from my balcony at some servants about the difference between egg shell napkins and cream napkins. Don't get me wrong I love my mother but she doesn't understand me. I want to be a warrior like my father and brothers but my mother scorns the idea. She wants me to be like all my other sisters, well mannered, housewives ready to be married off to any fine elven suitor. Father convinced my mother though to let me learn to use knives, a sword, and a bow for self defense. I couldn't wait for the training sessions to start. I pull a book out from under my bed and open it and dust flies into the air. If my mother knew I took this book from father's study she would ground me. My father wouldn't mind, he would simply say I am curious about the world outside of Rivendell.
"Naugrim (Dwarves)" I whisper under my breath and run my fingers over the old leather cover. The race fascinated me. I had never met a real dwarf because mother always says fowl things about them and also about how they hate our race. My mother is from greenwood and is sister to their king, Thranduil. My mother has long flowing blond hair that falls to her hips. Her and her brother look much alike.(Look up Return to Halloween Town Splendora for image [she is young girl with blonde hair]) The elves of the greenwood hate dwarves with a burning passion and my mother has brought the hate with her to Rivendell. My father says not all dwarves are bad but mother won't have any of it.
I flip through the pages and start to read letting me escape this world that is unknown to me and it seems like hours before I hear my door fling open. I quickly flip my covers over my book. I look up and see my mother standing there with a angry glint in her eyes.
"Gaer phuul fol wun Rivendell maristo. Dos orn tlu wun dosst cuass'ili p'luin.(We have some visitors in Rivendell tonight. You will be in room after dinner." She says. I nod. She slams my door on the way out.
I run out onto my balcony and look down on the city. I see elven children playing in the street and adults setting up dinner and I can just see the sun starting to set over the mountains of the Hidden Valley. I then see something I would never expect to see. Dwarves.