Okay, so here's an idea I found written amongst some old notes.
Ch.1 A Prologue of Sorts
"You grow weary of this world, child."
A young elf-maid turned from the mountain view her window offered to face her visitor. "Grandmother!" she said in astonishment as her cheeks flushed red in embarrassment. "I-I-"
The older she-elf — though she did not look it, for all elf-kind held the gift of youthful appearance; the gift to counter their curse of eternal life — gently smiled at her young granddaughter. She pitied her young descendant. She was only six hundred years old, yet she felt world weariness so soon. The feeling was common for their kind, yet it was rare for one so young. "You feel the weight of weariness and that is nothing to be ashamed of. We all feel it in time."
The young she-elf tore her gaze away from her grandmother, instead staring at the floor. "I feel empty. Something is missing and I know not what it is. It pains my heart and makes me weary. I feel as if I must wait for something, but in my heart I know it will take ages. I know we live forever, but I do not know if I am able to wait as long as I must. I feel the call of the sea," she lamented, turning her head to look out her window once more.
The elder she-elf sighed sadly. She knew that this was the last time she would talk to her granddaughter. She had seen it already, though she was not aware it would happen so soon. Suddenly, for the first time in her life, she wished for more time. For Elanor's destiny did not lie in this age. No, it lied far beyond, beyond the time of elves.
"Sleep, Elanor. Sleep and when you wake mayhap you shall find what you seek."
Elanor lay down and began to rest as her grandmother requested. Perhaps her grandmother was right. Perhaps she would sleep and sort her thoughts. Perhaps she will find what she is searching for when she next awoke.
Elanor slept. She slept for ages, and as the time of elves drew to a close, her grandmother had her protected. The elves and trees had always held respect for one another. The surrounding forests would keep Elanor safe as long as she slept, and so as the elves left, the time of men began.
Years passed, and the men who knew the elves passed on. Knowledge of elf-kind became myth. The story of Elanor and her guardian forest - the Forest of Elanor it became known as - turned to fable, and still, Elanor slept.
Ages progressed and the world of men advanced, and miles away from the Forest of Elanor, a young clairvoyant saw her awakening.
Alice gasped at what she had seen. Who was this girl? Why did she see her in a forest? Was she going to be important to her family? So many decisions had yet to be made, but she knew she had to see where this would lead her.
"What did you see, Alice?" her mate, Jasper, asked. After spending so many years by her side, he had become used to her visions. He couldn't feel any negative emotions coming from her, so he wasn't so worried as to what she saw. Though, he could sense her confusion, which prompted his question.
"There's a girl in a forest somewhere. I'm not sure who she is, but I think she's going to be important. There's still so many things to be decided, but I feel like we should find her."
With that decision made, another vision appeared in her mind's eye. Alice saw the girl she had seen earlier, but this time the girl was with the coven. She was like them, but not like them. It was interesting. Whoever she was, she was going to be a part of the family soon.
Alright, yeah, so I'm totally throwing Tolkien elves and Twilight vampires into the same story. Please don't kill me.
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any Tolkien works.
Elanor's name is the name of a golden star-shaped flower, and according to Tolkien gateway, it means Sun-star in Sindarian. I chose this name because it's pretty and it fits with the whole more classic sounding names of the Cullens.
Anyway, thanks for reading. I've got some other fanfics posted with a few more to come, so feel free to check those out if you're interested in reading more of my work.
Thanks for reading. - S.F.E.