One day in the forest of Mirkwood there was a young elf named Ránëwén
Arnatuilë. Her name meant Bright Beauty. The elf was a princess and a
beautiful one too. Ránëwén's were a light green with gold tint by her
pupil. Her hair was a gold brown that would flow down to her Bosom. The
clothes she wore were mostly brown breeches, a gold tunic, and suede boots,
with her bow, sword, and quiver tied to her back. The sword she carried was
named Eáránë, (Blaze). Nobody could control her she was free with the wind
with her white glittering horse. Her horses name was Sairalindë Singollo,
(Beautiful Light). Ránëwén and Sairalindë were riding one day through the
forest when they heard a soft voice in the trees.
"What could that sound be," Ránëwén asked Sairalindë.
Rane used her elf ears to try to figure out witch way the sound was coming from. Soon she could find the way the noise was produced from. Rane, (short for Ránëwén), brought Sairalindë toward a small path toward a beautiful stream. At the stream there were beautiful wild flowers bordering the edge. On the flower's petals the light that peaked through the leaves hit the flowers giving them a colorful glow. Everything around was singing joyous songs about beauty and life as the water trickled down the rocks. On the side of the river laid a beautiful horse. The horse was the color of sand and had a mane of white. Rane new the horse for his name was Eärlindë Melwasúl. He belonged to the Prince of Mirkwood, Legolas.
Slowly she got off Sairalindë's bare back and walked towards the stream to have a drink. As she was tasting the magical, cool water she felt revitalized. Then suddenly she felt a breeze through her hair and found herself on the ground with Legolas on top of her.
"Your senses are getting weak Rane," Legolas said with a smirk.
"I was distracted by the cool stream and the green trees around it," said Rane defensively.
While Legolas was still on top of her she could feel his strong legs between hers and smell the forest in his hair. His eyes were a deep blue and his hair was a silvery blonde. His hair flowed to his upper chest. He wore clothing similar to Rane and had the same slender body except his tunic was silver. On Legolas' back he also carried his bow and quiver but instead of a sword he had two knives. Legolas was a handsome elf and charming, him and Rane have been friends since they were 500 years old. Now when Rane was turning 1000 soon and Legolas was already 1000 they were busy with their responsibilities. Ránëwén was princess of Fangorn forest, her duties to her kingdom was to help heal the plants and creatures of Middle Earth. Her and Legolas have gone on different adventures healing and hunting on their enchanted horses. Rane was the best warrior in her kingdom, experienced in both archery and swordsmanship. Legolas is also a warrior but is known for his archery. Together they are the best team and are never separated. Between Legolas and Rane there was always something between them but they could never show their feelings fearing to ruin the others response.
"Legolas we're needed at your fathers palace to disgust something, but he wouldn't tell me. I have a feeling it cannot be good," said Rane.
"Why do you say that Rane," Legolas asked.
"I saw the fear in his eyes and could sense it in his body," said Rane.
"Then we must go now to find out what is troubling him," said Legolas.
"I would get up but your still on top on me," said Rane.
She looked in Legolas's deep blue eyes and felt lost in his soul. Soon she felt the same gaze and felt a warm sensation through her body. Rane never felt this way before and didn't know what this feeling was.
"Could you please get off of me, Legolas," said Rane uncomfortably.
"Oh, of coarse," said Legolas, "Where do we have to go again?"
"To see your father," said Rane.
"Alright let's go," Legolas said getting on his horse Eärlindë.
"You can go on without me. Your father wishes to only see you. I want to ride with Sairalindë for a while. When you are done with the king come and look for us, only if you think you can find us," said Rane.
Legolas looked at Rane longingly, "I will my princess, don't go too far."
Legolas and Eärlindë rode off into the woods to the palace of Mirkwood Forest. Rane climbed onto Sairalindë's soft back and hung on to her mane.
"Run Sairalindë, run as fast as you can," said Rane in a whisper.
Sairalindë ran; she ran through the trees and rivers. Ránëwén felt free and wild as the wind. She felt one with Sairalindë taking her breath away she needed to think clearly of her thoughts. Everyday Ránëwén and Sairalindë would take these adventures and sometimes would be accompanied with Legolas and Eärlindë and race till they were tired. Soon Rane was out of the forest on the plains of Rhovanion, (Wilderland).
"Wow, Sairalindë," Rane said stroking Sairalindë's neck, "we'll wait for Legolas here."
Rane climbed slowly off Sairalindë's back and sat under the shadow of the border trees of Mirkwood Forest. Sairalindë lay slowly down next to Rane resting to sleep. Rane lied against her beautiful glittering horse and also fell asleep under the warm moist temperature of summer. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
I know it seems a little short. I just wanted to try it out and see what you guys thought. I'm starting on the next chapter and it will be up soon.
"What could that sound be," Ránëwén asked Sairalindë.
Rane used her elf ears to try to figure out witch way the sound was coming from. Soon she could find the way the noise was produced from. Rane, (short for Ránëwén), brought Sairalindë toward a small path toward a beautiful stream. At the stream there were beautiful wild flowers bordering the edge. On the flower's petals the light that peaked through the leaves hit the flowers giving them a colorful glow. Everything around was singing joyous songs about beauty and life as the water trickled down the rocks. On the side of the river laid a beautiful horse. The horse was the color of sand and had a mane of white. Rane new the horse for his name was Eärlindë Melwasúl. He belonged to the Prince of Mirkwood, Legolas.
Slowly she got off Sairalindë's bare back and walked towards the stream to have a drink. As she was tasting the magical, cool water she felt revitalized. Then suddenly she felt a breeze through her hair and found herself on the ground with Legolas on top of her.
"Your senses are getting weak Rane," Legolas said with a smirk.
"I was distracted by the cool stream and the green trees around it," said Rane defensively.
While Legolas was still on top of her she could feel his strong legs between hers and smell the forest in his hair. His eyes were a deep blue and his hair was a silvery blonde. His hair flowed to his upper chest. He wore clothing similar to Rane and had the same slender body except his tunic was silver. On Legolas' back he also carried his bow and quiver but instead of a sword he had two knives. Legolas was a handsome elf and charming, him and Rane have been friends since they were 500 years old. Now when Rane was turning 1000 soon and Legolas was already 1000 they were busy with their responsibilities. Ránëwén was princess of Fangorn forest, her duties to her kingdom was to help heal the plants and creatures of Middle Earth. Her and Legolas have gone on different adventures healing and hunting on their enchanted horses. Rane was the best warrior in her kingdom, experienced in both archery and swordsmanship. Legolas is also a warrior but is known for his archery. Together they are the best team and are never separated. Between Legolas and Rane there was always something between them but they could never show their feelings fearing to ruin the others response.
"Legolas we're needed at your fathers palace to disgust something, but he wouldn't tell me. I have a feeling it cannot be good," said Rane.
"Why do you say that Rane," Legolas asked.
"I saw the fear in his eyes and could sense it in his body," said Rane.
"Then we must go now to find out what is troubling him," said Legolas.
"I would get up but your still on top on me," said Rane.
She looked in Legolas's deep blue eyes and felt lost in his soul. Soon she felt the same gaze and felt a warm sensation through her body. Rane never felt this way before and didn't know what this feeling was.
"Could you please get off of me, Legolas," said Rane uncomfortably.
"Oh, of coarse," said Legolas, "Where do we have to go again?"
"To see your father," said Rane.
"Alright let's go," Legolas said getting on his horse Eärlindë.
"You can go on without me. Your father wishes to only see you. I want to ride with Sairalindë for a while. When you are done with the king come and look for us, only if you think you can find us," said Rane.
Legolas looked at Rane longingly, "I will my princess, don't go too far."
Legolas and Eärlindë rode off into the woods to the palace of Mirkwood Forest. Rane climbed onto Sairalindë's soft back and hung on to her mane.
"Run Sairalindë, run as fast as you can," said Rane in a whisper.
Sairalindë ran; she ran through the trees and rivers. Ránëwén felt free and wild as the wind. She felt one with Sairalindë taking her breath away she needed to think clearly of her thoughts. Everyday Ránëwén and Sairalindë would take these adventures and sometimes would be accompanied with Legolas and Eärlindë and race till they were tired. Soon Rane was out of the forest on the plains of Rhovanion, (Wilderland).
"Wow, Sairalindë," Rane said stroking Sairalindë's neck, "we'll wait for Legolas here."
Rane climbed slowly off Sairalindë's back and sat under the shadow of the border trees of Mirkwood Forest. Sairalindë lay slowly down next to Rane resting to sleep. Rane lied against her beautiful glittering horse and also fell asleep under the warm moist temperature of summer. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
I know it seems a little short. I just wanted to try it out and see what you guys thought. I'm starting on the next chapter and it will be up soon.