Hi, this is my first story here on ! I have been on Wattpad for a while now, and now I want to try something new. Please review, and let me know if this is worth continuing! And Oh, anything you recognize from Tolkien's work is not mine. (Although I wish it was;)! P.S. Reviews make me update faster!
10 years old*
"Ariza!"
A teenage ellon called down through the corridors, frantically searching for his infant sister.
"Ariza!" He called again, only to hear a small giggle bubbling from the garden. The young elf turned sharply, before jogging to the garden, his feet making no sound as he did so. He reached the garden to see the toddler in her brand new clothes... completely coated in mud.
"Oh Ariza, Nana will kill me! Those were brand new!" The elf exclaimed while holding a hand to his forehead, and pinching his eyebrows together.
In response the child giggled and lobbed a glob of mud at him. The elf easily sidestepped the throw, and bent down in front of her, chuckling slightly.
"If our sister's title is the evenstar of our people, your title shall be Hiril uin i Mar ( Lady of the Earth.) "
The child eyed him suspiciously with her vibrant blue green eyes.
Then she promptly shoved a handful of mud onto his face, before smearing it all over. She finished, and looked at her brother with big, innocent eyes. She then quickly started to run away, before turning to face him once more.
"Wonderful." He said while fondly glancing at the little elfling who was bouncing over to him. Her curly blonde hair was waving frantically as she ran to him, wrapping her tiny arms around his legs.
" Ro, you are not mad at me... are you?" She sniffled, while wiping her face with muddy hands.
Elrohir sighed as his trousers were smeared with mud.
"Of course not little one. Now come, Nana and Ada are waiting." A laugh bubbled from her lips as she tried to run away from him on her chubby toddler legs.
She ran ahead of him, tracking mud with every step she took... the maids would not be happy.
Elrohir sped up, and swooped down on his little sister. Rounding a corner Elrohir caught sight of his parent waiting for him.
At the sight of Ariza, their eyes widened.
CelebrÃan instantly surged forward,
"What happened?" She asked, taking in her daughter's ruined dress.
" I found her in the garden, playing in the mud." Elrohir admitted, putting Ariza down so that his mother may take her, and clean her up...again.
But this time, instead of walking away with her mother, Ariza rushed at Elrond, flinging herself into his arms. Instantly covering him in a blanket of mud.
And that is when the delegates from Greenwood arrived.
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" Ada, Ada, it is story time!" the young elfling called from her room. Lord Elrond was shaking his head, and smiling as he strode into her room. Ariza was already under her covers, and snuggling into her pillows, her small book clutched in her hands. Lord Elrond took the book and set it on the nightstand beside her bed. The small elfling, of a mere 10 years old frowned, and reached for the book.
" We will not be reading from the book tonight my child." he said as he grabbed her hand. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she cried.
" Do I not get stories anymore Ada, have I done something wrong?" she cried, as she looked up at him with her strange blue - green eyes.
" No, my little flower, tonight I am going to tell you the legend of the Ardainian elves." he watched as her ears pricked up at the mention of a different type of elf.
" You mean there are other types of elves out there besides us?" she questioned through her tear clouded eyes.
" Well they are not exactly elves, but I will tell you the story if you be quiet." he stated firmly. He chuckled as she instantly stopped yammering.
He began " Long ago, a short time after Eru, and the other Valar created man, elves, and dwarves. Eru had begun to work on another creature, they were of mostly elven blood, for they would have the grace, beauty, and lifespan of an elf, the creatures, not being full elves would seldom get sick. But that does not mean that they never fall ill. They were also mixed with dwarves, and humans, and something else, a new trait that only they had. Inheriting the dwarve's stubbornness, and the human's compassion. But when Eru sent them to Arda, there were not multiple like the others he had created.
Instead there were only four. Two sets of twins were born, two of the sky and the other of the sea. When the time came, they tried to have children with the opposite gender, of the other set of twins. Eru soon found out that they had a purpose, and they could not multiply, until their purpose is completed. A short time after one set of the couples became resentful to Eru and the Valar. Eru tried, and tried to bless them with a child, but the task was impossible. The couple turned to Morgoth for answers, who corrupted them, and used them. The other couple never strayed from the path of light. Time there after, they engaged in battle, and light prevailed in the end. But before the dark couple died, they transferred there strength to Melkor, healing him. Eru then understood, that he could not allow the couple to procreate, for he understood, that only in dire need would he send one to Arda. The couple lived out the rest of their days in peace. And there has never been an Ardainian elf again..." he finished, and looked at the child who was shivering in fear, and held her close. He did not know that the story would impact her in this way.
" M-M-M-Morgoth, will not return will he?" she asked on the brink of tears.
" Of course not my daughter, he was banished far before you were born." He crooned sincerely.
" Good." she said yawning, and looking at him through drooping eyelids.
" Good night, my little flower." he said as he kissed her on the forehead, and bid a farewell.
He stayed by her side, until he saw her breathing steadily . Then he slipped into the corridors, walking back to his chambers. Once inside he let silent tears fall. He did not tell her the whole story, the worst part of it. He dreaded the day he would have to tell his daughter.
He knew how terrible her fate would soon be... And the pain she would suffer.