Chapter One: Vanyaleuthil's Gift, Vanyaleuthil's Curse
In Mirkwood, there dwelt something so beautiful, so graceful, so peaceful, so innocent, and so perfect, that it was protected and adored with all of the strength that Mirkwood could manage, if not more. This creature's beauty could enchant any who looked upon it. When this being sang, the stars danced, the trees bowed, and the animals stopped to listen.
She had soft, silver-and-gold-blond hair, more brilliant than the moon, that fell close to the back of her knees. Her ivory skin was soft as a feather and as smooth as glass. Her eyes were the brightest, most intense, and dazzling azure eyes you could ever imagine. Two small, shining, six-pointed stars twinkled beautifully at the center of each eye, a quality most unique to her. They were outlined with a thin band of midnight black, and each was a rainbow of colors from right to left. Her heart-shaped face would dull the most beautiful diamond in the world. She had perfect, ruby-red lips, and long, thick, dark gold (with hints of silver) eyelashes that curled slightly at the ends. She had a dark brown, perfectly shaped mole on her left cheek, the perfect beauty mark. She had a softly-curved hourglass figure, long, slender arms, tall, thin legs, delicate little feet, slender, graceful hands, elegantly tapered ears, very large, perfect breasts, and large, perfectly round and sexy backside that made every male stare. She always smelled faintly of flowers and fresh fruit.
Her name was Vanyaleuthil. Vanyaleuthil Ancalima Noldowen Gilelee Vanya-ng'ante Alfirin Fair-Gem Angel Wise-Woman Star-Eyes Beautiful-Harp Small-Golden-Flower. But few ever saw her. When she was a young child, Vanyaleuthil lived in the outskirts of Mirkwood. Her fair mother and handsome father had been killed in an Orc attack. Her mother had silver-blonde hair and rainbow eyes. Her father had dark blue hair and pale blue eyes. Her mother and father had died in the attack, but Vanyaleuthil survived unscathed, fulfilling an age-old prophecy she was yet to discover.
Thranduil treasured the child, since she was clearly special. But aside from being incredibly beautiful and unique, Vanyaleuthil was also very intelligent, kind-hearted, and a superb warrior. She was by far the best horse-back rider in Mirkwood, could shoot an arrow and wield a sword better than Mirkwood's finest warriors, and had unbelievable skill with a sword, and she could catch a falling object faster than all the other maidens could blink an eye.
Thranduil knew that, when the time for Vanyaleuthil to fulfill her destiny came, he could not do anything to stop her from doing it. Vanyaleuthil had three close friends: Anya, Ëthíathenfírawen, and Lirimalas. Anya was a beautiful Elf with long black hair and dazzling golden eyes. She was very small and slender, and a great swordswoman. Ëthíathenfírawen had curly, strawberry-blonde hair and dark, oceanic blue eyes. She was tall for an Elf, and very beautiful. Lirimalas had silver-green hair and dark green eyes with silver flecks. She was also very beautiful and was a good archer.
One very early morning, in the fall, Vanyaleuthil was awakened by soft knocks at the door of her large mansion. Adjusting her sweeping cerulean nightgown and brushing her pearly silvery-flaxen curls until they were soft as velvet, Vanyaleuthil walked quietly to her door.
Placing her long, slender fingers on the crystal doorknob, Vanyaleuthil opened the door. It was a messenger of Lord Thranduil's.
Vanyaleuthil smiled, making the messenger smooth his braids and stand up tall. He said, "Lady Vanyaleuthil, you are personally invited by Lord Thranduil to tonight's evening ball. This is very formal; please dress your best. It is a banquet and a dance."
"I'll come, Elrol," Vanyaleuthil said softly and kindly, a smile springing to her beautiful face. Elrol blushed and smoothed his hair again.
Elrol departed, and Vanyaleuthil sighed, sitting gracefully down on a large davenport. She was pretty sure that she knew why Thranduil had invited her. Vanyaleuthil was the deepest desire of many unmarried (and several married, in fact) warriors, nobles, and good friends of Thranduil.
One time, not too long ago, Vanyaleuthil had been invited to a large feast. When the dancing began, a noble named Barantincoion, who was very fair, had strode across the enormous floor towards her. Taking her hand, he kissed it, and asked her to dance with him.
Vanyaleuthil had agreed, much to the dismay of the other lords, who glared daggers at Barantincoion, and stared dreamily at her. After the first song, Barantincoion, instead of leaving her, pulled her along to an unoccupied back corner. Running his hands through her hair he said over and over again, "Harma…harma." ("Treasure…treasure.")
He laid his head on her shoulder and held her until she broke away. Vanyaleuthil fled from the ball and back to her house, followed by four other lords. She closed her door before they reached her, and ran sobbing up to her bedroom.