In this tale, King Isildur has five children:

Aldarion, age 30, firstborn son and heir apparent to the throne

Eragon, age 26, second son

Ciaran, age 16, third son

Silmarien, age 16, only daughter and Ciaran's twin

Valandil, age 3, fourth son ( Aragorn's direct ancestor)

The focus is on the twins Ciaran and Silmarien. It is some years after Isildur acquires the One Ring. He has yet to be totally corrupted.

Silmarien slowly opened her eyes. The sunlight pouring through the window burned her eyes and made her heard ache to no end. She attempted to sit up and found that her entire body felt like she had been hit by a horse in full gallop. Her groggy mind tried to recount what had happened the night before…

Nothing came to her.

She looked about the room, taking in the graceful arches and elaborately carved statues.

Yes, I must be in Rivendell, she thought. She then remembered that her father had allowed her, Ciaran, and their friends, Padriac and Liadan, to accompany him to the Valley of the Elves. Isildur had to make a call to Thranduil in Greenwood, but decided to let the children travel on to Rivendell with an armed escort.

They had been awed by the Valley the first few days, but then the teenaged youngsters grew restless and wanted to go have a bit of "fun."

Silmarien's door opened. In came Liadan, her pale face had a greenish tinge and her fiery, red curls were all in tangled knots.

"You look terrible," said the Princess.

"Speak for yourself," muttered Liadan.

"That bad is it?"

"Aye," Liadan nodded, "it is."

Silmarien forced herself out of bed. Her head pounding all the more as she wobbled over to the mirror. She gazed at her image. Her face was blanched and there were deep circles under her eyes. Her dark hair was a tragedy in itself, and there was a clump of something yellow in one of her curly locks. She didn't hazard a guess at what it was.

She turned back to her friend who had sat herself on the bed.

"Do you recall what happened yesterday?"

Liadan scrunched up her face. "Only that we had begged Lord Elrond to allow us to go riding in the woods, only the leave the woods entirely to go to that village nearby. And then we…" Her face contorted. She put her hand to her mouth, ran to the nearest window and retched.

Silmarien, being a helpful friend, went over and held back Liadan's wild hair while her skinny little body convulsed as great heaves of vomit spewed from her mouth and onto the ground below.

"Ah, yes," the Princess muttered, "I remember now. Some lads and lasses from the village were having a sort of party, and had a couple of barrels of ale they had procured from the brewery."

Liadan straightened and wiped her face. "I'd wager there were more than a couple."

Silmarien nodded. "Probably. But how did we get back here?"

Liadan shrugged. "I suppose the boys are about here somewhere. Let's ask them."

"First, I'm going to bathe," said Silmarien, "Then, we'll go seek out my brother and Padriac."

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