Lady Zyrial focused on the red spot. The sun was beaming upon her
unpleasantly that early afternoon. Sweat dripped down her forehead and her
sky blue eyes began to twitch and burn. Come on she said to herself. You
can do this. She harshly breathed in and pulled the arrow against the
string of the bow tightly and let go. The arrow glided across the field and
pushed through the red spot.
"We have a winner"! cried the Judge. Zyrial smiled to herself and lead out a sigh of relief. She had passed through the semi-finals. The audience cheered her on and from out of the throng popped out Prince Legolas. His cerulean blue eyes gleamed with happiness and thanks to the sun, his light-coloured hair shone like never before. He grinned and ran right towards Zyrial. He gave her a huge hug. Zyrial flinched a little because she was surprised that he had not knocked her down.
Legolas whispered into her ear, "You did it my Lady. I had complete faith in you." She gently broke away the hug. "I know and it is all thanks to you and those long hours of practice you instructed me to do," said Zyrial who was still amazed at what she had accomplished. "Well don't practice too hard because you do realize that you have no chance against me in the finals," said the Prince teasingly. Zyrial gave him a playful punch. "Well you cannot be too sure now can you? You have won every archery match since you were born, but miracles can happen and I pray for one," said Zyrial.
"Gosh! I am starving. Let's go get something to eat!" exclaimed Legolas as if he were a little child. The Lady nodded in agreement to her best friend and they made their way into the palace.
Lady Zyrial was a courtier and also an advisor to King Thandruil. Both her parents were no longer alive. Her father, Lord Parethus, had owned a vast area of land and trained many of the greatest elf warriors ever to live. Her mother was half-elven. Very little was known about her mother, but her father met her mother when he was visiting Rivendell. Her mother had gone by the name Ferra Loszela. Her parents wed in no time and her father decided to stay in Rivendell until she was born. That was the mistake he made. A terrible plague swept through Rivendell killing almost half the mortal population there. Her father was all right since elves are immune to disease, but the mortal blood in her mother surrendered to the disease and Ferra Loszela died right after giving birth to Zyrial. Lord Parethus returned to Mirkwood with a broken heart and the fruit of his love. He must have loved Ferra Loszela greatly because a month after his return he had died of grief.
Zyrial was raised by her father's sister-Countess Sherial- or Aunt Jolly as it was the name Zyrial had given her. Aunt Jolly's nickname spoke for itself. She was a pleasant, elderly elf who treated Zyrial as her own daughter. Aunt Jolly had a golden tone to her skin, long and curly ebony hair, and dark blue eyes. She was one of the tallest elves in the palace, but looked like any other elf. In contrast, Zyrial had pale skin, long and straight strands of silver hair with soft golden highlights and sky blue eyes. She was of the average elf height all though some of her mortal blood her made her a little shorter then some elves and she took great pride in her uncommon and beautiful hair colour.
Zyrial really stood out and that had gotten her tons of admirers and lovers, but she had always thought of them as a distraction and paid no attention to them. Right now, all Zyrial's mind was on was food and she entered the Private Dining Hall.
"We have a winner"! cried the Judge. Zyrial smiled to herself and lead out a sigh of relief. She had passed through the semi-finals. The audience cheered her on and from out of the throng popped out Prince Legolas. His cerulean blue eyes gleamed with happiness and thanks to the sun, his light-coloured hair shone like never before. He grinned and ran right towards Zyrial. He gave her a huge hug. Zyrial flinched a little because she was surprised that he had not knocked her down.
Legolas whispered into her ear, "You did it my Lady. I had complete faith in you." She gently broke away the hug. "I know and it is all thanks to you and those long hours of practice you instructed me to do," said Zyrial who was still amazed at what she had accomplished. "Well don't practice too hard because you do realize that you have no chance against me in the finals," said the Prince teasingly. Zyrial gave him a playful punch. "Well you cannot be too sure now can you? You have won every archery match since you were born, but miracles can happen and I pray for one," said Zyrial.
"Gosh! I am starving. Let's go get something to eat!" exclaimed Legolas as if he were a little child. The Lady nodded in agreement to her best friend and they made their way into the palace.
Lady Zyrial was a courtier and also an advisor to King Thandruil. Both her parents were no longer alive. Her father, Lord Parethus, had owned a vast area of land and trained many of the greatest elf warriors ever to live. Her mother was half-elven. Very little was known about her mother, but her father met her mother when he was visiting Rivendell. Her mother had gone by the name Ferra Loszela. Her parents wed in no time and her father decided to stay in Rivendell until she was born. That was the mistake he made. A terrible plague swept through Rivendell killing almost half the mortal population there. Her father was all right since elves are immune to disease, but the mortal blood in her mother surrendered to the disease and Ferra Loszela died right after giving birth to Zyrial. Lord Parethus returned to Mirkwood with a broken heart and the fruit of his love. He must have loved Ferra Loszela greatly because a month after his return he had died of grief.
Zyrial was raised by her father's sister-Countess Sherial- or Aunt Jolly as it was the name Zyrial had given her. Aunt Jolly's nickname spoke for itself. She was a pleasant, elderly elf who treated Zyrial as her own daughter. Aunt Jolly had a golden tone to her skin, long and curly ebony hair, and dark blue eyes. She was one of the tallest elves in the palace, but looked like any other elf. In contrast, Zyrial had pale skin, long and straight strands of silver hair with soft golden highlights and sky blue eyes. She was of the average elf height all though some of her mortal blood her made her a little shorter then some elves and she took great pride in her uncommon and beautiful hair colour.
Zyrial really stood out and that had gotten her tons of admirers and lovers, but she had always thought of them as a distraction and paid no attention to them. Right now, all Zyrial's mind was on was food and she entered the Private Dining Hall.