The Secret Passion
A/N: I have re-written the chapters, for some people have told me that it
is too short. I am sorry, but they are still short. I can't help it! I
would deeply appreciate some feedback. Also, I have changed the time-line,
for I believe 900 years old is VERY young for an elf. I'm getting better
*HOPEFULLY*.
A/N: I am fully aware that this story is a very good example of a Mary Sue, so you don't have to rub it in, OK? Something else, constructive criticism is VERY welcome. Meanwhile, flames are just ignored. Also, I have just started to read the books, and I am deeply sorry if I have messed up the time-line. *Curtsies* Well, lets get on with the story, shall we?
DISCLAIMER: The incredible Mr JRR Tolkien invented all of the characters you recognise. Otherwise they were invented by moi/amin/ME! So there, I do have an imagination! =P Now on with the story, I've kept you waiting for too long!
Prologue
In the far away land of Rivendell, just 100 years after Arwen was born, Elrond was blessed with yet another daughter. Even as a baby she was beautiful. They named her Meldávanë. She had curls already. Her eyes were grey. Oh, how happy Elrond was. Now he had another young girl to spoil. He would guard her with all his life and help her through the hard times.
2500 years later, Meldávanë had grown tall. She had beautiful long, curly, honey brown hair. Her eyes turned to a dark greenish brown. All of Rivendell's elf men turned to look at her as she entered a room or as she walked down the roads. She always wore blue and purple flowers on her curly hair, and they were always fresh. Her clothes were blue, with hints of ocean green and when she walked towards the Wind, they flowed around her, like waves at sea.
Meldávanë's father took care of her, but sometimes Meldávanë felt suffocated. She didn't notice it though. She could feel it, but never did it bother her, because it showed her how much her father cared.
Meldávanë was attractive. Many elf men liked her, but she had eyes for an impossible love. A 'ranger' so to say. He travelled a lot, and he didn't come from Rivendell. She had to do something about this love. A love so deep it should be caleed passion. From that day, Meldávanë decided to look that love away, but little did she know that her father and sister knew her too well. They soon noticed, but they never spoke about it. They called it "The Secret Passion".
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ A/N: Umkay! I hope you've enjoyed that, well. Read and Review PLEASE! I totally enjoy constructive criticism so I can make the story better, you know! And I'm re-writing the next chappie, so CALM DOWN AND WAIT!
A/N: I am fully aware that this story is a very good example of a Mary Sue, so you don't have to rub it in, OK? Something else, constructive criticism is VERY welcome. Meanwhile, flames are just ignored. Also, I have just started to read the books, and I am deeply sorry if I have messed up the time-line. *Curtsies* Well, lets get on with the story, shall we?
DISCLAIMER: The incredible Mr JRR Tolkien invented all of the characters you recognise. Otherwise they were invented by moi/amin/ME! So there, I do have an imagination! =P Now on with the story, I've kept you waiting for too long!
Prologue
In the far away land of Rivendell, just 100 years after Arwen was born, Elrond was blessed with yet another daughter. Even as a baby she was beautiful. They named her Meldávanë. She had curls already. Her eyes were grey. Oh, how happy Elrond was. Now he had another young girl to spoil. He would guard her with all his life and help her through the hard times.
2500 years later, Meldávanë had grown tall. She had beautiful long, curly, honey brown hair. Her eyes turned to a dark greenish brown. All of Rivendell's elf men turned to look at her as she entered a room or as she walked down the roads. She always wore blue and purple flowers on her curly hair, and they were always fresh. Her clothes were blue, with hints of ocean green and when she walked towards the Wind, they flowed around her, like waves at sea.
Meldávanë's father took care of her, but sometimes Meldávanë felt suffocated. She didn't notice it though. She could feel it, but never did it bother her, because it showed her how much her father cared.
Meldávanë was attractive. Many elf men liked her, but she had eyes for an impossible love. A 'ranger' so to say. He travelled a lot, and he didn't come from Rivendell. She had to do something about this love. A love so deep it should be caleed passion. From that day, Meldávanë decided to look that love away, but little did she know that her father and sister knew her too well. They soon noticed, but they never spoke about it. They called it "The Secret Passion".
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ A/N: Umkay! I hope you've enjoyed that, well. Read and Review PLEASE! I totally enjoy constructive criticism so I can make the story better, you know! And I'm re-writing the next chappie, so CALM DOWN AND WAIT!