I've been writing some stories, but this is my first time to actually publish it. So if there is anything wrong please let me know. :)
In this story I create another Elven Kingdom which wasn't in the Lord of the Rings, but the main scene of the story will still be in Mirkwood.
Oh! And I try to put a little Sindarin I looked up on the net in my story, like "Henig" means "child" and "Ada" means "father". Hope you'll like my story and some reviews are most appreciated!
Deep in the Misty Mountains, there dwelt two kingdoms. One occupied eastern in the mountains, the Woodland realm, where resided the wood elves. The other dwelt even deeper into the forest beside the grey mountain, which few had known. There inhabited the elves endowed with mysterious power and rumor had it they were the elves doomed, with darkness and vicious. Thus people called them the shadowy elves for some had seen them with black tattoos imprinted on their left cheek and their figures moving like shadows among the forest. For the elves themselves, they held a complete different story. They called themselves the spiritual elves and their Kingdom, Wilwarin, named after the constellation of lights. Perceptiveness was their blessings which empowered them to sense the emotions in all creatures and to bond with their own kin in an utterly intimate tide. Hence the spirit elves were dreadful warriors and the borders of Wilwarin were the last to fall. They bonded to one another with their sensation drifted deep into the forest. Should there be any malice creature drew on, it would be easily spotted and killed. Their gift built them an invisible fortress, and the whole realm was once so grand and solid that drew Sauron's attention, attempting to devour this jovial Elven Kingdom.
A bounteous, steady wave of warmth came to Thranduil, like he had entered an unseen shield, and he knew they had crossed the border of Wilwarin. They rode through the sentry without interrogation and were guided directly to the Palace. The majestic halls ahead of them were emblazed with lights and the melodies of rejoice drift into Thranduil's ears. The celebration was definitely grand.
"Thranduil! At last! I thought you would not come." an elf came forth the second Thranduil slid elegantly down his horse. The elf's raven hair shimmered under the delicate moonlight, crested with intricate sculptured crown while silver leaves incrusted within. His stance was serene and regal under the velvet dark green robes and the piercing emerald green irises glittered with strength and wisdom.
"I would never miss my old friend's big day, Idhrenion." Thanduil gave him an unmistakable smirk.
"Like you could ever get away from it!" the two kings laughed in union, their deep voice echoed.
The whole realm was in outright celebration for their newborn princess. New life always brought vitality to the elves. Gwaedhiel dropped her gaze from the attic window and was met with a pair of emerald innocent big eyes. She had her father's eyes. She smiled tenderly at her beloved daughter.
"It's your big day, Ardhoniel." The baby waved her little round fist gleefully, as if conveying her agreement. The adorned wooden door creaked open and two tall, slender figures strode inside the room gracefully.
"Thranduil! At last! I thought you would not-" The queen of Wilwarin turned around elegantly to meet her old friend. Silver gown embroidered with golden thread falls flawlessly down to the floor, embellished her starlight grey eyes. Her rich black hair flowed down her waist braided with sparkling pearls.
"Valar, was that a telepathy? You two speak like duet. " Thranduil half jokingly stated and all three of them chuckled in concord. The baby in her arms mumbled a few sounds as if she was curious about the mirth danced in the air.
"What is it my little princess?" Gwaedhiel looked into her arms fondly. Three sets of eyes fall on the tiny figure, the air in the room flourished with tenderness. Her crystal green eyes suffused with innocent, so clear and bright, peeking around inquisitively and finally they stopped on the unfamiliar golden hair across the room.
"She was curious about you, Thranduil." The queen whispered in a low voice as if a mere sound uttered would startle the delicate baby.
"Is she ?" he too murmured in a much lower sound as he bent over to look at her. Their eyes met, he could see his silhouette reflected in her glittering green eyes. She gurgled, a small smile lit her chubby face and made the pink flush on her cheekbone even more adorable. His expression melted into tenderness and a bright smile drew to his fair countenance.
"May I?" wordlessly the queen handed over the baby with every movement as gentle and wary as she could. Thranduil cuddled her in his arms. Her small body was soft like marshmallow.
"Hello, henig." the baby reached up her tiny hands to him and he bent down his head to meet with her soft delicate palm. He could not contain his grin to beam wider.
"What's your name, henig?" he stroked her pinky cheeks tenderly.
"Her name is Ardhoniel, Lady of the constellation of starlight." Idhrenion came over and locked his gaze affectionately on the much alike emerald green irises.