Disclaimer: Elrond isn't mine only Kikyo. I hate disclaimers.
A young elf sat in the window, her long, silver hair draped over her shoulders. Her purple-green eyes glistened in the light of the full moon that hung above the city of Rivendell. She might have been around the age of three if she were a human, making her only a couple hundred years old in human years. She sighed, her small shoulders drooping as she did so. Lord Elrond came and sat upon the cushioned bench beside her, yet she did not care. A distant look seemed to be spreading across her face. Her eyes drooped but did not close.
"Kikyo?" asked Elrond, calling the girl's name. She didn't respond. "Kikyo?" He murmured again. He placed his hand underneath her chin and turned her head so that he could see her face. Her eyes were half closed; a sort of dullness had taken over them. Her mouth was parted slightly, as if its owner was enjoying a deep slumber. Elrond didn't move. He had seen that face before on many elves before this young girl. He slowly removed his hand from her chin, yet her head did not fall back against the window, it stayed where it was as if that was the only that Kikyo had control of upon her body. But slowly the mouth of the young elf began to move, and a little rasping sound escaped it. Then, very slowly, in monotone, Kikyo spoke.
"Long have elves been respected upon Middle-Earth. But now it is time for that to change, yet not in the way you would expect. The Age Of The Elf is approaching. Elves will grow in abundance and be respected even more among the other races, as good as this seems, 'tis not entirely so. With the dawn of this new era, many things will change, and not always for the better. New allies, enemies and customs shall come your way. Not only that, but many other things. You may loose your current customs if you are not careful. You may even loose the elven language, if worse comes to worse. But it is all up to you. You are a noble and proud race, and if you intend on keeping it that way, be warned: things are not always as they seem. You shall know when the Time Of The Elves approaches, for a sparrow will defeat a dragon in battle."
The little one's head bobbed forward and her body drooped; and after a moment soft snores were emitted from the small child. Elrond shook his head; fate was so cruel sometimes. Usually those who made such predictions played a great, and a lot of the time gruesome, role in its carrying out. Yet maybe fate would be kind to this child that one of Rivendell's finest families had adopted, and maybe she wouldn't have to do anything. But for now, it was late. Kikyo needed to get to bed. Scooping her small frame up into his arms, Elrond stood and headed off to the sleeping quarters of the Calderan family.
A young elf sat in the window, her long, silver hair draped over her shoulders. Her purple-green eyes glistened in the light of the full moon that hung above the city of Rivendell. She might have been around the age of three if she were a human, making her only a couple hundred years old in human years. She sighed, her small shoulders drooping as she did so. Lord Elrond came and sat upon the cushioned bench beside her, yet she did not care. A distant look seemed to be spreading across her face. Her eyes drooped but did not close.
"Kikyo?" asked Elrond, calling the girl's name. She didn't respond. "Kikyo?" He murmured again. He placed his hand underneath her chin and turned her head so that he could see her face. Her eyes were half closed; a sort of dullness had taken over them. Her mouth was parted slightly, as if its owner was enjoying a deep slumber. Elrond didn't move. He had seen that face before on many elves before this young girl. He slowly removed his hand from her chin, yet her head did not fall back against the window, it stayed where it was as if that was the only that Kikyo had control of upon her body. But slowly the mouth of the young elf began to move, and a little rasping sound escaped it. Then, very slowly, in monotone, Kikyo spoke.
"Long have elves been respected upon Middle-Earth. But now it is time for that to change, yet not in the way you would expect. The Age Of The Elf is approaching. Elves will grow in abundance and be respected even more among the other races, as good as this seems, 'tis not entirely so. With the dawn of this new era, many things will change, and not always for the better. New allies, enemies and customs shall come your way. Not only that, but many other things. You may loose your current customs if you are not careful. You may even loose the elven language, if worse comes to worse. But it is all up to you. You are a noble and proud race, and if you intend on keeping it that way, be warned: things are not always as they seem. You shall know when the Time Of The Elves approaches, for a sparrow will defeat a dragon in battle."
The little one's head bobbed forward and her body drooped; and after a moment soft snores were emitted from the small child. Elrond shook his head; fate was so cruel sometimes. Usually those who made such predictions played a great, and a lot of the time gruesome, role in its carrying out. Yet maybe fate would be kind to this child that one of Rivendell's finest families had adopted, and maybe she wouldn't have to do anything. But for now, it was late. Kikyo needed to get to bed. Scooping her small frame up into his arms, Elrond stood and headed off to the sleeping quarters of the Calderan family.