The rider was atop a brown steed, riding through the Woodlen Realm on his way to Lothlorien. The sunlight fell through openings in the trees, and he began to reach a clearing as memories flooded the Riders mind. A great sadness crept through him. He was in a cloak, and the hood covered shadowed his face well. The forest was silent this day. The steed named Ancali was walking slowly; his footsteps echoing softly throughout the silent clearing.
The rider whoseres to Ancali to stop as he hears a soft voice from a distance begin to sing in a sad tongue. He relaxes, and realizes he must be close to his destination. Suddenly, the sound of hooves running towards him in the distance makes him tense. He silently slides off Ancali, and takes him out of the clearing, and into the forest. He's positioned behind a tree, and spots six horses in the distance running fast to the clearing.
A halfling falls off the back of the horse from a rider. There are four halflings, two elves, a wizard, a dwarf, and a man. The group halted in the cleearing, and a hobbit with brown hair turns to the one on the ground.
"Sam! Sam are you allright?" The rider recognized Arwen as she slid off the horse to help the halfling.
"I'm okay," The blonde halfling replied, "I was just tired, and I lost my balance."
The blonde elf, kept his eyes toward the riders hiding spot. The rider could feel the elf's senses reaching out to him. "Nih rith callantw ghet dammis." (Something's in the wood. Watching.) The elf spoke.
Everyone looked to the woods. The riders adrenaline began to rise slowly.
A man with shoulder length hair grasped the handle of his sword and shouted "Show yourself!"
Ever so slowly, the rider stepped out into the clearing and continued to look down. A few of the halflings gasped. Everyone pulled out there weapons, ready to strike. Then the riders hands removed the cloak from her face, allowing them to see her in the sunlight.
The halflings stared in awe at her beauty. The blonde elf lowered his bow, recognizing you. The woods were silent as the group stared at her.
"My dear girl." The Wizard said. Until now, she didn't realize how familiar he seemed. It was as if her memory was clouded by a black sheet.
"Gandalf, who is she?" The brown haired halfling asked.
"Lady Vanmoriel," He said while getting off of the horse Shadowfax, "it has been a long time. Long time indeed." He approached her and embraced her in a hug.
Gandalf set a fire in her mind. She hugged back, but still didn't quite remember him.
"I do not know you." She spoke.
"I don't expect you too. You were a baby the last time I saw you. I was friends with your father. I could never forget those eyes." Gandalf explained.
"Of course!" Arwen gasped. She ran to embrace her and everyone continued to stare at her. Vanmoriel wasn't used to this much attention and quickly placed her hood over her head before they could see her cheeks redden.
"What brings you to Lothlorien?" Gandalf asked.
"The service for Haldir." Mentioning his name, was harder than she thought.
"Ahh. Such a sad thing." Gandalf sighed, "We are the Fellowship. That's Aragorn," he pointed to the man with shoulder length brown hair, "Gimili," he pointed to the red headed dwarf, "Mary, Pippin, Sam, Frodo," he pointed to the group of halflings, "and this is Legolas. I'm sure you two know each other."
Legolas bowed his head to her, but his blue eyes never left her.
"I should be going." She whispered.
"Would you like to ride with us?" Aragorn asked.
"I can not," she whispered.
"Why not?" The halfling called Pippin asked.
A smile smile creeps across her face and she let out a beautiful, high pitched whistle. Ancali stepped through the trees and into the clearing. Vanmoriel approached him and whispered something to him before kissing his muzzle. "Do not worry," She said as she mounted him, "I am sure we shall be seeing each other again." She leanes forward and whispered, "Nari hemas covarr." (Ride Hard, and fast.) With that, Ancali took off in a sprint and the fellowship fades behind her in the distance.
Vanmoriel enters Lothlorien, and dismounts Ancali at the stables. The elves heartbreaking tune that she once heard from afar in the woods now surrounded her, making her even more somber than before. Ancali nipped at her curly brown hair, and she smiled. "Well, I guess I'd better go see The Lady." She whispered to him.
After she said goodbye to Ancali, she made her way to The Lady Galadriel.
"Dear one," She whispered as Vanmoriel approached her. Her beauty was unbelieveable. Her pale white skin, long blonde hair and entrancing blue eyes. She was surrounded by her court as usual. They all had the straight blonde, almost white hair. Vanmoriel stood out among them with her brown curly hair. "How is everything?" She asked after giving her a kiss on both cheeks.
"Everything is well. I am having difficulty with his passing. He was like a father to me." Vanmoriel said, ignoring the tears stinging her eyes.
"I have missed you my niece. It is awful that you must visit for such heartbreaking reasons." She said as she gently placed both of her hands on Vanmoriel's shoulders, and looked into her eyes. "You look so empty. You're eyes know nothing but sadness. I insist you go change into something more comfortable, and get settled in. Kendrick will show you to your talan."
Vanmoriel bowed her head before turning to Kendrick. "My lady," He said quietly as he bowed his head to her.
"Kendrick, it is a pleasure to see you again." Vanmoriel said as he led her out of the court and onto one of the winding staircases in the large trees. "I believe the last time I saw you, I was a young girl."
"Correct, my lady. You were visiting The Lady with Haldir. In your adolescent years."
"I remember," she smiled. They reached the top of the staircase and she found herself on a circular platform surroundin the tree. There was a door in the tree and Kendrick stopped.
"This os the talan in which you will be staying. If you require anything at all, do not hesitate to ask." Kendrick smiled.
"Thank you, Kendrick." Vanmoriel said.
"My lady." He bowed his head and dismissed himself.
Vanmoriel entered her Talan, and took everything in. The beautiful bed, and the window letting in the moonlight. A white dress was awaiting her near a changed into it, and decided she did not want to rest just yet, so she made her way down the staircase to The Glade; the most peaceful place in Lothlorien.
Vanmoriel reaches the small staircase the descends to The Glade, and silently enters, tracing her fingers on the pdestal that held The Lady's mirror. A very sorrowful song being sung by the elves crept through the tree tops.
"It's beautiful here." A voice startled her, she turned to see Legolas standing in the middle of the staircase wearing a white Haboly. (outfit) "Forgive me, Lady Vanmoriel." He said, as he bowed his head to her.
"Legolas," She said quietly as she bowed back.
He walked down the rest of the stairs and joined her at the mirror. "Hemlad ver carent?" (What do you see?) He whispered.
"Ponih tumh karag, ton halmin ni rinnon." (I dare not look, for I am afraid.)
"What are you afraid of?" He asked as he faced her and looked into her eyes.
"I fear that I shall never accept his death." She whispered sadly.
"Untaha yirh galla." (You must not say such things.) He whispered.
"I fear it is true though." Vanmoriel said as she brok eye contact with him.
"Why do you say this?"
"Hadlir, is gone."
"It will get better. You will heal."
"Toh reth nobestal." (I can only hope so.) Vanmoriel looked back up at him. His eyes were entrancing, and she realized they were a comfort to her. An intoxicating comfort that she didn't want to depart from. This scared her more than the The Lady's Mirror.