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A Growing Light
A grandfather was someone to guide you. Someone to aid, care, and above all love you. Ranil was sure Elrond fit none of the above criteria. He was holding her back! Never had she experienced her own mistakes, her own failures because of the sheltered life she had led up to this point. Her mother, long since dead, slain in battle, would never had stood for this, Ranil was sure. Her Grandfather was unable to realize the fact that she was growing up. Every other female in Rivendell was given the privilege to fight, including her own sister, Arwen! Why was it then, that Ranil was forbidden to go anywhere near the royal guard?
Ranil continued running, though she had not stopped since she stormed from the Captain. She could feel the rhythmic beating of her heart against her ribs, rapidly speeding up as her breath came more and more staggered. Elf or not, she began to tire. The blood pumped wildly in her veins, her head throbbing from unreleased anger. With a scream of rage, Ranil came to an abrupt stop, throwing herself against the hard edge of a tree, slamming her fists into its bark.
She would not take another order, another command from the Lord of Rivendell. She would come and go as she pleased, and at the moment, going was what she pleased. She would go far away, venture into the lands of men, fight alongside the creatures of Middle Earth against the darkness that grew closer with each passing moment. She would do what her body had ached to do since she was cradle bound.
With a growing smile, Ranil gathered herself off the tree, determination set in her very bones. The ecstasy of defending her people was bright in her eyes, and she continued her run, though this time with a thought of destination. She would go south to Lorien, or perhaps west to Chetwood, or maybe she desired to ride even further to Lake Evendim, as long as the path took her far from the city she had grown in. Excitement filled her, and she fought desperately to contain herself. Adventure was just around the corner, far away from the confinements of Rivendell. She felt not an ounce of guilt at leaving her home behind, no word of her voyage. The only thing she had come to regret was not having the opportunity of seeing the look of utter shock when her Grandfather would find her gone, missing, without a trace tomorrow in the morn. Laughing silently to herself, she turned west, Chetwood was supposedly very nice this time of year.
"Aniel!" She whispered harshly as she ran. Ranil stopped and waited. Moments later a white steed galloped toward her, flicking its mane viciously.
"You never disappoint me." Were her final words before she mounted the horse, burying her heel into its side as she shoot forward at a fast canter. The wind ripped through her bound hair, and Ranil suddenly had the urge to untie the tight knot. Untwisting her hair, she let it ripple down her back, thrown about by the surge of air moving past her at an astounding rate. It caressed her, and Ranil laughed with joy, never feeling so carefree. Trees were just a blur of dark, hazel green surrounding her as she and Aniel passed noiselessly. She grinned, her and the horse moving as one. Ranil felt as if this was the way life was meant to be. It felt so right.
She continued on till it grew dark, her steed never once tiring. The stars shone brightly, flickering lightly as if celebrating alongside her about her new found freedom. Life was brilliant. It was fantastic. It was breathtaking. It was exactly was Ranil had been looking for. The small fire she had built slowly burnt out, and Ranil couldn't help but smile as she drifted off into a peaceful slumber. Though four words resonated within her head. She repeated them as she covered herself with Aniel's blanket.
"Chetwood, here I come."
Yes, for all you Legolas Lovers, (Myself included) he WILL make his way into the story! Patience is a virtue! Let me know what you think and REVIEW!
A Growing Light
A grandfather was someone to guide you. Someone to aid, care, and above all love you. Ranil was sure Elrond fit none of the above criteria. He was holding her back! Never had she experienced her own mistakes, her own failures because of the sheltered life she had led up to this point. Her mother, long since dead, slain in battle, would never had stood for this, Ranil was sure. Her Grandfather was unable to realize the fact that she was growing up. Every other female in Rivendell was given the privilege to fight, including her own sister, Arwen! Why was it then, that Ranil was forbidden to go anywhere near the royal guard?
Ranil continued running, though she had not stopped since she stormed from the Captain. She could feel the rhythmic beating of her heart against her ribs, rapidly speeding up as her breath came more and more staggered. Elf or not, she began to tire. The blood pumped wildly in her veins, her head throbbing from unreleased anger. With a scream of rage, Ranil came to an abrupt stop, throwing herself against the hard edge of a tree, slamming her fists into its bark.
She would not take another order, another command from the Lord of Rivendell. She would come and go as she pleased, and at the moment, going was what she pleased. She would go far away, venture into the lands of men, fight alongside the creatures of Middle Earth against the darkness that grew closer with each passing moment. She would do what her body had ached to do since she was cradle bound.
With a growing smile, Ranil gathered herself off the tree, determination set in her very bones. The ecstasy of defending her people was bright in her eyes, and she continued her run, though this time with a thought of destination. She would go south to Lorien, or perhaps west to Chetwood, or maybe she desired to ride even further to Lake Evendim, as long as the path took her far from the city she had grown in. Excitement filled her, and she fought desperately to contain herself. Adventure was just around the corner, far away from the confinements of Rivendell. She felt not an ounce of guilt at leaving her home behind, no word of her voyage. The only thing she had come to regret was not having the opportunity of seeing the look of utter shock when her Grandfather would find her gone, missing, without a trace tomorrow in the morn. Laughing silently to herself, she turned west, Chetwood was supposedly very nice this time of year.
"Aniel!" She whispered harshly as she ran. Ranil stopped and waited. Moments later a white steed galloped toward her, flicking its mane viciously.
"You never disappoint me." Were her final words before she mounted the horse, burying her heel into its side as she shoot forward at a fast canter. The wind ripped through her bound hair, and Ranil suddenly had the urge to untie the tight knot. Untwisting her hair, she let it ripple down her back, thrown about by the surge of air moving past her at an astounding rate. It caressed her, and Ranil laughed with joy, never feeling so carefree. Trees were just a blur of dark, hazel green surrounding her as she and Aniel passed noiselessly. She grinned, her and the horse moving as one. Ranil felt as if this was the way life was meant to be. It felt so right.
She continued on till it grew dark, her steed never once tiring. The stars shone brightly, flickering lightly as if celebrating alongside her about her new found freedom. Life was brilliant. It was fantastic. It was breathtaking. It was exactly was Ranil had been looking for. The small fire she had built slowly burnt out, and Ranil couldn't help but smile as she drifted off into a peaceful slumber. Though four words resonated within her head. She repeated them as she covered herself with Aniel's blanket.
"Chetwood, here I come."
Yes, for all you Legolas Lovers, (Myself included) he WILL make his way into the story! Patience is a virtue! Let me know what you think and REVIEW!