Rivendell Rises
An Elven princess faced with a choice. A father insisting on marriage. The man of her dreams pops up while a man of a forbidden race is haunting her steps. Is this the man intended to free her?
A few things are my idea(I don't believe I've seen them anywhere else, let me know if I'm mistaken). These include all mentioned in the previous chapter as well as Saraná. I also am aware that there is probably no such thing as an Edhelnaug, but it's my story, my creature. The rest of it is all from the real Lord of the Rings. Enjoy!
Lord Elrond of Imladris held out his arm to his youngest child, and future ruler of Imladris. Taught with contained anger, Elencú lightly placed her hand on her father's outstretched arm and the two walked side by side down the corridors towards the ballroom.
The dread growing in Elencú's stomach grew far greater then before as they neared the ball. Unconsciously, her light touch grew into a death grip. Father turned his head slightly and smiled gently down at her. From what she had heard, he had a hard time choosing a life mate until he had found and fallen I love with Celebrain, her mother.
"Father, is Saraná going to be there?" Elencú asked, fearful of the answer. For she did not trust Saraná to be near her, for lately he had been singling her out in the crowd "Yes, of course. I see now that we have no need of this ball. As you might have already chosen your lifemate." he answered, grimly.
"Trust me, we still have need the ball. I cannot stand him. I do not wish to partake of his company, as it does not particularly relate to my choice of discussion. He is so rude! He thinks so highly of himself! That is the only thing I cannot abide! And I would rather not be in a discussion of myself." Elencú exclaimed softly.
"Then don't you fret. I shall find a way to keep him away from you, my dear." he said jovially, for he himself could not stand the lad. Saraná was an Edhelnaug, an elf/dwarf. A forbidden race that should not exist. He was scorned by many, but, Elencú had given him a chance as a person to prove he was worth her time, a courtesy she had always given every person she had met.
"Thank you, father." she answered thankfully, breathing a small sigh of relief. Elrond let a small smile escape to play across his face. They continued the remainder of the way in complete silence.
They entered the room amid a chorus of some small fan fair of trumpets. It was a round room lit with candles hanging form the ceiling. There were several fireplaces around the room that sent flickering light dancing around the room. The light form the fires and the candles hit the prisms dangling and rainbows glimmered around. They had hardly walked 5 feet into the room before Saraná immediately approached them asking if she would like to dance with him. "No, my dear boy, you cannot dance with her as of yet." father answered the question meant for his daughter, hastily trying to think of an excuse to why. "Why, my lord?" Saraná questioned, knowing that she very well could come. "Well, you see, its because..." father stuttered, unsure of how to answer.
I hope you enjoyed this chapter. How is Elencú going to get out of dancing with Saraná? Stay tuned to find out
-Kitté