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Enithea lifted her crystal eyes, which swept like doves across the city before her.
She stood in her boat, which rocked on the water, she stepped out onto the water, her bare feet kissing the surface. As she stood, the water seemed to pull her toward the city. As she swept across, lilies grasped her gown, making a train of snow behind her. She stepped onto the shore, her feet touching the warm soft sand. She turned as the sun sunk like a holed ship into the water, the lone white boat glimmering in the light.
One-by-one lights shone out from Rivendell, casting Enithea in shadows as her silhouette glided across the beach in dusk. She came to a bridge, taking its path a voice filled her heart.
"Enithea."
It whispered to her soul. It gleamed like silver, it flowed like water, yet she strained to hear the softly spoken words. Slowly she turned her head and saw a figure silhouetted. Leaving the bridge she followed a small path to the pavilion were the man stood.
The figure emerged from the sheath of shadows. He was tall and walked with grace across his path. His features were sharp, but softened by his long hair that fell across his back, the top half braided into a thin drape over the crown of his head. He looked stern, yet there was an air of authority that swept around him.
Enithea bowed low to the ground as the Elf came towards her.
"Get up, child." he said, his voice rumbled like thunder.
Enithea stood, and fell under the gaze of his pale blue eyes, that stared at her with wonder.
"You have finally come, dear one." He said
"Who are you?" Enithea asked, a sense of wonder fingering its way into her heart.
"I am Elrond, the Ruler of Rivendell. I have called you to me, Enithea."
"But why, who am I?"
"You are my daughter, sister of Arwen."
Enithea looked into Elronds blue eyes, something crept into her heart, a memory? Something faded into her soul, a recollection.
"Ada." She breathed, the Elvish word for her childhood becoming engraved on her lips,flaring in her memory
"Yes, child. Ada. I'm glad you remember," Elrond said tucking a stray hair behind her ear,as she gazed into his face, Memory flooding into her heart, guiding her to where she belonged.
"Where is Arwen?" Enithea quickly looked around in confusion, looking for her sister.
"That is why you are here, Enithea. Arwen is dying."
