Disclaimer: I don't own many of the characters in this story. J.R.R. Tolkien created them with his brilliant imagination. So they belong to him. *sniff* Kirilla and Mearia and Sarolas, however, are my intellectual property.

Don't flame me, please. If you find you dislike MH, don't read it. If you think Kirilla is a Mary Sue.. don't read it. Or better yet, go off and inspect your own work.. there're more Mary Sues around that one might think. I will defend my work. Plug it and go screw a thornbush if you hate my work. Don't comment unless you have something /constructive/. It may seem at first like Rilla will be a Mary Sue.. but if you wait and are patient.. she may just turn out better than you thought.

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The snowy pelt of the unicorn reflected the sunlight and the soft green glow of the forest. She moved with an ethereal grace and beauty, strides calculated and careful, but flowing. Her spiralling silvery horn curved slightly, shimmering in the light of the sun. Cloven hooves moved across the ground quickly, soundlessly, carrying her with speed and elegance, her long mane and tail flagging in the wind.

Violet eyes speckled with silver and gold watched the land as she sped through, their gaze deep, wary. She was watching for someone.. or something. They were not normal unicorn's eyes, though, and it gave her away to the observer. Elven eyes were hers, darting back and forth.

Suddenly, she came to a halt, mane and tail streaming against her neck and hindquarters. Then she peered warily around, as if to make sure she was alone. Slowly she lowered herself to the ground and curled within herself. A shimmery, white light enveloped her, and an elven maiden was left in the wake of the unicorn, curled up.

Languidly, she pulled herself to her feet and stood her full height, long hair falling about her in silvery waves. A soft, blue gown adorned her, in such a light hue it could easily be mistaken for white. Her face was gentle, her skin a pale, almost milky color, in contrast to a gemstone necklace that fell across her neck, silver in color with a gemstone hanging by the thinnest and strongest of threads.

The gemstone itself was emerald melded to sapphire, surrounded by a ring of silver, which was outlined by pure gold. A sort of ageless beauty was possessed by the elven maiden as she peered at her surroundings. Then quite suddenly as she was perfectly still, she was racing through the trees 'pon leather-clad feet.

As suddenly as she had begun her race, it ended beside a rather ancient-looking tree. Violet elven eyes scanned the serene forest for signs of life. Tranquility found, the pale one leaned against the tree, one arm stretching out across the trunk as if giving the tree a hug. The fingers of the hand tapped against the tree, then traced a path along the bark. Slowly, the bark fell into itself, creating a window into the tree.

Wearing a grim look, she pulled from the tree a bundle and threw it over her back, fastening the strings over her shoulder. Next she pulled out a hunting knife and lowered to tuck it into a slit in her sandals. The last thing she took from the tree was a finely-made set of pan pipes. With a soft smile, she looped them into a pocket of the bundle.

Leaning back from the dark hole, her long, pale fingers played another tapping sequence, and the hole pulled itself together again, the bark seeming to melt back together. Whispering a soft thank you, she crept away.

"It is time to visit Galadriel. She will know what it is I seek and what it is that has been hunting me these past years," murmured Kirilla, daughter of the half-unicorn elf called Laurea, born of one of the few unicorns of Endor, who had taken on an elven form by will of her love, an elven warrior from Lothlorien, haven for all those with elven blood running in their veins.