~*~I don't know why I bother with this. We all know I don't own the Pretty
Elves~*~
~*~A/N: look for a reference to another one of our favorite Pretty Elves!!~*~
Alatariel's departure from Lothlorien was, at most, a sad one. Celeborn was clearly upset that yet another daughter was leaving for Rivendell, and he hoped this one would return and not fall in love with some high and mighty Councilman.
Galadriel had, at the last minute, allowed Haldir to go with the escort band, at the request of both him and Alatariel.
Along the way, the duo kept themselves busy with endless chatter, a few games, and talk of the future. Once they arrived in Rivendell, and Haldir was sure Alatariel was situated, he took his leave, but not before promising to write her twice a year, until her return to Lothlorien.
~*~
Years passed, and as promised, Haldir wrote to Alatariel twice a year. She always responded, and he could tell with each letter how much she had matured and flowered.
Finally, the time had come when Galadriel and Celeborn requested the return of their youngest daughter. They were preparing a celebration and all the Elves of Middle Earth were to be attending. Haldir, it was decided, would lead the escort band, along with his brothers and a few other guards.
By this time, Haldir and Uruviel were bethrothed, and she was not happy about the return of Alatariel, knowing full well that his attentions would once again be on her. As hard as she tried, she could not talk him out of going, and grew angrier and angrier.
Haldir was too excited to notice. He couldn't wait to see his Lalaith again. He knew she would be a grown woman by now. In the back of his mind, he couldn't help but hope her heart was not given to anyone. He brushed aside the thought, which seemed to come from nowhere, and set out on his journey.
~*~
Alatariel sat in her chamber with her best friend Gilraen, lounging about and talking about the latest gossip in Rivendell.
"I don't know why I even bother with that Elf. He is about at witty as a fig.", Alatariel said, laying back on her bed.
"You know, you're right. I have never noticed him even smile. Most unamusing", Gilraen said wrinkling her pretty nose.
Alatariel looked at her raven haired friend. Gilraen was one of, if not the most, exotic looking Elf maidens in all of Rivendell. Her skin was lightly tanned, which was most unusual when compared to the extreme paleness of Elves. Her hair was pitch black, and her eyes a light crystal blue.
Gilraen smiled then, changing the subject.
"Your old friend arrives today, then?"
Alatariel's yellow-green eyes lit up. She smiled and clasped her hands together.
"Oh yes! I had almost forgot!!", she said, springing up from her bed and rushing over to her mirror. Gilraen walked over to her friend and they looked at each other through the mirror.
"He might not even recognize you. You're not the gawky fawn that he last saw", Gilraen said, brushing Alatariel's long dark auburn hair.
Alatariel wrinkled her nose up, trying to find some trace of the young girl she knew her friend would know. After that, a competition ensued between the two to see who could make the silliest face.
They were so into their game, that neither Alatariel nor Gilraen heard the footsteps of a visitor.
"And I suppose that visitors of Lothlorien are of no interest to you, Lalaith?", came the amused voice of Elrond.
Alatariel looked up, her eyes wide with joy.
"Forgive me, Brother, I did not realize the time was near.", she said standing.
Elrond smiled, knowing how nervous the girl must be to see her old friend after so long.
"Go on, now. Our visitors are outside."
Alatariel took one last look in her mirror, smoothing out her light blue dress. She took Gilraen's hand and the two walked towards the outside gardens.
~*~I know, terrible place to stop. Don't kill me~*~
~*~A/N: look for a reference to another one of our favorite Pretty Elves!!~*~
Alatariel's departure from Lothlorien was, at most, a sad one. Celeborn was clearly upset that yet another daughter was leaving for Rivendell, and he hoped this one would return and not fall in love with some high and mighty Councilman.
Galadriel had, at the last minute, allowed Haldir to go with the escort band, at the request of both him and Alatariel.
Along the way, the duo kept themselves busy with endless chatter, a few games, and talk of the future. Once they arrived in Rivendell, and Haldir was sure Alatariel was situated, he took his leave, but not before promising to write her twice a year, until her return to Lothlorien.
~*~
Years passed, and as promised, Haldir wrote to Alatariel twice a year. She always responded, and he could tell with each letter how much she had matured and flowered.
Finally, the time had come when Galadriel and Celeborn requested the return of their youngest daughter. They were preparing a celebration and all the Elves of Middle Earth were to be attending. Haldir, it was decided, would lead the escort band, along with his brothers and a few other guards.
By this time, Haldir and Uruviel were bethrothed, and she was not happy about the return of Alatariel, knowing full well that his attentions would once again be on her. As hard as she tried, she could not talk him out of going, and grew angrier and angrier.
Haldir was too excited to notice. He couldn't wait to see his Lalaith again. He knew she would be a grown woman by now. In the back of his mind, he couldn't help but hope her heart was not given to anyone. He brushed aside the thought, which seemed to come from nowhere, and set out on his journey.
~*~
Alatariel sat in her chamber with her best friend Gilraen, lounging about and talking about the latest gossip in Rivendell.
"I don't know why I even bother with that Elf. He is about at witty as a fig.", Alatariel said, laying back on her bed.
"You know, you're right. I have never noticed him even smile. Most unamusing", Gilraen said wrinkling her pretty nose.
Alatariel looked at her raven haired friend. Gilraen was one of, if not the most, exotic looking Elf maidens in all of Rivendell. Her skin was lightly tanned, which was most unusual when compared to the extreme paleness of Elves. Her hair was pitch black, and her eyes a light crystal blue.
Gilraen smiled then, changing the subject.
"Your old friend arrives today, then?"
Alatariel's yellow-green eyes lit up. She smiled and clasped her hands together.
"Oh yes! I had almost forgot!!", she said, springing up from her bed and rushing over to her mirror. Gilraen walked over to her friend and they looked at each other through the mirror.
"He might not even recognize you. You're not the gawky fawn that he last saw", Gilraen said, brushing Alatariel's long dark auburn hair.
Alatariel wrinkled her nose up, trying to find some trace of the young girl she knew her friend would know. After that, a competition ensued between the two to see who could make the silliest face.
They were so into their game, that neither Alatariel nor Gilraen heard the footsteps of a visitor.
"And I suppose that visitors of Lothlorien are of no interest to you, Lalaith?", came the amused voice of Elrond.
Alatariel looked up, her eyes wide with joy.
"Forgive me, Brother, I did not realize the time was near.", she said standing.
Elrond smiled, knowing how nervous the girl must be to see her old friend after so long.
"Go on, now. Our visitors are outside."
Alatariel took one last look in her mirror, smoothing out her light blue dress. She took Gilraen's hand and the two walked towards the outside gardens.
~*~I know, terrible place to stop. Don't kill me~*~