Alright everyone! Here's chapter one! Enjoy!
It was late afternoon and Elle was out and about in Gondor. Elrie was her name, but Elle was short. The second daughter of Celeborn and Galadriel. She was a very young elf and looked to be around the age of nineteen or so. Her hair was golden like her mothers and her eyes where as green as the grass. She was princess of Lothlorien and always had the hood of the cloak up so she could not be recognized. Elle had just moved into a cottage and was exploring the grand city. She came across the palace where King Elessar and Queen Arwen had lived. She had heard many tales about the two. For the story of the Ring had been her favorite. Just then, she was knocked flat on her back by a young man around the same age as she had been. "Pardon me ma'lady!" he screeched, as he helped her up. "What did you do that for?" she said, dusting off her white flowing gown. Elle than looked at him. He was smiling at her, knowing she was all right. "I'm so sorry." Elle saw that it was prince Eldarion. "My Lord!" she kneeled down. "It is I who should be sorry. I should have not been standing in your way." Eldarion chuckled at the sight of her kneeling before him. "My lady, is this a joke? You are of royal blood yourself princess. You should not be kneeling." Elle stood up and hung her head. "I try not to think I am." Eldarion chuckled again. "Why so gloom! Not everyone has a chance of being royal." Elle looked up at him. Their eyes met for sometime and finally she spoke, "It is not easy being locked up in a castle all day and when you do come out, you are bound to a throne. You have no freedom to explore the world around. I was lucky to get past our guards and find a nice house here in Gondor. I know they'll find me soon, but I will enjoy the freedom of what I have." Eldarion and Elle had been life long friends but where separated as children. Their eyes met again. "Why do you hide such beauty?" Eldarion said lowering her hood. "You are too kind sir," Elle raised her hood up again, "but I do not wish to be recognized." Eldarion looked at her as if she was an angel. "Why do you look at me like I'm one of the Valier?" she asked looking away from him. "You tell me you aren't?" Eldarion said smiling at her. Elle grinned and looked away. "Come, I want to show you something!" Eldarion took Elle by the hand and began to run. "Wait! Where are we going!" "Into a dream!" he yelled back at her. Elle felt excited, for she had not seen Eldarion in years. They where merle children when they where split apart. Elle remembered kissing him on the cheek, and throwing rocks at him, and sword fighting with wooden swords. They had been best friends and by the looks of it, still where.
It was late afternoon and Elle was out and about in Gondor. Elrie was her name, but Elle was short. The second daughter of Celeborn and Galadriel. She was a very young elf and looked to be around the age of nineteen or so. Her hair was golden like her mothers and her eyes where as green as the grass. She was princess of Lothlorien and always had the hood of the cloak up so she could not be recognized. Elle had just moved into a cottage and was exploring the grand city. She came across the palace where King Elessar and Queen Arwen had lived. She had heard many tales about the two. For the story of the Ring had been her favorite. Just then, she was knocked flat on her back by a young man around the same age as she had been. "Pardon me ma'lady!" he screeched, as he helped her up. "What did you do that for?" she said, dusting off her white flowing gown. Elle than looked at him. He was smiling at her, knowing she was all right. "I'm so sorry." Elle saw that it was prince Eldarion. "My Lord!" she kneeled down. "It is I who should be sorry. I should have not been standing in your way." Eldarion chuckled at the sight of her kneeling before him. "My lady, is this a joke? You are of royal blood yourself princess. You should not be kneeling." Elle stood up and hung her head. "I try not to think I am." Eldarion chuckled again. "Why so gloom! Not everyone has a chance of being royal." Elle looked up at him. Their eyes met for sometime and finally she spoke, "It is not easy being locked up in a castle all day and when you do come out, you are bound to a throne. You have no freedom to explore the world around. I was lucky to get past our guards and find a nice house here in Gondor. I know they'll find me soon, but I will enjoy the freedom of what I have." Eldarion and Elle had been life long friends but where separated as children. Their eyes met again. "Why do you hide such beauty?" Eldarion said lowering her hood. "You are too kind sir," Elle raised her hood up again, "but I do not wish to be recognized." Eldarion looked at her as if she was an angel. "Why do you look at me like I'm one of the Valier?" she asked looking away from him. "You tell me you aren't?" Eldarion said smiling at her. Elle grinned and looked away. "Come, I want to show you something!" Eldarion took Elle by the hand and began to run. "Wait! Where are we going!" "Into a dream!" he yelled back at her. Elle felt excited, for she had not seen Eldarion in years. They where merle children when they where split apart. Elle remembered kissing him on the cheek, and throwing rocks at him, and sword fighting with wooden swords. They had been best friends and by the looks of it, still where.