A lovely looking elf stood around a group of young hobbits waiting to tell
a very good story. She had promised them a true story with romance,
adventure, and hobbits in it. For many stories about the hobbits were told
from a hobbits point of view and they wanted to hear a story form an elves
point of view.
"Come on, Arwen please tell us the story," cried out one young hobbits, so she began.
A long time ago there was terrible war taking part all over middle earth. Everyone was affected, but mostly the men and elves. Elves were feeling on the ships away form this land and men were being attacked from all sides of their cites. Men and their wives fled with their children all over. One couple was killed on their way by the forces of evil. The baby wrapped in a loose blanket was dieing when she when was found by my father in the bushes near Rivendell. He took her home and nursed her as his own, my sister until she was old enough to walk. She then learned how to use all types of weapons and knew every part of Rivendell that there is to know. She was also taught how to ride and given a great horse, sire to Shadowfax. Though, soon she grew tired of the happiness that came after the war and left to become a ranger. On her own she learned about plants and their medical uses.
The half-elf, which named Ciara meaning dark and bvbmysterious, would ride upon her horse only coming back to Rivendell once and awhile. She rode wearing her favorite dark brown cloak and having its hood cover her face and eyes. Her eyes had turned dark looked away from everyone, for she was on her own once more.
"Come on, Arwen please tell us the story," cried out one young hobbits, so she began.
A long time ago there was terrible war taking part all over middle earth. Everyone was affected, but mostly the men and elves. Elves were feeling on the ships away form this land and men were being attacked from all sides of their cites. Men and their wives fled with their children all over. One couple was killed on their way by the forces of evil. The baby wrapped in a loose blanket was dieing when she when was found by my father in the bushes near Rivendell. He took her home and nursed her as his own, my sister until she was old enough to walk. She then learned how to use all types of weapons and knew every part of Rivendell that there is to know. She was also taught how to ride and given a great horse, sire to Shadowfax. Though, soon she grew tired of the happiness that came after the war and left to become a ranger. On her own she learned about plants and their medical uses.
The half-elf, which named Ciara meaning dark and bvbmysterious, would ride upon her horse only coming back to Rivendell once and awhile. She rode wearing her favorite dark brown cloak and having its hood cover her face and eyes. Her eyes had turned dark looked away from everyone, for she was on her own once more.