Silver droplets fell down from a blue-gray sky, musically
tapping against the beautifully carved wooden roof above
Luintalathwen. She loved the rain. In fact, her family and a few
close friends had adopted the habit of calling her Rain every once in
a while. She loved to dance in it, sing it, walk in it, whatever. In
fact, she would be standing in it right now, had her father not
forced her to wear one of her best dresses. She was awaiting the
arrival of a friend whom she had not seen in what felt like an age.
She was coming to visit Luintalathwen in Imladris from Lothlorien.
Lothlorien was prime land of the elves in Middle Earth, and any
native of it, even if he be of the lowest class, was highly revered
by the other elves in Middle Earth.
It had been nearly 5 years (a very short time in Elvish reckoning)
since Luintalathwen and seen her friend, and every minute she awaited
her arrival felt drawn out, as the river seems to go on for ever to
the tired oarsmen. She tapped a white-booted foot impatiently,
occupying herself by admiring how her sparkly blue dress resembled
the rippling waves of a lake as she moved. She lifted her head,
ignoring a stray piece of dark hair that fell into her line of
vision, and stared back down the road from which her friend was
supposed to come. She certainly hoped the rain didn't hinder her
journey.
~L~