Ice Watcher
Prologue
The elf looked into the ice below her, her face giving no hint of emotion, other than her red puffy cheeks from previous crying. Other than that, her skin was icily pale, and her eyes an icy blue. Her hair was a shocking white, and all together, The elf looked like no other elf: she looked like an elf who had emerged from ice she looked into.
A pale, bare, foot touched the ice gently with a toe, and shivered slightly before drawing back. Then, with a single, swift motion, she smashed the ice puddle with her foot, and, bracing herself, looked at the water below. Drawing her breathe in quickly, her icy blue eyes snapped open, and instead of facing a puddle of water, she saw images…images she could not place. Elves from the past, from the future, running, living, dying, screaming…
With a pained scream, she fell to the ground, her hands around her face, huddled in a position like a child. "Tirilye!" said an elf, running up to Tirilye, who was still huddled on the ground. "Are you alright?" he asked, lifting her up.
Tirilye shook her head. "No." she said softly. "I'm going to Lothlorien." She said, finally, standing up.