((Authors note: Firithfalas and Nilcoirewen are characters that only
I, Morwen, can use. Also I am sure that you would not use them, as they are
very hard to pronounce. Thank you for taking the time to read, and I hope
you enjoy. ))
As the morning star began to rise over Lothlorien, a lone mourning dove cooed her melancholy hymn. A beautiful maid peacefully walked over to the nearby stream. She lowered her smooth hands into the swiftly running water. Her golden hair swayed in the gentle breeze. The elf was christened Firithfalas, but her companions abbreviated her name to Firith. As she stirred the reservoir, she began to dream.
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A handsome elf wandered her way, singing to himself as he sauntered. He glanced up to meet her gaze, and quickened his pace towards her. Firithfalas could hear her breath quicken as he took her hand sensitively into his. The virile delicately stroked her glowing face. He leaned down and, "Firith!"
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Firith jumped up as if she was shot with a dozen arrows. A lissome elf came skipping through the woods. Her long, cinnamon tinged tresses flowed behind her. A broad smile was placed on her ecstatic face.
"They are coming! They are coming!" the frolicsome elf announced.
"Who is coming Nirwen? Who?" Firith asked impatiently.
"The company of Mirkwood of course."
"Thranduil? And his elves?" the golden haired elf interrogated.
"Aye, that he is. Galadriel is summoning you to her chambers."
"Then I must go to her quickly," Firith established to herself.
"Come with me Nirwen."
Off the two ran as inaudibly and rapidly as they could. Firith inquired her friend to stay and wait for her return. With that she quietly ascended the staircase that wrapped around the colossal tree that supported the Queen's suite. She lightly knocked on the ivory door and a servant appeared at the entrance. Firith stepped in and waited for her aunt. Galadriel advanced into the room with a resplendent evening gown.
"Ah, my dearest niece. How doth thee fare?" the queen questioned.
Curtsying reverently she rose and replied, "I fare fine, thank you."
"Thranduil and his entourage arrive this evening, I am leaving you in charge to prepare for their stay. The King shall have the Moon Tree, and his company, well I shall leave that up to you."
Firith nodded approvingly and bid the matriarch's leave. After silently shutting the door, she fled down the stairs. She grabbed Nirwen's athletic arm and forced her to dash. They came to a clearing and Firith dropped to her knees and shrieked. How could this be happening? It was less than five hours distant.
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As the morning star began to rise over Lothlorien, a lone mourning dove cooed her melancholy hymn. A beautiful maid peacefully walked over to the nearby stream. She lowered her smooth hands into the swiftly running water. Her golden hair swayed in the gentle breeze. The elf was christened Firithfalas, but her companions abbreviated her name to Firith. As she stirred the reservoir, she began to dream.
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A handsome elf wandered her way, singing to himself as he sauntered. He glanced up to meet her gaze, and quickened his pace towards her. Firithfalas could hear her breath quicken as he took her hand sensitively into his. The virile delicately stroked her glowing face. He leaned down and, "Firith!"
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Firith jumped up as if she was shot with a dozen arrows. A lissome elf came skipping through the woods. Her long, cinnamon tinged tresses flowed behind her. A broad smile was placed on her ecstatic face.
"They are coming! They are coming!" the frolicsome elf announced.
"Who is coming Nirwen? Who?" Firith asked impatiently.
"The company of Mirkwood of course."
"Thranduil? And his elves?" the golden haired elf interrogated.
"Aye, that he is. Galadriel is summoning you to her chambers."
"Then I must go to her quickly," Firith established to herself.
"Come with me Nirwen."
Off the two ran as inaudibly and rapidly as they could. Firith inquired her friend to stay and wait for her return. With that she quietly ascended the staircase that wrapped around the colossal tree that supported the Queen's suite. She lightly knocked on the ivory door and a servant appeared at the entrance. Firith stepped in and waited for her aunt. Galadriel advanced into the room with a resplendent evening gown.
"Ah, my dearest niece. How doth thee fare?" the queen questioned.
Curtsying reverently she rose and replied, "I fare fine, thank you."
"Thranduil and his entourage arrive this evening, I am leaving you in charge to prepare for their stay. The King shall have the Moon Tree, and his company, well I shall leave that up to you."
Firith nodded approvingly and bid the matriarch's leave. After silently shutting the door, she fled down the stairs. She grabbed Nirwen's athletic arm and forced her to dash. They came to a clearing and Firith dropped to her knees and shrieked. How could this be happening? It was less than five hours distant.
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