Prologue
Lady Laenara Ithiliea of Rivendell had always been the Elves' most prominent and deadly fighter, although she was seldom allowed to actually fight. This was her father, Elrond the Halfelven's, doing. Laenara, the younger sister to Arwen by about 500 hundred years, had not birthed well. During the time of her birth, orcs had tormented Celebrian, her mother, who had been hurt so badly that she had departed to Valinor after her last child's birth. When the mother is in pain during an Elf-child's birth, this creates a lasting imprint on the child, who then grows up to be a fighter. So, in grief, Elrond had for bayed his youngest daughter to endanger her life. Perhaps because of this, or maybe it was always destined to become so, Laenara grew up bitter and resentful to the world. She was, in all respects, the White Lady of Rivendell. Fair and beautiful, proud and deadly, cold and dangerous, she was the Ithiliean Star of the Elven people, just as her sister was the Undomiel Star. And that is how she grew up. Training with her weapons endlessly until she became the deadliest fighter in all of Rivendell with the bow, sword, spear, and knives. With horses, she became unequaled. She had the skill to weave a horse in full gallop through a forest and never blink and eye. But always, no matter what happened, she held her cold, unforgiving, merciless nature. However, there were two people that saw the other side of her. The warm, lonely side of her. Those two people were her sister Arwen, and her father, Elrond. Around these two people, Laenara became almost elven again. She laughed and emitted a hidden beauty that made her shine like the star of Ithiliea that was her namesake.
But then, one day, that changed. There entered a third person in her life. One who equaled her skill in the fighting arts and quite nearly in horsemanship. He, the Prince of Mirkwood, Son of Thuranduil, Legolas Greenleaf, had fallen for the most dangerous, beautiful, proud elven Maiden in all of Middle-Earth.
Elrond had approved of this northern wood prince, and so had Arwen, and, together, they both hoped that he would be the key to unlocking Laenara's heart and throwing her proud ness away. So they had hoped.
But Laenara had other plans. So when the Ring set out from Hobbiton, Laenara begged her father to send her for the hobbits. But she was to late. And that's where this story starts.
Lady Laenara Ithiliea of Rivendell had always been the Elves' most prominent and deadly fighter, although she was seldom allowed to actually fight. This was her father, Elrond the Halfelven's, doing. Laenara, the younger sister to Arwen by about 500 hundred years, had not birthed well. During the time of her birth, orcs had tormented Celebrian, her mother, who had been hurt so badly that she had departed to Valinor after her last child's birth. When the mother is in pain during an Elf-child's birth, this creates a lasting imprint on the child, who then grows up to be a fighter. So, in grief, Elrond had for bayed his youngest daughter to endanger her life. Perhaps because of this, or maybe it was always destined to become so, Laenara grew up bitter and resentful to the world. She was, in all respects, the White Lady of Rivendell. Fair and beautiful, proud and deadly, cold and dangerous, she was the Ithiliean Star of the Elven people, just as her sister was the Undomiel Star. And that is how she grew up. Training with her weapons endlessly until she became the deadliest fighter in all of Rivendell with the bow, sword, spear, and knives. With horses, she became unequaled. She had the skill to weave a horse in full gallop through a forest and never blink and eye. But always, no matter what happened, she held her cold, unforgiving, merciless nature. However, there were two people that saw the other side of her. The warm, lonely side of her. Those two people were her sister Arwen, and her father, Elrond. Around these two people, Laenara became almost elven again. She laughed and emitted a hidden beauty that made her shine like the star of Ithiliea that was her namesake.
But then, one day, that changed. There entered a third person in her life. One who equaled her skill in the fighting arts and quite nearly in horsemanship. He, the Prince of Mirkwood, Son of Thuranduil, Legolas Greenleaf, had fallen for the most dangerous, beautiful, proud elven Maiden in all of Middle-Earth.
Elrond had approved of this northern wood prince, and so had Arwen, and, together, they both hoped that he would be the key to unlocking Laenara's heart and throwing her proud ness away. So they had hoped.
But Laenara had other plans. So when the Ring set out from Hobbiton, Laenara begged her father to send her for the hobbits. But she was to late. And that's where this story starts.
