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Chapter two; A New Home
White, white, white, my world was white. I could not move or see or hear, but I saw white. A thought shot across my mind.
"Snow." I whispered to myself, not knowing why I said it, I knew it was not really snow.
A small spot of blue entered my vision and, among the "snow", it looked like a blue flower.
"Blue snow flower." I whispered again, then realized I could move, hear, feel, and speak, but nothing more.
I heard a bird whistling in the distance and felt a breeze gently wrap around me. A mossy grass was underneath me and I knew I was outside, but outside where? I tried to remember something, anything, but nothing came to mind.
I heard light pattering sounds getting louder and the thought of horses immediately came to mind.
"She's here," yelled an older, worn voice next to me.
I was surprised at the sound, especially since I just noticed the warmth that had been right next to me for quite sometime. I opened my eyes, but the blinding light of the sun only made the "snow" whiter than before.
I closed my eyes and came to my senses a few moments later, regretting it once I felt the over-whelming pain. I felt someone taking me into their arms and pick me up and opened my eyes once again. I looked up into the face of a man with long, straight brown hair.
He looked back at me with kindness in his eyes, and I knew I was in good hands, but it was my last thought before blacking out once again.
~*~
Three days later...
I groaned and rolled to one side, my leg aching, but not as sharp a pain like before. I looked around to see I was in a richly furnished room and very large, very comfortable bed. A thick comforter lay on top of me, beautifully decorated with exotic flowers around a powerful waterfall and mighty trees.
I slid off to one side of the bed and carefully limped to the nearest window. I leaned against the wall for support and saw I was wearing a nightgown made of a soft pale green silk. I lifted the skirt to see my leg bandaged from top to bottom looking like whomever did it really knew what he was doing.
'Yuck. A dress.' I thought, then wondered why I despised the gown so terribly.
It was a beautiful garment with spaghetti tank-top sleeves and bunched together in the middle. It was pinched in the back to showoff my figure and draped just a bit further than my ankles and slit where it ended, but still, I hated it with all my heart.
I decided I would not where dresses as long as I was given a choice, but my question was, was I even in a position to argue of what my attire may be? I reached for the handle on the window and gently forced it downward.
I shifted my weight to the pane of the window and slowly, it opened. I looked out into the distance, there were mountains far into the land and a village below. A few people were walking and talking here and there, but they seemed strange, wrong in some sort of way.
I was so concentrated on trying to figure out just *what* was wrong with them that I didn't hear anyone enter.
"You're awake," A man said standing in the doorway as I jumped in surprise.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't hear you come in," I replied, "if I may ask, where am I?"
"You are in Rivendell, Middle Earth, and I am Elrohnd. Who might you be?"
"I? I don't know who I am to tell you the truth. I have lost all memory. I know not that I am nor what I am nor where I come from. I fear I have no home."
"Then consider this your home."
I was completely speechless, "Oh, no, I could never impose-"
"Then consider it a gift." He interrupted.
I paused for a moment, wondering if I should except. He seemed intent in keeping me here, I supposed I might as well.
"Thank you kind sir," I said thankfully, wondering if I should bow or something; I didn't. "May I ask for something I feel rather embarrassed about," I asked.
"Anything," He answered generously.
"Well, um," I stammered blushing, "I'd rather, not where dresses. I don't exactly know why, but they bother me."
He laughed at the simple request as I stood there blushing to an even deeper red.
"Dear child, of course, you may have whatever makes you comfortable."
From that day on I lived the ways of an elf. I learned their graceful language and there past along with other races'. I was told of the great battle, the ring, and of course, how it was destroyed after the perilous journey made by Frodo and his companions.
For some reason, my greatest joy came from running, which was what I saw as an excuse to wear pants instead of dresses. The women of Rivendell thought of it strange and wrong for a girl my age, or any for that matter.
I heard them whispering like little mice about me, but I didn't care for their gossip, or many other feminine things to tell you the truth. When I was told of the warriors who risked their lives for the sake of others and always kept going, I was inspired.
I watched one day as an archer practiced in private, or so he thought! When he was tired afterward, I was more anxious than ever. He left his bow and quill behind like always and walked away, knowing they would be safe.
As soon as I could no longer hear his footsteps, I leaped from my hiding and ran for the weapons. I had no guilt for touching and using his things; it wasn't like I was going to hurt them anyway. I slowly picked up the bow, admiring its weight, beauty, and carvings along the sides. I had watched enough to know what to do, basically.
I held the bow in my left hand and took an arrow in the other. I placed the arrow at my arm's length then pulled it back. I knew to hit the tree ahead of me in the distance, you had to pull the string back fairly far, so I stretched my arm back till it would go no more, then, twang!
The arrow shot through the air and skidded to a stop in the ground without getting even near to the tree.
'Wow,' I thought, 'this is a lot harder than it looks!"
I pulled another arrow out of the quill and pulled back the string to try again, but before I could let it go, a hand slid over mine and held it tight, keeping the arrow in place. I gasped in shock at the interrupter.
I tilted my head backward to see the archer who owned the weapons smirking and raising an eyebrow at me. I blushed into a scarlet red.
"Oh my gosh, I'm sorry, seriously, sorry, I'll go now." I said ripping away from the brown-golden haired elf and setting the bow and quills where he had left them.
"You know you should be more quiet, I could hear you from a mile away," He said still smirking.
"That's right, you can hear extra sharp can't you." I replied.
"You mean you can't?" he asked his smile wiped from his face and replaced with curiousity.
"I'm not an elf." I replied over my shoulder as I trotted away still slightly embarrassed.
"Hey," he called to me as I turned, "you want to learn how shoot an arrow?"
"Who, me?" I asked dumbfounded, "Uh, yeah."
"Strange girl," He said shaking his head, "I'll teach you if you'll listen."
"Wow really?" I asked excited.
He nodded as I walked back to him.
"Thank you! I've been a bit too embarrassed to ask anyone to teach me, I already have a reputation for being boyish."
He chuckled, "Oh so you're Elrohnd's adopted girl."
"I have a name you know."
"I know. It's Luinlosloth. Why did he name you that?"
"Well, for one I didn't remember my name, and two, it was the first thing I said."
"Luinlosloth?"
"Well, obviously it wasn't in elvish. When I said it, it was 'Blue Snow Flower' so that's what he named me."
"But why did you say that?"
"I don't really know, I think it was because I saw white when I was half- unconscious and a spot of blue, the first thing that came to mind was a blue flower in the snow, so I said it to myself out-loud. Little did I know there was Elrohnd right beside me the whole time. So, now that you know my name and the history behind it, how about you tell me yours?"
"My name's Turnar."
"Master of the fire?"
"My father named me, he wanted me to be a sorcerer and be someone who stood out, who did something, I wished to arch."
"You have a mind of your own, that's a good thing." I replied smiling.
"Let's get started, shall we?"
~*~
At my third year staying in Rivendell, my passion towards fighting only grew. I knew many powerful people, some taught me medicine, others fighting techniques or spells. When Elrohnd finally found how I used most of my afternoon time, instead of being cross for not knowing, I received the finest of long-bows and swiftest of arrows held in a strong quill set by my dresser.
I ran to thank him as soon as I could for understanding that I had different passions than Arwen. By this time, Arwen had become like a sister to me, but there were many things I was jealous for.
First of all, her skin was fair and pale as the moon, soft as silk, beautiful. Her lips were full and her hair was always perfect. Beauty-wise, I envied her eyes most of all. Those deep, dark blue never-ending puddles were what I thought to be the most beautiful of all.
She was kind and fair and loving and generous. She was feminine and a follower yet made decisions of her own. Elrohnd was her actual father, which would never change, but I was only an orphan. Most of all, she had Aragorn.
Of course she was always nice to me, always kind and loving and passionate, but she teased me for my boyish acts. For running and striving to be a warrior I was scolded, but I knew it was because she didn't want to see me hurt.
I compared to her was almost the exact opposite. My skin was tan and unnoticeable freckles kissed my nose and cheeks. My lips were thinner and my eyes were strange. A sea-green-blue encircled the iris and separated inside. Sparks of mischievous yellow dodged the slashes of dark green and blue.
My hair was always pulled back and out of my way in a ponytail then braided. I was swift, curious, mischievous, and strong-minded. I let nothing get in my way or put me down, and I was impatient when it came to others. When I was learning I would strive till I was at my very best, no matter what it took.
I loved to arch, especially now that I was better at it and had the bow and quill from father, but I felt I need something else. When I told this to Tunar, he suggested taking up the sword.
"It would probably make you stronger than you already are and improve you movements till you quick as a real elf." He said.
"Oh?" I replied, "you don't trust my speed as it is? I have been practicing and as the days pass, I get faster than before." I bragged smiling.
"Well then you cocky little thing, why don't you put it to the test with a *real* elf?" he tempted.
"Why not?" I replied still smiling confidently.
"No human can beat me, no matter how much they practice."
"Hey! You don't know if I'm human or what so don't start making suggestions."
"What else could you be? You don't have the ears or eyes of an elf so that rules you out, you're too tall to be a hobbit and they too have pointed ears, and there's no way you're a dwarf, I know that for sure!"
"What of a wizard? Or sorceress?"
"You don't know magic!"
"I know some! Maybe I never knew it because I was never taught!"
"No, no way! You're closer to a human than anything else."
"Men are weak! I will never be one of them! They cannot jump, they cannot run, and they are too stubborn to see the truth!"
"Like you?"
"You don't know if that really is the truth."
"You know some humans can run fairly fast."
"No, all the running I've ever seen was much too slow."
"Who was it running?"
"Aragorn mostly."
"He's pretty fast!"
"If you consider him fast then I don't recommend underestimating me."
"Okay, come on, first one to your house wins."
"Do you mean to tell me you're going to risk running that long trail and through the village?"
"It's not fun without the village!"
"Okay, it's your funeral."
"Ready."
"Set."
"Go!" we both cried as we blasted forward.
He was a very good runner, swift and quick on his feet, but I was only using half my speed to stay neck-and-neck with him.
'Once we hit the village, then I'll show him my real speed. Those women will finally see what I've come to. I'll show them all for teasing me!'
We rounded the corner and hit the village; I went full speed leaving Tunar in he dust. At sharp turns I couldn't run through, I hit the wall and jumped off, regaining my speed once I hit the ground.
My house was close and I saw Tunar catching up, so I teased him by staying only two feet ahead. Once we neared the wall of my house, I didn't stop going; I ran up the wall and flipped over back onto my feet.
Both of us were out of breath, he so much he dropped to one knee and I so much I could barely talk, but soon the words came.
"Ha! I beat you! I knew I could! Never underestimate the power of a girl!" I gloated as he smiled and stood.
"You win, fair race," he said holding out his hand to shake.
I gladly shook hands with him as people got a good look at the strange human girl who beat an elf by a mile, whispering to others.
"I now understand." Tunar said to me.
"Hmm?" I asked.
"I understand why you know you're not human, that speed, that it not the human gene."
"I told you! But then, what am I?"
Just then, Elrohnd appeared above on the balcony.
"Luinlosloth, what do you think you were doing?" he shouted angrily.
"Oh God," I whispered, "Tunar, get out while you can, go!" I warned as he slipped away and hid in the nearest bush.
"Get up here now!" Elrohnd yelled.
I sighed then crouched down. Suddenly I sprang up and shot into the air, grabbing the railing and swinging over on the balcony high above. I knew the people would be talking to themselves of the "strange girl who runs faster than elves and jumps ten stories high."
"You know better than to run through the village, you and I both know your speed and you could have hurt someone!" Elrohnd scolded.
"Yes father." I replied meekly looking away.
He sighed and walked inside.
"I wish not to punish you," he said and I relaxed being very relieved, "but," 'Damn it!' "you knew you shouldn't have done it. Therefore you shall stay inside for the next two days and the remainder of this one."
"No, father please!" I begged, "I beg of you, choose any other punishment, just don't make me stay in here, I'll die!"
"You will not die!" he roared, "And you will learn the ways Arwen learned when she was your age!"
It felt like I couldn't breathe, I had promised myself to never, never let myself be turned into Arwen! It wasn't because she wasn't a good person to be like, heaven knows, but I had always wanted to be a warrior and if I turned into Arwen, I had no chance.
Elrohnd left me as I sunk down on my knees after closing the balcony doors. Any other girl would have sobbed her heart content, but I would not be so weak. I stood and walked to my room feeling empty.
I sighed as I lied on my bed and thought about what I was or could be. I wondered and imagined a beautiful race full of beautiful people like I had imagined my real mother and father before, but I knew it was all a fantasy.
I thought of swords and fights and how hard I would have to work at the mastering of it and smiled at the thought. I loved challenges, especially hard ones. I thought of my sword and how heavy it would be so I *did* get stronger. It would be *really* heavy.
I thought of my speed and movements my magic and my strength. Then my thoughts were broken by a knock on the door.
"Come in." I said.
A woman walked in carrying cloth and needles and thread.
"Master Elrohnd sent me here," she said.
"For what?" I asked carelessly, still lying on my bed.
"Embroidery lessons." She replied.
I laughed out-loud, "Embroidery? He expects me to sew little flowers on a piece of cloth?" I laughed again.
"No, not expects, orders," she replied, "and I am to keep you here till you do."
I gasped, 'no way!' after sensing the girl knew magic and really could keep me here!
~*~
Will she ever survive? Find out next time! Later!
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Chapter two; A New Home
White, white, white, my world was white. I could not move or see or hear, but I saw white. A thought shot across my mind.
"Snow." I whispered to myself, not knowing why I said it, I knew it was not really snow.
A small spot of blue entered my vision and, among the "snow", it looked like a blue flower.
"Blue snow flower." I whispered again, then realized I could move, hear, feel, and speak, but nothing more.
I heard a bird whistling in the distance and felt a breeze gently wrap around me. A mossy grass was underneath me and I knew I was outside, but outside where? I tried to remember something, anything, but nothing came to mind.
I heard light pattering sounds getting louder and the thought of horses immediately came to mind.
"She's here," yelled an older, worn voice next to me.
I was surprised at the sound, especially since I just noticed the warmth that had been right next to me for quite sometime. I opened my eyes, but the blinding light of the sun only made the "snow" whiter than before.
I closed my eyes and came to my senses a few moments later, regretting it once I felt the over-whelming pain. I felt someone taking me into their arms and pick me up and opened my eyes once again. I looked up into the face of a man with long, straight brown hair.
He looked back at me with kindness in his eyes, and I knew I was in good hands, but it was my last thought before blacking out once again.
~*~
Three days later...
I groaned and rolled to one side, my leg aching, but not as sharp a pain like before. I looked around to see I was in a richly furnished room and very large, very comfortable bed. A thick comforter lay on top of me, beautifully decorated with exotic flowers around a powerful waterfall and mighty trees.
I slid off to one side of the bed and carefully limped to the nearest window. I leaned against the wall for support and saw I was wearing a nightgown made of a soft pale green silk. I lifted the skirt to see my leg bandaged from top to bottom looking like whomever did it really knew what he was doing.
'Yuck. A dress.' I thought, then wondered why I despised the gown so terribly.
It was a beautiful garment with spaghetti tank-top sleeves and bunched together in the middle. It was pinched in the back to showoff my figure and draped just a bit further than my ankles and slit where it ended, but still, I hated it with all my heart.
I decided I would not where dresses as long as I was given a choice, but my question was, was I even in a position to argue of what my attire may be? I reached for the handle on the window and gently forced it downward.
I shifted my weight to the pane of the window and slowly, it opened. I looked out into the distance, there were mountains far into the land and a village below. A few people were walking and talking here and there, but they seemed strange, wrong in some sort of way.
I was so concentrated on trying to figure out just *what* was wrong with them that I didn't hear anyone enter.
"You're awake," A man said standing in the doorway as I jumped in surprise.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't hear you come in," I replied, "if I may ask, where am I?"
"You are in Rivendell, Middle Earth, and I am Elrohnd. Who might you be?"
"I? I don't know who I am to tell you the truth. I have lost all memory. I know not that I am nor what I am nor where I come from. I fear I have no home."
"Then consider this your home."
I was completely speechless, "Oh, no, I could never impose-"
"Then consider it a gift." He interrupted.
I paused for a moment, wondering if I should except. He seemed intent in keeping me here, I supposed I might as well.
"Thank you kind sir," I said thankfully, wondering if I should bow or something; I didn't. "May I ask for something I feel rather embarrassed about," I asked.
"Anything," He answered generously.
"Well, um," I stammered blushing, "I'd rather, not where dresses. I don't exactly know why, but they bother me."
He laughed at the simple request as I stood there blushing to an even deeper red.
"Dear child, of course, you may have whatever makes you comfortable."
From that day on I lived the ways of an elf. I learned their graceful language and there past along with other races'. I was told of the great battle, the ring, and of course, how it was destroyed after the perilous journey made by Frodo and his companions.
For some reason, my greatest joy came from running, which was what I saw as an excuse to wear pants instead of dresses. The women of Rivendell thought of it strange and wrong for a girl my age, or any for that matter.
I heard them whispering like little mice about me, but I didn't care for their gossip, or many other feminine things to tell you the truth. When I was told of the warriors who risked their lives for the sake of others and always kept going, I was inspired.
I watched one day as an archer practiced in private, or so he thought! When he was tired afterward, I was more anxious than ever. He left his bow and quill behind like always and walked away, knowing they would be safe.
As soon as I could no longer hear his footsteps, I leaped from my hiding and ran for the weapons. I had no guilt for touching and using his things; it wasn't like I was going to hurt them anyway. I slowly picked up the bow, admiring its weight, beauty, and carvings along the sides. I had watched enough to know what to do, basically.
I held the bow in my left hand and took an arrow in the other. I placed the arrow at my arm's length then pulled it back. I knew to hit the tree ahead of me in the distance, you had to pull the string back fairly far, so I stretched my arm back till it would go no more, then, twang!
The arrow shot through the air and skidded to a stop in the ground without getting even near to the tree.
'Wow,' I thought, 'this is a lot harder than it looks!"
I pulled another arrow out of the quill and pulled back the string to try again, but before I could let it go, a hand slid over mine and held it tight, keeping the arrow in place. I gasped in shock at the interrupter.
I tilted my head backward to see the archer who owned the weapons smirking and raising an eyebrow at me. I blushed into a scarlet red.
"Oh my gosh, I'm sorry, seriously, sorry, I'll go now." I said ripping away from the brown-golden haired elf and setting the bow and quills where he had left them.
"You know you should be more quiet, I could hear you from a mile away," He said still smirking.
"That's right, you can hear extra sharp can't you." I replied.
"You mean you can't?" he asked his smile wiped from his face and replaced with curiousity.
"I'm not an elf." I replied over my shoulder as I trotted away still slightly embarrassed.
"Hey," he called to me as I turned, "you want to learn how shoot an arrow?"
"Who, me?" I asked dumbfounded, "Uh, yeah."
"Strange girl," He said shaking his head, "I'll teach you if you'll listen."
"Wow really?" I asked excited.
He nodded as I walked back to him.
"Thank you! I've been a bit too embarrassed to ask anyone to teach me, I already have a reputation for being boyish."
He chuckled, "Oh so you're Elrohnd's adopted girl."
"I have a name you know."
"I know. It's Luinlosloth. Why did he name you that?"
"Well, for one I didn't remember my name, and two, it was the first thing I said."
"Luinlosloth?"
"Well, obviously it wasn't in elvish. When I said it, it was 'Blue Snow Flower' so that's what he named me."
"But why did you say that?"
"I don't really know, I think it was because I saw white when I was half- unconscious and a spot of blue, the first thing that came to mind was a blue flower in the snow, so I said it to myself out-loud. Little did I know there was Elrohnd right beside me the whole time. So, now that you know my name and the history behind it, how about you tell me yours?"
"My name's Turnar."
"Master of the fire?"
"My father named me, he wanted me to be a sorcerer and be someone who stood out, who did something, I wished to arch."
"You have a mind of your own, that's a good thing." I replied smiling.
"Let's get started, shall we?"
~*~
At my third year staying in Rivendell, my passion towards fighting only grew. I knew many powerful people, some taught me medicine, others fighting techniques or spells. When Elrohnd finally found how I used most of my afternoon time, instead of being cross for not knowing, I received the finest of long-bows and swiftest of arrows held in a strong quill set by my dresser.
I ran to thank him as soon as I could for understanding that I had different passions than Arwen. By this time, Arwen had become like a sister to me, but there were many things I was jealous for.
First of all, her skin was fair and pale as the moon, soft as silk, beautiful. Her lips were full and her hair was always perfect. Beauty-wise, I envied her eyes most of all. Those deep, dark blue never-ending puddles were what I thought to be the most beautiful of all.
She was kind and fair and loving and generous. She was feminine and a follower yet made decisions of her own. Elrohnd was her actual father, which would never change, but I was only an orphan. Most of all, she had Aragorn.
Of course she was always nice to me, always kind and loving and passionate, but she teased me for my boyish acts. For running and striving to be a warrior I was scolded, but I knew it was because she didn't want to see me hurt.
I compared to her was almost the exact opposite. My skin was tan and unnoticeable freckles kissed my nose and cheeks. My lips were thinner and my eyes were strange. A sea-green-blue encircled the iris and separated inside. Sparks of mischievous yellow dodged the slashes of dark green and blue.
My hair was always pulled back and out of my way in a ponytail then braided. I was swift, curious, mischievous, and strong-minded. I let nothing get in my way or put me down, and I was impatient when it came to others. When I was learning I would strive till I was at my very best, no matter what it took.
I loved to arch, especially now that I was better at it and had the bow and quill from father, but I felt I need something else. When I told this to Tunar, he suggested taking up the sword.
"It would probably make you stronger than you already are and improve you movements till you quick as a real elf." He said.
"Oh?" I replied, "you don't trust my speed as it is? I have been practicing and as the days pass, I get faster than before." I bragged smiling.
"Well then you cocky little thing, why don't you put it to the test with a *real* elf?" he tempted.
"Why not?" I replied still smiling confidently.
"No human can beat me, no matter how much they practice."
"Hey! You don't know if I'm human or what so don't start making suggestions."
"What else could you be? You don't have the ears or eyes of an elf so that rules you out, you're too tall to be a hobbit and they too have pointed ears, and there's no way you're a dwarf, I know that for sure!"
"What of a wizard? Or sorceress?"
"You don't know magic!"
"I know some! Maybe I never knew it because I was never taught!"
"No, no way! You're closer to a human than anything else."
"Men are weak! I will never be one of them! They cannot jump, they cannot run, and they are too stubborn to see the truth!"
"Like you?"
"You don't know if that really is the truth."
"You know some humans can run fairly fast."
"No, all the running I've ever seen was much too slow."
"Who was it running?"
"Aragorn mostly."
"He's pretty fast!"
"If you consider him fast then I don't recommend underestimating me."
"Okay, come on, first one to your house wins."
"Do you mean to tell me you're going to risk running that long trail and through the village?"
"It's not fun without the village!"
"Okay, it's your funeral."
"Ready."
"Set."
"Go!" we both cried as we blasted forward.
He was a very good runner, swift and quick on his feet, but I was only using half my speed to stay neck-and-neck with him.
'Once we hit the village, then I'll show him my real speed. Those women will finally see what I've come to. I'll show them all for teasing me!'
We rounded the corner and hit the village; I went full speed leaving Tunar in he dust. At sharp turns I couldn't run through, I hit the wall and jumped off, regaining my speed once I hit the ground.
My house was close and I saw Tunar catching up, so I teased him by staying only two feet ahead. Once we neared the wall of my house, I didn't stop going; I ran up the wall and flipped over back onto my feet.
Both of us were out of breath, he so much he dropped to one knee and I so much I could barely talk, but soon the words came.
"Ha! I beat you! I knew I could! Never underestimate the power of a girl!" I gloated as he smiled and stood.
"You win, fair race," he said holding out his hand to shake.
I gladly shook hands with him as people got a good look at the strange human girl who beat an elf by a mile, whispering to others.
"I now understand." Tunar said to me.
"Hmm?" I asked.
"I understand why you know you're not human, that speed, that it not the human gene."
"I told you! But then, what am I?"
Just then, Elrohnd appeared above on the balcony.
"Luinlosloth, what do you think you were doing?" he shouted angrily.
"Oh God," I whispered, "Tunar, get out while you can, go!" I warned as he slipped away and hid in the nearest bush.
"Get up here now!" Elrohnd yelled.
I sighed then crouched down. Suddenly I sprang up and shot into the air, grabbing the railing and swinging over on the balcony high above. I knew the people would be talking to themselves of the "strange girl who runs faster than elves and jumps ten stories high."
"You know better than to run through the village, you and I both know your speed and you could have hurt someone!" Elrohnd scolded.
"Yes father." I replied meekly looking away.
He sighed and walked inside.
"I wish not to punish you," he said and I relaxed being very relieved, "but," 'Damn it!' "you knew you shouldn't have done it. Therefore you shall stay inside for the next two days and the remainder of this one."
"No, father please!" I begged, "I beg of you, choose any other punishment, just don't make me stay in here, I'll die!"
"You will not die!" he roared, "And you will learn the ways Arwen learned when she was your age!"
It felt like I couldn't breathe, I had promised myself to never, never let myself be turned into Arwen! It wasn't because she wasn't a good person to be like, heaven knows, but I had always wanted to be a warrior and if I turned into Arwen, I had no chance.
Elrohnd left me as I sunk down on my knees after closing the balcony doors. Any other girl would have sobbed her heart content, but I would not be so weak. I stood and walked to my room feeling empty.
I sighed as I lied on my bed and thought about what I was or could be. I wondered and imagined a beautiful race full of beautiful people like I had imagined my real mother and father before, but I knew it was all a fantasy.
I thought of swords and fights and how hard I would have to work at the mastering of it and smiled at the thought. I loved challenges, especially hard ones. I thought of my sword and how heavy it would be so I *did* get stronger. It would be *really* heavy.
I thought of my speed and movements my magic and my strength. Then my thoughts were broken by a knock on the door.
"Come in." I said.
A woman walked in carrying cloth and needles and thread.
"Master Elrohnd sent me here," she said.
"For what?" I asked carelessly, still lying on my bed.
"Embroidery lessons." She replied.
I laughed out-loud, "Embroidery? He expects me to sew little flowers on a piece of cloth?" I laughed again.
"No, not expects, orders," she replied, "and I am to keep you here till you do."
I gasped, 'no way!' after sensing the girl knew magic and really could keep me here!
~*~
Will she ever survive? Find out next time! Later!
