"Canyaiel?" a light voice asked, "Where are you?" A little Elf walked
through the trees of the gardens of Imladris. She was young in Elven ways-
only about one hundred years of age, but to a human, one might think of her
as ten years old. She had long dark hair and piercing deep blue eyes. She
was wearing a white dress, which she held in her hand so it would not get
dirty, and light slippers.
"Canyaiel?" she asked again before grumbling to herself, "Mother will be so cross with me if I cannot find her."
"Canyaiel!" she shouted, seeing a girl running away and laughing madly. Canyaiel looked exactly like her- with the same long dark hair and blue eyes.
"Come on, we are running from Elrohir!" Canyaiel shouted as she ran past her.
"Who is 'we'?" she asked, running to keep up with her.
"Arwen and I!"
"Where is Arwen?" she asked, panting slightly.
"She is behind us-" Canyaiel stopped suddenly her young elf twin ran right into her, "Oh no! Elrohir has captured her!" Canyaiel took a long stick from the ground and ran the opposite way.
"Herio!" Canyaiel shouted, taking the stick as if it were a sword and running. A taller, older Elf- who was only ninety-two years older than Canyaiel and her sister- was carrying a she-Elf.
Both the he and she-Elves had long dark hair and silver grey eyes- and looked as if they were brother and sister. Canyaiel poked the Elf that was carrying the girl in the stomach with the stick.
"Ouch!" he said, "You stabbed me!" he placed the she-Elf on the floor daintily and pretended to die.
"Elrohir!" the she-Elf said amused yet calmly, "I told you to put me down before!" Elrohir just laughed and got up off the floor.
"Oh, Arwen," he said laughing at his younger- only by one hundred eleven years- sister, who looked to be about eight years old but was actually eighty-one. Elrohir looked to be about twelve.
"Look!" Canyaiel said, picking up her stick, "I am a sword-maiden!" Elrohir just laughed along with Arwen. But, she didn't. She looked disapprovingly at her twin.
"That is not proper, Canyaiel!"
"Oh, why must you be so proper, Calwaiel?" Canyaiel laughed, but still placing the stick down.
"Canyaiel?" she asked again before grumbling to herself, "Mother will be so cross with me if I cannot find her."
"Canyaiel!" she shouted, seeing a girl running away and laughing madly. Canyaiel looked exactly like her- with the same long dark hair and blue eyes.
"Come on, we are running from Elrohir!" Canyaiel shouted as she ran past her.
"Who is 'we'?" she asked, running to keep up with her.
"Arwen and I!"
"Where is Arwen?" she asked, panting slightly.
"She is behind us-" Canyaiel stopped suddenly her young elf twin ran right into her, "Oh no! Elrohir has captured her!" Canyaiel took a long stick from the ground and ran the opposite way.
"Herio!" Canyaiel shouted, taking the stick as if it were a sword and running. A taller, older Elf- who was only ninety-two years older than Canyaiel and her sister- was carrying a she-Elf.
Both the he and she-Elves had long dark hair and silver grey eyes- and looked as if they were brother and sister. Canyaiel poked the Elf that was carrying the girl in the stomach with the stick.
"Ouch!" he said, "You stabbed me!" he placed the she-Elf on the floor daintily and pretended to die.
"Elrohir!" the she-Elf said amused yet calmly, "I told you to put me down before!" Elrohir just laughed and got up off the floor.
"Oh, Arwen," he said laughing at his younger- only by one hundred eleven years- sister, who looked to be about eight years old but was actually eighty-one. Elrohir looked to be about twelve.
"Look!" Canyaiel said, picking up her stick, "I am a sword-maiden!" Elrohir just laughed along with Arwen. But, she didn't. She looked disapprovingly at her twin.
"That is not proper, Canyaiel!"
"Oh, why must you be so proper, Calwaiel?" Canyaiel laughed, but still placing the stick down.