* Here's Chapter 2!*
Child to Lady
Alklomwen sat hight in the branches of an old tree, looking out over the wonders
of Imladris. A small breeze was blowing and stray strands of golden hair tickled her nose.
It had been nearly one thousand years since her rescue and she had grown up nicely. She was
indeed beautiful, but was also different from other elves. Young males would often try to talk
to her, but always ended up stalking away in anger. The young lady had a temper and she strongly
disliked most males. She had a certain aura that made many uneasy and frightened. The only people
she trusted were Elrond, Mirthrandir, Elrohir, Elladan and Arwen. She had been brought up around
the two young princes and had taken to them and their boyish antiques. Arwen had taught her most
of her femanine traits. Alklomwen was considered by many a princess of Imladris and to
have an incredable amount of skill with a bow or sword. She was a superb fighter and made many
elves jealous, but she wasn't the best. There were many other archers who waited for new
challengers and Alklomwen was looking forward to the day when she would be ready to face them.
An elf approached the tree where the day-dreaming maiden was perched. He smiled to himself
and sighed. Of all the elf maidens he'd met, Alklomwen was Elrohir's favorite. She was like a
sister to him. It didn't matter that their eyes and hair were differnt colors or that she came
from a different race of elves. It had all started the day Mirthrandir had brought her to
Imladris. Whe he first saw her, he accepted her as his little sister. How could he not forget
all those loving moments with her: The first time she rode a horse, the first word she said, and
her first dress. She had called his father her own. Now, she had grown up and was mostly the
center of attention in their family.
"What do you see, Lothamin?" called the elf prince. Alklomwen glanced down at him and
smiled.
"Nothing but clear skys and leagues of trees." Elrohir smiled and stepped closer to the
roots of the tree.
"You may see nothing, but I see something more fair than any work of art."
"Come now, Elrohir. You lie! I am but a simple lady," replied Alklomwen, laughing softly
to herself. Elrohir raised an eyebrow and chuckled.
"I have nothing to lie about! I tell you the truth. Remember, Lothamin, I love you like I
love the moon and stars"
Alklomwen threw her head back and laughed.
"So...you say I fascinate you, brother?"
The comment nearly knocked Elrohir off his feet with laughter. He beckoned for the elf
maiden to come down and she did. They walked slowly, talking about anything at all. The two elves
reached Alklomwen's room and stopped. Elrohir's hand caressed Alklomwen's face gently and he
smiled.
"Now, clean yourself up. We are expecting companies of archers from Lothlorien and
Mirkwood. You wouldnot want to make a bad impression on them, would you?" Alklomwen shook her
head and didn't say a word as she entered her room and went to take a bath.
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Haldir led his party of elves towards Imladris. His two brothers, Rumil and Orophin, and
a few others were going to inspect the progress Lord Elrond had made in his archery courses and
to stay as helpers. Haldir had jumped at the chance to visit Imladris and couldn't wait to get
there. Now, he was growing tired and his horse needed a rest as well. They all needed rest. Up
ahead, the dim lights of the elven city glowed light stars in the distance. Haldir urged his
horse to go faster. Soon, they would all have hot food and warm beds.
It didn't take long before they were greeted by Lord Elrond. Their horses were taken
away to be groomed and fed and they were shown inside. Haldir and the others were shown the rooms
that would serve as theirs. After cleaning up and changing into some finer clothes, Haldir and
his company entered the Great Hall, were they found the Mirkwood company already waiting. At the
lead was Legolas, King Thranduil's son. Haldir had know the prince since they were but children.
The were good friends, but had a great rivalry when it came to archery. Legolas noticed Haldir
and nodded in acknowledgment. Haldir nodded back and glanced at his surroundings. The room was
full of people and soft Elven music was playing. A small group of elven maidens brooded over in
a corner, watching the archers with particular interest. Haldir went to approach them, but was
stopped when he heard the music stop and Lord Elrond stood up to speak.
"Welcome, my friends and kindred, to Rivendell," he said, receiving applause and then
silence. Elrond continued, "I presume everyone knows why we have the honor of housing such
wonderful archers? They will remain here for a time to help improve our progress in defense."
Another round of applause andthen silence again. Elrond smiled, "Then, please enjoy yourselves
and let the festivities continue."
As Lord Elrond moved away, something caught Haldir's eye; a radiant, young elf maiden
was decending from the stairs, wearing a crimson-red dress. When she stepped into the light, he
got a better look at her. Long golden hair tumbled over her shoulders, flowing like the current
of a river. Pale skin set off by her green eyes. The dress she wore was velvet and it hugged her
curves tightly. He was transfixed on her and didn't even hear Legolas approach him.
"Haldir? Are you listening to me?" Haldir jumped and turned to the prince.
"Sorry, Legolas. I was....thinking," he said uneasily. Legolas glanced over Haldir's
shoulder at the elf maiden and smiled.
"You were watching Lady Alklomwen?" asked asked Legolas, cocking an eyebrow. Haldir
blushed slightly and turned around to look at the maiden again. He was surprised to find himself
looking into Alklomwen's eyes. They stared at one another for a second before Alklomwen turned
away, showing no sign of emothion. Legolas chuckled and turned to leave.
"Be careful, Haldir. The Lady is unforgiving and untrusting." Haldir became lost in
thought and didn't look for the elf maiden for the rest of the night.
*'Lothamin' means 'My flower' in Elvish.
*Now I can write longer chapters for y'all! R&R Pleaz and let me know how Haldir should approach
Alklomwen. In a garden? Horseback riding? Or something else? Should he be cautious? What do you
think? Let me know! Thanx!
Child to Lady
Alklomwen sat hight in the branches of an old tree, looking out over the wonders
of Imladris. A small breeze was blowing and stray strands of golden hair tickled her nose.
It had been nearly one thousand years since her rescue and she had grown up nicely. She was
indeed beautiful, but was also different from other elves. Young males would often try to talk
to her, but always ended up stalking away in anger. The young lady had a temper and she strongly
disliked most males. She had a certain aura that made many uneasy and frightened. The only people
she trusted were Elrond, Mirthrandir, Elrohir, Elladan and Arwen. She had been brought up around
the two young princes and had taken to them and their boyish antiques. Arwen had taught her most
of her femanine traits. Alklomwen was considered by many a princess of Imladris and to
have an incredable amount of skill with a bow or sword. She was a superb fighter and made many
elves jealous, but she wasn't the best. There were many other archers who waited for new
challengers and Alklomwen was looking forward to the day when she would be ready to face them.
An elf approached the tree where the day-dreaming maiden was perched. He smiled to himself
and sighed. Of all the elf maidens he'd met, Alklomwen was Elrohir's favorite. She was like a
sister to him. It didn't matter that their eyes and hair were differnt colors or that she came
from a different race of elves. It had all started the day Mirthrandir had brought her to
Imladris. Whe he first saw her, he accepted her as his little sister. How could he not forget
all those loving moments with her: The first time she rode a horse, the first word she said, and
her first dress. She had called his father her own. Now, she had grown up and was mostly the
center of attention in their family.
"What do you see, Lothamin?" called the elf prince. Alklomwen glanced down at him and
smiled.
"Nothing but clear skys and leagues of trees." Elrohir smiled and stepped closer to the
roots of the tree.
"You may see nothing, but I see something more fair than any work of art."
"Come now, Elrohir. You lie! I am but a simple lady," replied Alklomwen, laughing softly
to herself. Elrohir raised an eyebrow and chuckled.
"I have nothing to lie about! I tell you the truth. Remember, Lothamin, I love you like I
love the moon and stars"
Alklomwen threw her head back and laughed.
"So...you say I fascinate you, brother?"
The comment nearly knocked Elrohir off his feet with laughter. He beckoned for the elf
maiden to come down and she did. They walked slowly, talking about anything at all. The two elves
reached Alklomwen's room and stopped. Elrohir's hand caressed Alklomwen's face gently and he
smiled.
"Now, clean yourself up. We are expecting companies of archers from Lothlorien and
Mirkwood. You wouldnot want to make a bad impression on them, would you?" Alklomwen shook her
head and didn't say a word as she entered her room and went to take a bath.
***********************************************************
Haldir led his party of elves towards Imladris. His two brothers, Rumil and Orophin, and
a few others were going to inspect the progress Lord Elrond had made in his archery courses and
to stay as helpers. Haldir had jumped at the chance to visit Imladris and couldn't wait to get
there. Now, he was growing tired and his horse needed a rest as well. They all needed rest. Up
ahead, the dim lights of the elven city glowed light stars in the distance. Haldir urged his
horse to go faster. Soon, they would all have hot food and warm beds.
It didn't take long before they were greeted by Lord Elrond. Their horses were taken
away to be groomed and fed and they were shown inside. Haldir and the others were shown the rooms
that would serve as theirs. After cleaning up and changing into some finer clothes, Haldir and
his company entered the Great Hall, were they found the Mirkwood company already waiting. At the
lead was Legolas, King Thranduil's son. Haldir had know the prince since they were but children.
The were good friends, but had a great rivalry when it came to archery. Legolas noticed Haldir
and nodded in acknowledgment. Haldir nodded back and glanced at his surroundings. The room was
full of people and soft Elven music was playing. A small group of elven maidens brooded over in
a corner, watching the archers with particular interest. Haldir went to approach them, but was
stopped when he heard the music stop and Lord Elrond stood up to speak.
"Welcome, my friends and kindred, to Rivendell," he said, receiving applause and then
silence. Elrond continued, "I presume everyone knows why we have the honor of housing such
wonderful archers? They will remain here for a time to help improve our progress in defense."
Another round of applause andthen silence again. Elrond smiled, "Then, please enjoy yourselves
and let the festivities continue."
As Lord Elrond moved away, something caught Haldir's eye; a radiant, young elf maiden
was decending from the stairs, wearing a crimson-red dress. When she stepped into the light, he
got a better look at her. Long golden hair tumbled over her shoulders, flowing like the current
of a river. Pale skin set off by her green eyes. The dress she wore was velvet and it hugged her
curves tightly. He was transfixed on her and didn't even hear Legolas approach him.
"Haldir? Are you listening to me?" Haldir jumped and turned to the prince.
"Sorry, Legolas. I was....thinking," he said uneasily. Legolas glanced over Haldir's
shoulder at the elf maiden and smiled.
"You were watching Lady Alklomwen?" asked asked Legolas, cocking an eyebrow. Haldir
blushed slightly and turned around to look at the maiden again. He was surprised to find himself
looking into Alklomwen's eyes. They stared at one another for a second before Alklomwen turned
away, showing no sign of emothion. Legolas chuckled and turned to leave.
"Be careful, Haldir. The Lady is unforgiving and untrusting." Haldir became lost in
thought and didn't look for the elf maiden for the rest of the night.
*'Lothamin' means 'My flower' in Elvish.
*Now I can write longer chapters for y'all! R&R Pleaz and let me know how Haldir should approach
Alklomwen. In a garden? Horseback riding? Or something else? Should he be cautious? What do you
think? Let me know! Thanx!