This story is about Lord of the Rings, but slightly Au. I am going to
change history a little I will be adding characters and putting them in the
high elven houses, like Galadriel. The story takes place in Middle Earth,
and Valinor. I altered it, so that not all the elves were exiled. Valinor
lived on, and flourished under Imperial rule. Ruins around Valinor are
alive, and filled with elves as well. I will be making certain things
different. The elves that continued to live in Valinor, and were born
there, have more magic, because of the two tress, than the elves of Middle
earth (ex. Elrond). This is not a mary-sue there is a lot wrong with our
main female character. The first chapters, are in the past to give you the
history before our main characters, were born.
Disclaimer: I do not own LOTR or any of Tolkien's ideas, or characters, unfortunately. I do own Katanya, her family, that you do not know, and any other oc's. I went to baby names.com for all of these names, o if they have been used in a story, or in your story, I did not steal them. Sorry! I thought this up, but since LOTR is so popular, someone might have done my idea already, I did not copy it, and I am sorry. Please tell me if it is similar to a story or your story. Thanks
Cerelina
Prologue
The Past pt. 1
The Mithril Palace shook violently as the assault upon its walls continued. More blood curling screams pierced the air as debris from the latest attack fell on the fair elves of Valinor. The Guarded Realm was losing the battle. All the lights were gone save The Two Trees of Valinor. The eldest tree was waxing in its light while the younger, Laurelin, waned. The trees were at equal brightest mingling the silver and gold light cast off. The mingled light shone softly upon the walls, and blessed gardens that were destroyed, giving them they appearance that they sill were illuminated. Upon the balcony next to the south tower amid the chaos two elves picked them selves off the debris ridden floor. They did not bother to dust there torn clothes, knowing it would happen again.
"Amroth listen to me! If we lose this battle, which judging by the past 3moths, we will lose everything from here to the east. Our enemies will move east over the sea to Middle Earth. If we cannot defeat them with our magic, how will middle earth stand. We cannot leave them to deal with it alone. You will take the survivors and settle in Middle Earth, you will be the last stand should we fail."
"Yes, ada. Do you have a place in mind?" The son asked while gazing upon his ruined city.
"Yes, settle Southeast of Gondor in the lands of Harad."
"Harad? Ada the tribesman live there, in the desert!"
"Amroth with the power of the elves you can turn the desert into anything. Also-" The Elven king, now Emperor was cut off as the whole palace shook causing him to dove out of the way of falling debris.
High shouts in the distance told the elves that the voices were female. Another thunderous crash was heard. The female voices became louder despite the roaring of their enemies, and the deafening sound of metal against stone. Amroth extended his hand to his father. As soon as he grasped it the voices grew louder until two tall blond she-elves entered the corridor, searching for someone. Amroth recognized his wife Nimrodel youngest child of Finafarin, youngest sister of Finrod, and Galadriel immediately. His mother Celebfaer with her white blond hair, joint ruler of Valinor, daughter of the Laiquendi, the green elves, of Ossiriand, wife to Ereinion son of Fingon known as Gil-galad, was by her side. Instantly the two pairs of sky blue eyes set upon their soul mates. Wariness was etched in their feature and eyes. Their clothes were ripped and torn. Faces, and arms, scratched and dirty. They raced towards their husbands and into their strong embrace. Each couple held tightly, trying to forget what was going on. As another booming sound was heard, they let go.
"News?" Gil-galad inquired.
"Everything is prepared, does our son know?" The Imperial Majesty answered, and asked.
"I told him the basics, Nimrodel can fill him in since she knows all the little details. Who is going with him." Her husband asked as the four gripped tightly to the banister, as the palace shook again.
"More than 3 times what we thought, the entire house of Tindomiel, parts of the houses haven, Aemlyn, and Carnil. I do not have a total; most of them are families, the men and the army want to stay behind, but an estimate of around three hundred thousand plus five hundred and nine. The plan is to send a message to Galadriel and Elrond, since time is faster here, we should have enough time. We will combine all of our magic, and have the tower's shield protect us. With this many people it will taker longer. Our Allies, are allies with the tribesman, they responded to our letter, saying the tribesman will move to land beyond Mordor." She grabbed her son arm, and nodded. He returned the gesture and they sprinted through the dust-covered corridors, with only the two trees to light their way. Arriving at the garden took longer then they expected, because, ceiling caved in on most of the ceiling. When they entered they garden all eyes were on them. Tired, wary, sad, eyes turned to hope as their ruler before once again planned their survival. All stopped, their movements, and were silenced save for they quiet crying, for lost loved ones. Nimrodel stepped forward, as the strongest she-elf in Valinor; she had the respect to start the spell.
"We the Elves of Valinor call up Ainur, the Holy Ones. Lady of the Stars, and The Elder King, here us, aid us. Nimrodel's pale, delicate, smudged hands reached up to the sky. All voices old, and young enough to talk joined it.
"Laurelin, and Teleperion, trees of Valinor, hear us, aid us! I call upon the powers of the stars, ancient forces near far!"
Like everytime yet still pure and ethereal as the first time you have seen it, the tress glowed stronger. Above them a small ball no bigger than your palm appeared. The ball was a silvery white, and slowly it grew, glowing until it covered the trees. Suddenly it flared, and engulfed the elves garden, livestock and furniture in the garden in the silvery white light, giving off calm and serenity to all. Only moments later the High elves landed in Middle Earth. There feet were in the brown-reddish sand of the south.
Prologue
The Past pt. 2 A new Home
Within the first year the High Elves began their work on the new home. The desert stretched on for miles, with only two main rivers, and barely any streams. Of the House Carnil, only Lord Carnil and his son journeyed to Middle Earth. Lord Carnil's magic was the earth. He was in charge of the gardens of Valinor, so the people put him in charge of the earth of their new Home. Slowly day-by-day, league by league, The Lord and his son turned rocky, brown sand, into rich dark soil. With the help of The Earth Tower's members and apprentices, and the guidance of the Lord Carnil, giant tress, bigger than, the mallorn trees of Lorien, were made. Earth magic made the tress grow in days, instead of hundreds of years. The Elves missing Valinor, made inner tress with silver tinted bark, and silver tinted leaves, reminding them of what they still might lose. and honor the Two Trees of Valinor, Teleperion, and Laurelin. Beautiful cities that were similar to Valinor grew each day taller and taller, reaching the sky, just like Valinor. The architect surpassed all on Middle earth, and was exceeded only by the true beauty of the world, Valinor itself.
The forest stretch from the edge of Southeast Gondor to the edge of the now long sandy white beaches, that went right to the blue green, tropical ocean. Friends, families, and settlers from Lothlorien, and Rivendell, came, bringing their rulers with them. The Queen of Lorien allied herself with and visited her sister, now Queen Nimrodel of Silverwoods, The Southern Elven Kingdom. Lord of Rivendell allied himself with his cousin, now King Amroth of Silverwoods, The Southern Elven Kingdom.
Mirkwood however, sent only nobles and councilmen. They stayed only on polite terms with Sliverwoods, for not known reasons. Five years later home was officially done, and settled. War continued over the west with Valinor, fighting valiantly.
No action, yet I know. I had to give you some history as a base. Well here it goes the story starts next!
Prologue
The Past pt 3: The Birth of the twins
The sun had reached its peak, and it's golden rays shone brightly upon Silverwoods on Faradome, the summer solstice. It was another bright beautiful day outside. Every elf that agreed for those who could be outside in the sun was. As the wind blew gently across the woods, it carried the sound of the waves, and laughter of children, and even the older elves.
The sunrays shone brightly through the open large windows of Silverwoods, White Palace, and lighting up the corridors. The corridors were empty except for the maids who had errands, and cleaning to do. A lone dark-haired male elf ran through the corridors, glancing around him often. He suddenly turned left, and narrowly avoided knocking over Sealana, the chief of Maids. She jumped agilely out of the way and glared as her continued to run down the corridor, his footsteps echoing.
"Watch where you are going! I just had this corridor cleaned, if you dirty if, I will switch you till you are red." She called after him. The elf's steps did not falter, but he turned and waved.
"Stay away from the Kitchens, we cannot afford to have any more food missing for tomorrows holiday celebration." Sealana chuckled and shook her head as she moved down the corridor he had just come.
The elf turned right, then right again at the end of the corridor and stopped, at the two-story large mahogany doors. He barely glanced at the tall blond elven warriors standing guard. He composed himself and opened the door and entered.
"I like the choice you, made it was the right one Lady Tindomiel." A regal voice spoke. He was dressed in state royal blue robes with silver lining. A gold crown of silver- tinted leaves, and mithril sat atop the honey-gold hair. The dark haired elf moved for and bowed, while starting to speak.
"Forgive me my lords, my ladies, your majesty, we thought you would like to be informed, it is happening." Gasps ringed throughout the room. The stood half way up and stopped, waiting for the messenger to continue.
"I do not know much sire, I was not allowed in, and soon as it started they pushed me out and sent me to tell you. Shala the Pure Healer, and the maids seem to be taking care of every thing. Lady Tindomiel the Queen wants you there for support." He glanced at the blue, black- hair noble she-elf. She certainly fit her house name, Morningstar, for her hair was the sky before the sun rose, and her eyes were a light violet, like when the sun started to rise spreading it color, lighting up the day. The noblewomen looked at the king who nodded slightly. She pushed her chair back and stood up. She walked a step forward to the king and spread her skirts curtseying gracefully. She rose slowly, then turned and inclined her head to the council, and left the room. As the Lady departed the sitting noblemen murmured excitedly. This would be the King and Queen's first child, and it would be the next ruler.
"Pre-congratulation Majesty. If I may leave as well, I would like to help soothe the Queen, for I have gave birth before, she must be nervous." Lady Skye Aemlyn of the Aemlyn house asked. The king nodded his dismissal. Lady Aemlyn followed suit of lady Tindomiel, and left.
"Majesty may I suggest post poning this council until after the summer solstice? We are all very excited for your wife, and want to support her, and you as well." Best friend to the king Lord Belefell asked the nobles nodded slightly showing their agreement. The broke into a smile and took his crown off as he stepped down the dais. The room quickly with grace, and scarcely held composure left the room in order of rank behind the room. When they arrived outside of the Queen's personal chamber the ladies went in, and the lord sat down on the velvet-covered chairs outside.
6 hours later
The candles were glowing cast some light over the now dark corridor, creating shadows on the walls. Only lord Belefell, and the king remained in the hallway, save for the occasional maid who, entered or left the room. Every once in a while you would here a scream, and the king would cringe, upset that it was his fault he caused her pain.
"Push milady." A maid said firmly as the door opened and her maid left with towels in her arms. "I am pushing, why don't you try pushing, it is harder than it looks, and more painful." The voice of the queen was heard as she yelled at the maid. The rest of the words were muffled as the door closed. The maid nodded sympatheicly at the king and headed to the laundry room. The door creaked open, and the men stood up. Shala the pure healer appeared. "Majesty there is a problem, we do not know what it is, but we need to transport her to Valinor for a stronger healer to help with the birth." Shala told her king the news. He did not understand but nodded anyway. "Whatever you can do for my wife, and child, do it please I could not bear to lose either of them." He told her. The king glanced at the candle and hard the door close behind him. "Belefell, how did you do this three times?" Belefell smiled slightly.
6 hours later (the next day 12:05 am.)
"Sire, you can come in now." A plump maid awoke the king.
"You are back, what happened is Nimrodel alright." He asked worry in his voice.
"Sire, you come in now." she repeated. Amroth glanced at Belefell who nodded. The king walked past eh maid and into the sitting room the maids and ladies stood up when he entered, and curtseyed, then exited quietly, closing the door. Amroth strode to the door at his left, and opened it without hesitation.
The first thing Amroth noticed was how dark it was. The drapes were drawn closed. He had to blink to adjust to the dark. A fire was going strong, crackling. A candleholder held five small candles in the opposite corner of the fire casting a small glow. Amroth approached his wife on a large canopy bed. A small bundle was in his wife's left arm.
"Nimrodel." He whispered softly. Her blond head moved to look at him. She was tired he could tell, but their was proud, and determination in her eyes as well.
"I almost lost them. I did then I got them back." She whispered.
"Them?" He asked confused.
"Yes them, twins. I, we have twins a boy and a girl. After we were in Valinor, he was born first then our daughter. I held them, and then they died two minutes before midnight. One minute after midnight they glowed and breath entered their lungs. Their eye color changed, as did the dark hair they had. A symbol right below his or her tiny bellybuttons appeared there did a line in each direction, north, south, east, and west follow a dot in the center. Dots between the lines appeared. At the end of the north and south line, three dots appeared and two on the others. I do not know what happened. It was a miracle. Shala say they will be powerful children, it was a omen." She finished and looked down at her arms. Amroth then noticed that there was a bundle in each arm, a boy with gold eyes, with flecks of red like fire, and blue like the ocean in them. There was silver hair on his head. Not silver like old age silver hair, but silver, shinning like fabric, or magic. He looked down at his daughter, and saw the same exact face, and hair. Two-twin gold eyed watched him curiously. He smiled and kissed their small foreheads, then his wife's. "My husband, we have two new additions, to our family, and two new additions, to the house of Finafarin, and Fingolfin, what shall their names be?" she asked smiling at the lives they had created. "Our son will be name Celejonen Star Goldenwood, his twin younger sister, will be named Cerelina Lynn Goldenwood. Later when we know their powers, they will choose names in the area they wish to excel.
5 years later
Two pairs of identical eyes, that belonged to identical face watched from behind the silver tapestry on the sides of The Grand Staircase.
"Highnesses, please we need to get you ready. The ball is in a hour and halve." Anna the nursemaid to the prince and princess called as she stalked about the entrance hallway looking behind armor, and tapestries of Silverwoods colors, which ere royal blue and sliver. Since the birth of the twins, known as the terrible twins, the wreck havoc on the palace and it's attendants. They stole food for guest from the kitchens, ruined rooms, brought animals in the palace, and gave headaches to the maid. They chased away three nursemaid already, for they were a menace royalty or not. Now they played hide and seek with their nursemaid Anna instead of dressing for the ball. The children were currently covered head to toe in mud, from escaping the palace guards, and climbing trees.
"You two are a menace! Cerelina I know you can here me! I will find you and when I do I will dress you in the pink and frilliest gown I find." Anna smiled as her elven hearing picked up the gasp from behind the staircase. She went behind it to the other side, and snuck up on the children. She grabbed their rare colored hair and pulled, causing two small bodies to follow behind her step. As she faced them she gasped.
"Mud! you walked about in these clean halls when less then an hour the guests will arrive." Knowing she did not faze them she tried a different approached as she dragged them up the stairs.
"What am I to do with you? I will have to separate you. You to obviously are a bad influence on each other." The struggling stopped immediately, and the blond elf smiled. She let go and pointed to their rooms, and watched as they ran to their room.
"No children do not dare to go in there." Anna yelled as the children who ran to their room earlier eluded capture to dress them, and now ran into the ball covered in mud and in play clothes. Soon after they arrived people stopped and stared, soon they drew enough attention and the whole room watched as they gracefully, well as graceful as you can walk in dripping wet mud clothes, up to the dais, and bowed to their parents who biting the inside of the cheek to keep from laughing.
"Atara, I hit the target." Nimrodel glance up from braiding her daughter's hair to see her son's first air on the target.
"Captain, you reputation shames you. My son has just picked up a bow today and he has already hit the target." She addressed the warrior elf that was teaching her son the bow.
"It is not me, your majesty, he is a natural." Captain Anduar replied, as he turned back to the young prince.
"Diola lle." (thank you) She told her mother as her hair was done.
"Lle creoso." (your welcome) she replied.
"Cerelina, the visiting dignitaries arrived go practice what you learned in hand to hand combat class." The Queen told her child. The princess nodded and went to the balcony over hanging the archery field. The princess jumped onto the white marble banister, and turned around. She closed her golden eyes and concentrated. She bent backward planting her hands on the railing, and flipped backward. A maid in a hurry spilled water on the balcony railing, without noticing, and continued on. The princess in her third backhand spring did not notice, for she was so in thought with each back handspring the distance closed. As her hands hit the water her eyes shot opened as she realized the danger. She tried to twist landing on her feet, but her hands slipped and her left arm hit the marble breaking it. She screamed as she landed on the balcony on her bad arm, she slipped of over the edge plummeting down. She passed the railing she tried frantically to grab the rungs at the base, but she could not so she fell continued falling two stories onto the archery field.
"No."
"Tua!" (Help).
"Cerelina, no." The queen ran to the edge of the balcony and watched as her daughter fall. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a brown narrow object whizzing for her, an arrow! The bone-chilling scream of the princess in agony as the arrow hit her pierced the air. No one moved, they were all to shock, until Cerelina whimpered, then everyone move, to find the healer, the king, and to the Princess's side. Celejoen threw his bow down and ran to his sister, who had his arrow protruding from her chest.
"Amin hiraeth." (I am sorry) The princes cried softly over and over again. He cradled her in his arms.
"Atara" she couched weakly.
"I am her, do not talk.."
"Atara, Cerelina is slipping I feel it." He said between sobs. He could not live with out his twin they were to close.
"Move." A voiced boomed. Shala appeared at the dying princess's side. She shook her head. And looked at the queen. The queen understood with out words. The arrow had struck her hear barely, they was nothing to be done. All began to cry harder. Cerelina mover her uninjured hand and touch her left side not comprehending. When she pulled back red, warm liquid was on her fingers. It slowly moved down her palm and wrist, and spiral slightly down her forearm. She touched her wound again. The air crackled like a storm, like lighting hit.
"She is... healing .... herself." Shala exclaimed amazed. All eyes pulled away from her small shacking face, to the wound. It was true a whit light appeared from her fingertips. Slowly it spread to her finger, knuckled, then to her palms. The light grew stopped at her wrists
"Remove the arrow now." Shala moved Cerelina slightly and push the arrow through to the other side. When it poked threw she pulled it from its head the arrow was covered in blood, so Shala gripped harder, and pulled it out. Soon as the arrow was removed, Cerelina's hands flared to life, they glowed brighter, and engulfed her entire body in its white silvery light. All had to look away for it was too bright. Suddenly, it winked out causing all to blink then gasp, as her eyes were closed. Crying broke out around the circle that appeared.
"Tampa, she is not dead." (Stop) Her twin yelled. All glanced and focused on her. Slowly her chest rose and fell.
"What happened." The queen asked relieved.
"She exhausted herself, but she is alive. That was her powers. Amazingly they never show up this early in age, and never this strong. She just healed a lethal wound, only years of training, and being a healer can do that. The only time I have seen this done well, not seen, heard is The White Rose they can do that." She exclaimed amazed. She looked around at the confuse faces, and continued
"Silverwoods, is like Valinor, Rank is determined by magic, and you strength in magic, not like Middle earth, they do rank by social status, and wealth. All over the world there are healers, from different elven kingdoms. Like our rank the stronger you are the higher you are, same with the healers. Everyone can be taught the ability, but most can only heal cuts, or breaks. Some however are born with it in the. They power is passed down by generation and eventual generations later you have an extremely strong healer. Most of those were White Roses. The White Rose is a title, the highest title, of the ranks of healers. The White Rose is considered if not equal then above even Kings, and Queens. They have special abilities, not just healing. There is usually only 1 White Rose at a time, it is a great honor. The only time I have seen a White rose let alone a healer do this is with hundreds or years training and at least 5000 years old. That was Ellendea, the current White Rose. White Roses are so powerful if they are not taught how to channel, to use their magic, they die, because it is too much. I suggest sending for Ellendea, so she can teach the princess, and heal her just in case. For now she should be in bed." Shala explained. The healers nodded agreement and picked her up gently, and carried her with the prince right behind them.
"My daughter a White Rose?" the queen asked
"Yes, I think so, it is a great honor, responsibility, and danger. However, it is the chance of a lifer time. I am a pure healer the second strongest healer in the world, a step below the White Rose. She at least she will be a pure healer, majesty"
"Shala thank you! Please do send for The White Rose, I want my daughter to live, and it will be her choice if she becomes the next healer or White Rose." The Queen hugged her old friend the continued after the healers, and her twins.
And so throughout time Cerelina grew as did her powers, but her battle for many things including, survival, hope, and love will come...!!!!!
Done! Well with the Prologue! Now onto the exciting, action adventures, it's about time! Please Review and tell me what you think, this is my first fic so I would like to know. No flamers please, but I do welcome good constructive criticism. Thanks
Cerelina
Disclaimer: I do not own LOTR or any of Tolkien's ideas, or characters, unfortunately. I do own Katanya, her family, that you do not know, and any other oc's. I went to baby names.com for all of these names, o if they have been used in a story, or in your story, I did not steal them. Sorry! I thought this up, but since LOTR is so popular, someone might have done my idea already, I did not copy it, and I am sorry. Please tell me if it is similar to a story or your story. Thanks
Cerelina
Prologue
The Past pt. 1
The Mithril Palace shook violently as the assault upon its walls continued. More blood curling screams pierced the air as debris from the latest attack fell on the fair elves of Valinor. The Guarded Realm was losing the battle. All the lights were gone save The Two Trees of Valinor. The eldest tree was waxing in its light while the younger, Laurelin, waned. The trees were at equal brightest mingling the silver and gold light cast off. The mingled light shone softly upon the walls, and blessed gardens that were destroyed, giving them they appearance that they sill were illuminated. Upon the balcony next to the south tower amid the chaos two elves picked them selves off the debris ridden floor. They did not bother to dust there torn clothes, knowing it would happen again.
"Amroth listen to me! If we lose this battle, which judging by the past 3moths, we will lose everything from here to the east. Our enemies will move east over the sea to Middle Earth. If we cannot defeat them with our magic, how will middle earth stand. We cannot leave them to deal with it alone. You will take the survivors and settle in Middle Earth, you will be the last stand should we fail."
"Yes, ada. Do you have a place in mind?" The son asked while gazing upon his ruined city.
"Yes, settle Southeast of Gondor in the lands of Harad."
"Harad? Ada the tribesman live there, in the desert!"
"Amroth with the power of the elves you can turn the desert into anything. Also-" The Elven king, now Emperor was cut off as the whole palace shook causing him to dove out of the way of falling debris.
High shouts in the distance told the elves that the voices were female. Another thunderous crash was heard. The female voices became louder despite the roaring of their enemies, and the deafening sound of metal against stone. Amroth extended his hand to his father. As soon as he grasped it the voices grew louder until two tall blond she-elves entered the corridor, searching for someone. Amroth recognized his wife Nimrodel youngest child of Finafarin, youngest sister of Finrod, and Galadriel immediately. His mother Celebfaer with her white blond hair, joint ruler of Valinor, daughter of the Laiquendi, the green elves, of Ossiriand, wife to Ereinion son of Fingon known as Gil-galad, was by her side. Instantly the two pairs of sky blue eyes set upon their soul mates. Wariness was etched in their feature and eyes. Their clothes were ripped and torn. Faces, and arms, scratched and dirty. They raced towards their husbands and into their strong embrace. Each couple held tightly, trying to forget what was going on. As another booming sound was heard, they let go.
"News?" Gil-galad inquired.
"Everything is prepared, does our son know?" The Imperial Majesty answered, and asked.
"I told him the basics, Nimrodel can fill him in since she knows all the little details. Who is going with him." Her husband asked as the four gripped tightly to the banister, as the palace shook again.
"More than 3 times what we thought, the entire house of Tindomiel, parts of the houses haven, Aemlyn, and Carnil. I do not have a total; most of them are families, the men and the army want to stay behind, but an estimate of around three hundred thousand plus five hundred and nine. The plan is to send a message to Galadriel and Elrond, since time is faster here, we should have enough time. We will combine all of our magic, and have the tower's shield protect us. With this many people it will taker longer. Our Allies, are allies with the tribesman, they responded to our letter, saying the tribesman will move to land beyond Mordor." She grabbed her son arm, and nodded. He returned the gesture and they sprinted through the dust-covered corridors, with only the two trees to light their way. Arriving at the garden took longer then they expected, because, ceiling caved in on most of the ceiling. When they entered they garden all eyes were on them. Tired, wary, sad, eyes turned to hope as their ruler before once again planned their survival. All stopped, their movements, and were silenced save for they quiet crying, for lost loved ones. Nimrodel stepped forward, as the strongest she-elf in Valinor; she had the respect to start the spell.
"We the Elves of Valinor call up Ainur, the Holy Ones. Lady of the Stars, and The Elder King, here us, aid us. Nimrodel's pale, delicate, smudged hands reached up to the sky. All voices old, and young enough to talk joined it.
"Laurelin, and Teleperion, trees of Valinor, hear us, aid us! I call upon the powers of the stars, ancient forces near far!"
Like everytime yet still pure and ethereal as the first time you have seen it, the tress glowed stronger. Above them a small ball no bigger than your palm appeared. The ball was a silvery white, and slowly it grew, glowing until it covered the trees. Suddenly it flared, and engulfed the elves garden, livestock and furniture in the garden in the silvery white light, giving off calm and serenity to all. Only moments later the High elves landed in Middle Earth. There feet were in the brown-reddish sand of the south.
Prologue
The Past pt. 2 A new Home
Within the first year the High Elves began their work on the new home. The desert stretched on for miles, with only two main rivers, and barely any streams. Of the House Carnil, only Lord Carnil and his son journeyed to Middle Earth. Lord Carnil's magic was the earth. He was in charge of the gardens of Valinor, so the people put him in charge of the earth of their new Home. Slowly day-by-day, league by league, The Lord and his son turned rocky, brown sand, into rich dark soil. With the help of The Earth Tower's members and apprentices, and the guidance of the Lord Carnil, giant tress, bigger than, the mallorn trees of Lorien, were made. Earth magic made the tress grow in days, instead of hundreds of years. The Elves missing Valinor, made inner tress with silver tinted bark, and silver tinted leaves, reminding them of what they still might lose. and honor the Two Trees of Valinor, Teleperion, and Laurelin. Beautiful cities that were similar to Valinor grew each day taller and taller, reaching the sky, just like Valinor. The architect surpassed all on Middle earth, and was exceeded only by the true beauty of the world, Valinor itself.
The forest stretch from the edge of Southeast Gondor to the edge of the now long sandy white beaches, that went right to the blue green, tropical ocean. Friends, families, and settlers from Lothlorien, and Rivendell, came, bringing their rulers with them. The Queen of Lorien allied herself with and visited her sister, now Queen Nimrodel of Silverwoods, The Southern Elven Kingdom. Lord of Rivendell allied himself with his cousin, now King Amroth of Silverwoods, The Southern Elven Kingdom.
Mirkwood however, sent only nobles and councilmen. They stayed only on polite terms with Sliverwoods, for not known reasons. Five years later home was officially done, and settled. War continued over the west with Valinor, fighting valiantly.
No action, yet I know. I had to give you some history as a base. Well here it goes the story starts next!
Prologue
The Past pt 3: The Birth of the twins
The sun had reached its peak, and it's golden rays shone brightly upon Silverwoods on Faradome, the summer solstice. It was another bright beautiful day outside. Every elf that agreed for those who could be outside in the sun was. As the wind blew gently across the woods, it carried the sound of the waves, and laughter of children, and even the older elves.
The sunrays shone brightly through the open large windows of Silverwoods, White Palace, and lighting up the corridors. The corridors were empty except for the maids who had errands, and cleaning to do. A lone dark-haired male elf ran through the corridors, glancing around him often. He suddenly turned left, and narrowly avoided knocking over Sealana, the chief of Maids. She jumped agilely out of the way and glared as her continued to run down the corridor, his footsteps echoing.
"Watch where you are going! I just had this corridor cleaned, if you dirty if, I will switch you till you are red." She called after him. The elf's steps did not falter, but he turned and waved.
"Stay away from the Kitchens, we cannot afford to have any more food missing for tomorrows holiday celebration." Sealana chuckled and shook her head as she moved down the corridor he had just come.
The elf turned right, then right again at the end of the corridor and stopped, at the two-story large mahogany doors. He barely glanced at the tall blond elven warriors standing guard. He composed himself and opened the door and entered.
"I like the choice you, made it was the right one Lady Tindomiel." A regal voice spoke. He was dressed in state royal blue robes with silver lining. A gold crown of silver- tinted leaves, and mithril sat atop the honey-gold hair. The dark haired elf moved for and bowed, while starting to speak.
"Forgive me my lords, my ladies, your majesty, we thought you would like to be informed, it is happening." Gasps ringed throughout the room. The stood half way up and stopped, waiting for the messenger to continue.
"I do not know much sire, I was not allowed in, and soon as it started they pushed me out and sent me to tell you. Shala the Pure Healer, and the maids seem to be taking care of every thing. Lady Tindomiel the Queen wants you there for support." He glanced at the blue, black- hair noble she-elf. She certainly fit her house name, Morningstar, for her hair was the sky before the sun rose, and her eyes were a light violet, like when the sun started to rise spreading it color, lighting up the day. The noblewomen looked at the king who nodded slightly. She pushed her chair back and stood up. She walked a step forward to the king and spread her skirts curtseying gracefully. She rose slowly, then turned and inclined her head to the council, and left the room. As the Lady departed the sitting noblemen murmured excitedly. This would be the King and Queen's first child, and it would be the next ruler.
"Pre-congratulation Majesty. If I may leave as well, I would like to help soothe the Queen, for I have gave birth before, she must be nervous." Lady Skye Aemlyn of the Aemlyn house asked. The king nodded his dismissal. Lady Aemlyn followed suit of lady Tindomiel, and left.
"Majesty may I suggest post poning this council until after the summer solstice? We are all very excited for your wife, and want to support her, and you as well." Best friend to the king Lord Belefell asked the nobles nodded slightly showing their agreement. The broke into a smile and took his crown off as he stepped down the dais. The room quickly with grace, and scarcely held composure left the room in order of rank behind the room. When they arrived outside of the Queen's personal chamber the ladies went in, and the lord sat down on the velvet-covered chairs outside.
6 hours later
The candles were glowing cast some light over the now dark corridor, creating shadows on the walls. Only lord Belefell, and the king remained in the hallway, save for the occasional maid who, entered or left the room. Every once in a while you would here a scream, and the king would cringe, upset that it was his fault he caused her pain.
"Push milady." A maid said firmly as the door opened and her maid left with towels in her arms. "I am pushing, why don't you try pushing, it is harder than it looks, and more painful." The voice of the queen was heard as she yelled at the maid. The rest of the words were muffled as the door closed. The maid nodded sympatheicly at the king and headed to the laundry room. The door creaked open, and the men stood up. Shala the pure healer appeared. "Majesty there is a problem, we do not know what it is, but we need to transport her to Valinor for a stronger healer to help with the birth." Shala told her king the news. He did not understand but nodded anyway. "Whatever you can do for my wife, and child, do it please I could not bear to lose either of them." He told her. The king glanced at the candle and hard the door close behind him. "Belefell, how did you do this three times?" Belefell smiled slightly.
6 hours later (the next day 12:05 am.)
"Sire, you can come in now." A plump maid awoke the king.
"You are back, what happened is Nimrodel alright." He asked worry in his voice.
"Sire, you come in now." she repeated. Amroth glanced at Belefell who nodded. The king walked past eh maid and into the sitting room the maids and ladies stood up when he entered, and curtseyed, then exited quietly, closing the door. Amroth strode to the door at his left, and opened it without hesitation.
The first thing Amroth noticed was how dark it was. The drapes were drawn closed. He had to blink to adjust to the dark. A fire was going strong, crackling. A candleholder held five small candles in the opposite corner of the fire casting a small glow. Amroth approached his wife on a large canopy bed. A small bundle was in his wife's left arm.
"Nimrodel." He whispered softly. Her blond head moved to look at him. She was tired he could tell, but their was proud, and determination in her eyes as well.
"I almost lost them. I did then I got them back." She whispered.
"Them?" He asked confused.
"Yes them, twins. I, we have twins a boy and a girl. After we were in Valinor, he was born first then our daughter. I held them, and then they died two minutes before midnight. One minute after midnight they glowed and breath entered their lungs. Their eye color changed, as did the dark hair they had. A symbol right below his or her tiny bellybuttons appeared there did a line in each direction, north, south, east, and west follow a dot in the center. Dots between the lines appeared. At the end of the north and south line, three dots appeared and two on the others. I do not know what happened. It was a miracle. Shala say they will be powerful children, it was a omen." She finished and looked down at her arms. Amroth then noticed that there was a bundle in each arm, a boy with gold eyes, with flecks of red like fire, and blue like the ocean in them. There was silver hair on his head. Not silver like old age silver hair, but silver, shinning like fabric, or magic. He looked down at his daughter, and saw the same exact face, and hair. Two-twin gold eyed watched him curiously. He smiled and kissed their small foreheads, then his wife's. "My husband, we have two new additions, to our family, and two new additions, to the house of Finafarin, and Fingolfin, what shall their names be?" she asked smiling at the lives they had created. "Our son will be name Celejonen Star Goldenwood, his twin younger sister, will be named Cerelina Lynn Goldenwood. Later when we know their powers, they will choose names in the area they wish to excel.
5 years later
Two pairs of identical eyes, that belonged to identical face watched from behind the silver tapestry on the sides of The Grand Staircase.
"Highnesses, please we need to get you ready. The ball is in a hour and halve." Anna the nursemaid to the prince and princess called as she stalked about the entrance hallway looking behind armor, and tapestries of Silverwoods colors, which ere royal blue and sliver. Since the birth of the twins, known as the terrible twins, the wreck havoc on the palace and it's attendants. They stole food for guest from the kitchens, ruined rooms, brought animals in the palace, and gave headaches to the maid. They chased away three nursemaid already, for they were a menace royalty or not. Now they played hide and seek with their nursemaid Anna instead of dressing for the ball. The children were currently covered head to toe in mud, from escaping the palace guards, and climbing trees.
"You two are a menace! Cerelina I know you can here me! I will find you and when I do I will dress you in the pink and frilliest gown I find." Anna smiled as her elven hearing picked up the gasp from behind the staircase. She went behind it to the other side, and snuck up on the children. She grabbed their rare colored hair and pulled, causing two small bodies to follow behind her step. As she faced them she gasped.
"Mud! you walked about in these clean halls when less then an hour the guests will arrive." Knowing she did not faze them she tried a different approached as she dragged them up the stairs.
"What am I to do with you? I will have to separate you. You to obviously are a bad influence on each other." The struggling stopped immediately, and the blond elf smiled. She let go and pointed to their rooms, and watched as they ran to their room.
"No children do not dare to go in there." Anna yelled as the children who ran to their room earlier eluded capture to dress them, and now ran into the ball covered in mud and in play clothes. Soon after they arrived people stopped and stared, soon they drew enough attention and the whole room watched as they gracefully, well as graceful as you can walk in dripping wet mud clothes, up to the dais, and bowed to their parents who biting the inside of the cheek to keep from laughing.
"Atara, I hit the target." Nimrodel glance up from braiding her daughter's hair to see her son's first air on the target.
"Captain, you reputation shames you. My son has just picked up a bow today and he has already hit the target." She addressed the warrior elf that was teaching her son the bow.
"It is not me, your majesty, he is a natural." Captain Anduar replied, as he turned back to the young prince.
"Diola lle." (thank you) She told her mother as her hair was done.
"Lle creoso." (your welcome) she replied.
"Cerelina, the visiting dignitaries arrived go practice what you learned in hand to hand combat class." The Queen told her child. The princess nodded and went to the balcony over hanging the archery field. The princess jumped onto the white marble banister, and turned around. She closed her golden eyes and concentrated. She bent backward planting her hands on the railing, and flipped backward. A maid in a hurry spilled water on the balcony railing, without noticing, and continued on. The princess in her third backhand spring did not notice, for she was so in thought with each back handspring the distance closed. As her hands hit the water her eyes shot opened as she realized the danger. She tried to twist landing on her feet, but her hands slipped and her left arm hit the marble breaking it. She screamed as she landed on the balcony on her bad arm, she slipped of over the edge plummeting down. She passed the railing she tried frantically to grab the rungs at the base, but she could not so she fell continued falling two stories onto the archery field.
"No."
"Tua!" (Help).
"Cerelina, no." The queen ran to the edge of the balcony and watched as her daughter fall. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a brown narrow object whizzing for her, an arrow! The bone-chilling scream of the princess in agony as the arrow hit her pierced the air. No one moved, they were all to shock, until Cerelina whimpered, then everyone move, to find the healer, the king, and to the Princess's side. Celejoen threw his bow down and ran to his sister, who had his arrow protruding from her chest.
"Amin hiraeth." (I am sorry) The princes cried softly over and over again. He cradled her in his arms.
"Atara" she couched weakly.
"I am her, do not talk.."
"Atara, Cerelina is slipping I feel it." He said between sobs. He could not live with out his twin they were to close.
"Move." A voiced boomed. Shala appeared at the dying princess's side. She shook her head. And looked at the queen. The queen understood with out words. The arrow had struck her hear barely, they was nothing to be done. All began to cry harder. Cerelina mover her uninjured hand and touch her left side not comprehending. When she pulled back red, warm liquid was on her fingers. It slowly moved down her palm and wrist, and spiral slightly down her forearm. She touched her wound again. The air crackled like a storm, like lighting hit.
"She is... healing .... herself." Shala exclaimed amazed. All eyes pulled away from her small shacking face, to the wound. It was true a whit light appeared from her fingertips. Slowly it spread to her finger, knuckled, then to her palms. The light grew stopped at her wrists
"Remove the arrow now." Shala moved Cerelina slightly and push the arrow through to the other side. When it poked threw she pulled it from its head the arrow was covered in blood, so Shala gripped harder, and pulled it out. Soon as the arrow was removed, Cerelina's hands flared to life, they glowed brighter, and engulfed her entire body in its white silvery light. All had to look away for it was too bright. Suddenly, it winked out causing all to blink then gasp, as her eyes were closed. Crying broke out around the circle that appeared.
"Tampa, she is not dead." (Stop) Her twin yelled. All glanced and focused on her. Slowly her chest rose and fell.
"What happened." The queen asked relieved.
"She exhausted herself, but she is alive. That was her powers. Amazingly they never show up this early in age, and never this strong. She just healed a lethal wound, only years of training, and being a healer can do that. The only time I have seen this done well, not seen, heard is The White Rose they can do that." She exclaimed amazed. She looked around at the confuse faces, and continued
"Silverwoods, is like Valinor, Rank is determined by magic, and you strength in magic, not like Middle earth, they do rank by social status, and wealth. All over the world there are healers, from different elven kingdoms. Like our rank the stronger you are the higher you are, same with the healers. Everyone can be taught the ability, but most can only heal cuts, or breaks. Some however are born with it in the. They power is passed down by generation and eventual generations later you have an extremely strong healer. Most of those were White Roses. The White Rose is a title, the highest title, of the ranks of healers. The White Rose is considered if not equal then above even Kings, and Queens. They have special abilities, not just healing. There is usually only 1 White Rose at a time, it is a great honor. The only time I have seen a White rose let alone a healer do this is with hundreds or years training and at least 5000 years old. That was Ellendea, the current White Rose. White Roses are so powerful if they are not taught how to channel, to use their magic, they die, because it is too much. I suggest sending for Ellendea, so she can teach the princess, and heal her just in case. For now she should be in bed." Shala explained. The healers nodded agreement and picked her up gently, and carried her with the prince right behind them.
"My daughter a White Rose?" the queen asked
"Yes, I think so, it is a great honor, responsibility, and danger. However, it is the chance of a lifer time. I am a pure healer the second strongest healer in the world, a step below the White Rose. She at least she will be a pure healer, majesty"
"Shala thank you! Please do send for The White Rose, I want my daughter to live, and it will be her choice if she becomes the next healer or White Rose." The Queen hugged her old friend the continued after the healers, and her twins.
And so throughout time Cerelina grew as did her powers, but her battle for many things including, survival, hope, and love will come...!!!!!
Done! Well with the Prologue! Now onto the exciting, action adventures, it's about time! Please Review and tell me what you think, this is my first fic so I would like to know. No flamers please, but I do welcome good constructive criticism. Thanks
Cerelina