A/N: Hello, and welcome to my third story. I really hope you enjoy this,
because I really hope to enjoy writing it. Gracias!!!
Disclaimer: The only characters I own are the ones you don't recognize, and just to let some people know, Elrohir and Elladan are characters in the Lord of the Rings stories. They are twin sons of Elrond, so now that that is clarified...
Chapter One
The sun shone brightly and a soft wind blew through an open window of the house of Elrond. The light glinted off the jet-black hair of Fonia, Elrond's youngest daughter, being only about 100 years younger than Arwen.
Fonia and Arwen had many differences, but were very close. Both females loved horseback riding, both loved nature, and both loved dancing. Fonia could dance for hours on end without a care in the world. Both liked being girly, wearing dresses almost all the time, but Fonia, every once in a while, would take advantage of being alone, would change into a pair of pants and shirt, and ride at break-neck speed on her horse, enjoying the wind blowing through her hair.
Fonia, unlike her sister, loved archery and swordsmanship. She always imagined herself as a warrior, but she could never tell anyone. They wouldn't understand.
Fonia woke up from her peaceful dream. She rubbed her eyes, eased the covers off herself, and drug herself out of bed. Walking over to her closet, she stared at the contents, and decided that it would be the perfect day to go riding. Her gaze landed on a deep red dress of cotton material. It had a low v-neck with a white material underneath going halfway up the v. The dress was tight-fitting down to her waist, where there was a gold cord to tie in the back. There was a slit from the waist down which revealed a white skirt that attached on the inside. She threw on stockings, and grabbed a pair of black riding boots that went just below her knees. She put on a silver chain with a ruby pendant dangling from it and went into the bathroom. She sat down and braided all of her hair into one big braid that hung into her shoulder. She got up and exited her room and headed for the dining hall to get a bite to eat.
She walked into the dining hall, and was greeted with the murmur of voices coming from every direction. She headed towards her father and sat down.
"Good morning, Ada." She smiled at him and took a piece of bread, on which she put butter and honey.
"Good morning, Fonia. It looks as if you are going riding. It sure is nice outside. Today would be the perfect day to go riding."
"Yes, indeed it is," she said, finishing her bread. "I was hoping to go to the archery fields today, also. In fact, I left my bow up in my room. I must go get it." She kissed her father, and rushed off. "I'll see you later!" she hollered over her shoulder. She looked forward and nearly ran into Arwen.
"Where are you going in such a hurry?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at her younger sister.
"I need to get my bow! I'm going to the archery field, and want to get there before our brothers. I'll see you later!" she dashed to her room and threw open the door.
Above a grand fireplace were her bow, her quiver and arrows, and her twin blades. She took down the quiver and buckled it across her chest, then took down her blades and put them in their holders across her back. She did up the buckle for this, too. Finally, she grabbed her bow, slung it over her shoulder, shut her door, and dashed to the stables.
The smell of hay and horses greeted her nose as she entered the barn. She walked until she came to Cydrim, her horse. The mare was a gorgeous thoroughbred, with long, muscular legs and a long neck. Fonia grabbed the bridle and slid it onto the horse's head. She then put the saddle on, making sure to cinch the girth tight. Leading her into the middle of the walkway, Fonia mounted Cydrim and galloped towards the archery fields. Elladan and Elrohir were nowhere around. "Good," she thought. "I'll finally have it all to myself."
For a fleeting moment, all she felt was happiness, but it all left when she saw a horse walking down the path towards her. The elf riding the horse was hunched over, as if in pain, and there was a blood-stain on his shirt. Kicking her horse in the sides, she raced as fast as she could go over to the injured elf.
"Oh my," she gasped, staring at the wound, and wondered how long he had been traveling with this wound. "What happened? Are you okay?" she asked, a look of concern plastered on her face.
"I'm fine. It's just an arrow wound."
"Well, if you're fine then, do you think you could lope back to the house of Elrond?"
"Yes, I think so..." His face twitched as he urged his horse to go faster, but he hid the pain well.
"He must have lost a lot of blood," she thought, seeing the paleness of his skin. "He looks weak."
Finally, they got back to the palace, and Fonia dismounted and handed the reins to one of the servants. She then helped the injured elf dismount, and the servant lead both horses to the barn. Fonia quickly guided the elf to her father's quarters, and Elrond's face grew fretful.
"I'll see to his wound immediately. Do you know what happened to him?"
"No, Ada. He just said it was an arrow wound. I think he may have been ambushed." Fonia was worried for the injured elf. "Will he be okay?" she asked after a moment of silence.
"I hope so." Her father grew silent. "Fonia, you should wait outside. I will come get you when I am done." His voice was stern, and she obeyed. Shutting the door behind her, thoughts flooded her mind. Who is this elf, and more importantly, would he be alright?
A/N: Well, what did you think of that? I really hope you liked it, and I have much planned for the next chapter. Please review. Thank you!!!
Disclaimer: The only characters I own are the ones you don't recognize, and just to let some people know, Elrohir and Elladan are characters in the Lord of the Rings stories. They are twin sons of Elrond, so now that that is clarified...
Chapter One
The sun shone brightly and a soft wind blew through an open window of the house of Elrond. The light glinted off the jet-black hair of Fonia, Elrond's youngest daughter, being only about 100 years younger than Arwen.
Fonia and Arwen had many differences, but were very close. Both females loved horseback riding, both loved nature, and both loved dancing. Fonia could dance for hours on end without a care in the world. Both liked being girly, wearing dresses almost all the time, but Fonia, every once in a while, would take advantage of being alone, would change into a pair of pants and shirt, and ride at break-neck speed on her horse, enjoying the wind blowing through her hair.
Fonia, unlike her sister, loved archery and swordsmanship. She always imagined herself as a warrior, but she could never tell anyone. They wouldn't understand.
Fonia woke up from her peaceful dream. She rubbed her eyes, eased the covers off herself, and drug herself out of bed. Walking over to her closet, she stared at the contents, and decided that it would be the perfect day to go riding. Her gaze landed on a deep red dress of cotton material. It had a low v-neck with a white material underneath going halfway up the v. The dress was tight-fitting down to her waist, where there was a gold cord to tie in the back. There was a slit from the waist down which revealed a white skirt that attached on the inside. She threw on stockings, and grabbed a pair of black riding boots that went just below her knees. She put on a silver chain with a ruby pendant dangling from it and went into the bathroom. She sat down and braided all of her hair into one big braid that hung into her shoulder. She got up and exited her room and headed for the dining hall to get a bite to eat.
She walked into the dining hall, and was greeted with the murmur of voices coming from every direction. She headed towards her father and sat down.
"Good morning, Ada." She smiled at him and took a piece of bread, on which she put butter and honey.
"Good morning, Fonia. It looks as if you are going riding. It sure is nice outside. Today would be the perfect day to go riding."
"Yes, indeed it is," she said, finishing her bread. "I was hoping to go to the archery fields today, also. In fact, I left my bow up in my room. I must go get it." She kissed her father, and rushed off. "I'll see you later!" she hollered over her shoulder. She looked forward and nearly ran into Arwen.
"Where are you going in such a hurry?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at her younger sister.
"I need to get my bow! I'm going to the archery field, and want to get there before our brothers. I'll see you later!" she dashed to her room and threw open the door.
Above a grand fireplace were her bow, her quiver and arrows, and her twin blades. She took down the quiver and buckled it across her chest, then took down her blades and put them in their holders across her back. She did up the buckle for this, too. Finally, she grabbed her bow, slung it over her shoulder, shut her door, and dashed to the stables.
The smell of hay and horses greeted her nose as she entered the barn. She walked until she came to Cydrim, her horse. The mare was a gorgeous thoroughbred, with long, muscular legs and a long neck. Fonia grabbed the bridle and slid it onto the horse's head. She then put the saddle on, making sure to cinch the girth tight. Leading her into the middle of the walkway, Fonia mounted Cydrim and galloped towards the archery fields. Elladan and Elrohir were nowhere around. "Good," she thought. "I'll finally have it all to myself."
For a fleeting moment, all she felt was happiness, but it all left when she saw a horse walking down the path towards her. The elf riding the horse was hunched over, as if in pain, and there was a blood-stain on his shirt. Kicking her horse in the sides, she raced as fast as she could go over to the injured elf.
"Oh my," she gasped, staring at the wound, and wondered how long he had been traveling with this wound. "What happened? Are you okay?" she asked, a look of concern plastered on her face.
"I'm fine. It's just an arrow wound."
"Well, if you're fine then, do you think you could lope back to the house of Elrond?"
"Yes, I think so..." His face twitched as he urged his horse to go faster, but he hid the pain well.
"He must have lost a lot of blood," she thought, seeing the paleness of his skin. "He looks weak."
Finally, they got back to the palace, and Fonia dismounted and handed the reins to one of the servants. She then helped the injured elf dismount, and the servant lead both horses to the barn. Fonia quickly guided the elf to her father's quarters, and Elrond's face grew fretful.
"I'll see to his wound immediately. Do you know what happened to him?"
"No, Ada. He just said it was an arrow wound. I think he may have been ambushed." Fonia was worried for the injured elf. "Will he be okay?" she asked after a moment of silence.
"I hope so." Her father grew silent. "Fonia, you should wait outside. I will come get you when I am done." His voice was stern, and she obeyed. Shutting the door behind her, thoughts flooded her mind. Who is this elf, and more importantly, would he be alright?
A/N: Well, what did you think of that? I really hope you liked it, and I have much planned for the next chapter. Please review. Thank you!!!