Disclaimer: My sister and I do not own any of the tolkien's characters or elvish words nor do we own the name Saphira.We do however own the character Farolas and other characters you will meet later on.
Chapter 1
Beads of perspiration slid down her delicately curved eyebrows into her slanted eyes, blurring her vision. Lithely, she ran from pine to maple, her tanned skin blending in with various shades of bark.
As she burst through the foliage, she stumbled upon a pool surrounded by fog. Yet, as she took in the rare beauty, a shadow intruded on her silent moment and she recognized her pursuer.
"Saphira, your foot falls were so heavy that I could have found you in the dark with my eyes closed," a voice laughed heartily in the mist.
"Ha! The only reason you arrived before me was due to either magic or mischief," Saphira countered as a smile danced lightly over her lips. Suddenly he jumped from his advantageous position, landing silently in front of Saphira's face.
"Oh, Farolas Duater, why was I born of noble blood? Why be a loveless princess when I could be a peasant filled with happiness?" she sighed and turned away, her mind crawling with troubles.
Laying his hand comfortingly on her slender shoulder his almond shaped purple eyes shone with sincerity.
"Oh my meleth, Saphira, it matters not what your name is or the amount of jewels you are to inherit. Instead," He paused as he laid his hand over her heart, "if you remember that what lies in here is worth more than the Elvin, human, dwarf, or Halfling nations wealth combined, then you will never have regrets."
Slowly, a shy smile snaked across her smooth face as she noticed for the first time that night how Farolas looked.
At the age of 623, Farolas was a very young elf, although his abundance of muscles hid that fact. From head to toe, his body was a bright chestnut color, a hue that shined even in moonlight. But even as Saphira admired his qualities, she was forced to remember that their love was forbidden.
His mother was the same to the renowned Legolas, but since his father was not accepted into society he became a forgotten half-brother. That was, until he and Saphira me each other in the moonlit forest on one of Saphira's outings.
Before she could think him for his care, a soft pudding noise grabbed her attention. An older elf burst through the trees, stopping right before Saphira while he gasped for breath. Suddenly as her thoughts connected with the messengers, a terrifying image invaded Saphira's mind: war comes.
A/N
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