Chapter Four: Vanyaleuthil's Destiny
Vanyaleuthil couldn't help wondering if she was falling in love with Legolas. It was certain that she was beautiful and he was handsome, and both had perfect personalities. They shared the same interests and ethics.
Vanyaleuthil smiled. She pulled out her bow and quiver. Her bow was engraved with silver and full of amethysts, diamonds, rubies, emeralds, sapphires, topazes, aquamarines, and alexandrites that were cut in the shape of sixteen-pointed stars. Vanyaleuthil left her mansion after putting on an exquisite riding/archery costume. It had a tight green shirt of long sleeves and tights that shimmered with 48 carats of crushed peridots and emeralds. There was a tiny brown skirt and matching brown boots embroidered with little gems and flowers. She wore dark green leggings on her perfect legs. Vanyaleuthil wore a band of pure mithril around her neck that held a single peridot. Her hair was back in a long, shimmering, golden-silver ponytail tied with perfect leather band with a single 1-carat emerald. She whistled to Iriador, a blood-red unicorn with a pure, silver-white mane, who was as immortal, like her, and gorgeous as her owner, strong, valiant, intelligent, and loyal. Iriador had a sparkling silver horn. Vanyaleuthil lifted her 89-pound frame onto Iriador, who set off at a trot into the woods, already knowing, without asking, where her owner wanted to go. Vanyaleuthil came to her little archery course that she built herself. It was the size of several football fields and full of traps that Vanyaleuthil had to overcome, and she did it with no problem.
Vanyaleuthil hit the last target and rode back to the start to take all her arrows back.
"Lady Vanyaleuthil! Good day!" came a voice.
Vanyaleuthil spun around to see Lord Celoril, a very handsome Elf from the court with soft, dark silver-blonde hair and kind hazel eyes. He was very kind and not at all presumptuous. He approached her on his brown horse, holding a sword.
"Good day, Lord Celoril. How are you?" Vanyaleuthil said with a smile. She rather liked Celoril. He didn't seem obsessed with her (though he was madly in love with her), like many other Lords were.
"Excellent, diola le."
"I'm glad. To what do I owe the pleasure of your presence?" Vanyaleuthil said.
"Lord Thranduil wants you to come up to the palace. He wishes to speak to you."
"Diola le."
"You're welcome. Shall I escort you?"
"Oh, I'm not dressed right."
Celoril smiled. "You look radiant…as usual, Lady Vanyaleuthil."
Vanyaleuthil and Celoril entered the palace to a symphony of mutters from Elf lords. Vanyaleuthil greeted each one by name. Three asked her to marry them, but Vanyaleuthil turned them down politely.
When she denied the lords, the others cried, "See! Vanyaleuthil will be my wife!"
Finally, they got to Lord Thranduil's study. Vanyaleuthil smiled, gave Celoril a hug, and entered.
Lord Thranduil stood up and walked over to Vanyaleuthil. "Hello, Vanyaleuthil. Please, sit here." Vanyaleuthil did.
"My Lord, why am I here?"
Thranduil sighed and looked straight at Vanyaleuthil, dazed by her beauty. "It is about your destiny."
Vanyaleuthil's round, bright eyes widened. "Wh-what do you mean, My Lord? I have no special destiny."
Thranduil nodded and smiled. "Yes, you do, Vanyaleuthil. Do you remember the story of how you survived the Orc attack that claimed your parents' lives?"
Vanyaleuthil nodded gracefully. "Yes."
"There is an ancient prophecy saying that a beautiful young Mirequendi child will survive the horrors that will kill her parents and rise like a phoenix from their ashes to save all of Creation."
Vanyaleuthil's beautiful eyes shone like exploding stars. She was so beautiful.
"A time will come when you will rise above all others. You will save all of Arda and Aman. It is your destiny."
Vanyaleuthil cast her eyes down. "No, not me," she whispered.
"Lady Vanyaleuthil, believe in yourself. You are the most amazing maiden I have ever known."
She blushed and said, "Thank you, my Lord." With that she departed.