Author's Note: This is not a troll, contrary to what some of you might think. I am very serious about adding to Middle-earth and developing my talent. If you can't stand someone being creative, then it's obvious to me that you're all jealous.

Chapter Six: Vanyaleuthil's Secret

As Vanyaleuthil got dressed the next morning, (a pale blue-and-violet swirled gown with tight sleeves with white diamonds on the collar, bottom of the sleeves, and the bottom of the skirt, a belt made completely of various colors of diamonds, and several braids that were fastened with tiny, sparkling diamonds and amethysts) she couldn't stop thinking about Legolas. Vanyaleuthil was no longer lonely—she could see Legolas when ever she wanted to. But soon she remembered her deep dark secret. She was the only Elf alive who knew about it. Nobody else in Middle-earth knew that Vanyaleuthil—

A knock came at the door. Vanyaleuthil looked at the Harma Mela around her slender little neck and walked to the door and opened it. It was Legolas.

"Hello, Prince Legolas," Vanyaleuthil greeted.

"Hello," he said.

There was a silence. Vanyaleuthil finally said, "Come in."

Legolas followed her in. She beckoned for him to sit on a couch with her. He sat slowly down. His ice-blue eyes searched Vanyaleuthil.

"My parents, Coriamirawilwariniel (Purple-jewel butterfly woman) and Luinondoharmaion (Treasure of blue stones) were very special Elves."

"Of course they were, Vanyaleuthil," Legolas said softly.

"Yes. They were special. All Elves know that. But I am the only Elf who knows the extent of Luinondoharmaion and Coriamirawilwariniel's greatness…and mine, too."

Legolas raised his perfectly sculpted eyebrows.

A tear trickled down Vanyaleuthil's perfect face. "I am a Princess."

Legolas gaped. He took Vanyaleuthil's tiny hand. "A Princess?"

Vanyaleuthil nodded. "Yes," she sobbed beautifully.

"You shouldn't be ashamed of being a princess, Vanyaleuthil. You should be happy, proud."

"You don't understand, Legolas," Vanyaleuthil whispered. "My people are the Mirequendi, the Jewel-Elves. We are precious, like jewels. And rare. We are descended from the faeries, the first and most perfect beings in Middle-earth, created before the Elves. In fact "leuthil" is the faery word for "gem." I am the last Princess of the Mirequendi of Lirimaimiriefalmadeúial (lovely jeweled wave of twilight)"

"Oh, Vanyaleuthil," stammered Legolas. "Tell me more."

Vanyaleuthil closed her eyes. She sighed daintily. "The Mirequendi are the most skilled, wisest, beautiful of all the Elves."

Vanyaleuthil was so beautiful.

"There were only about 100 Mirequendi with true faery blood in them. My parents, the king and queen of the them, were the owners of the fourth Elven ring."

Legolas gasped. "A fourth ring!"

"Yes," Vanyaleuthil said. "Among their things was Araukagil, the ring."

"That means The Swift Star," Legolas said.

"Indeed, it does," replied Vanyaleuthil, her eyes shining like the most brilliant of stars in the sky as singing angels with silver wings flitted between them.

Legolas said, "Do you…have it?"

Vanyaleuthil nodded. "Would you like to see it?"

Would he like to see it? Legolas had read myths of a fourth, more powerful ring, that was destined for greatness. It was said to be owned my the most perfect, wondrous, beautiful Elf family. The Araukagil was supposed to be one of the most beautiful pieces of jewelry in Middle-earth.

"Of course, Vanyaleuthil," Legolas said.

Vanyaleuthil said, "I'll go get it." She ambled to the stairs. "It's in my room."

In her gigantic bedroom, Vanyaleuthil had many boxes of jewels and jewelry. She opened the top drawer of her dresser and pulled out a gold box. She opened it with a matching gold key and pulled out a burgundy velvet box with a gold latch. She opened it and pulled out something purely gorgeous.

Vanyaleuthil brought the Araukagil down to Legolas. The ring was made of bands of silver, platinum, and mithril. The tiniest diamonds were imbedded in the ring, causing it to sparkle like a galaxy of stars. There was a huge round jewel in the center of the ring. It was a faceted gem of all colors. Azure, violet, green, gold, silver, orange, yellow, indigo, cream, maroon, crimson, pink, lavender, turquoise. The different colors swirled around like clouds. Each one was constantly turning into another. It was simply divine.

Legolas was in awe.

But that was not all. A star was dancing around inside the jewel. It was going quite fast. The star was of the purest, purest white, whiter than fresh snow.

Vanyaleuthil smiled and slid the ring onto her right ring finger. The Araukagil shone brilliantly.

"Legolas…" Vanyaleuthil said. "I have trusted you with my deepest, darkest secret. No one can know about the Araukagil."

Legolas looked deep into Vanyaleuthil's eyes. She was so beautiful. "I will not tell anyone. Before I go, tell me, Vanyaleuthil, how powerful is your ring?"

Vanyaleuthil smiled. "It rivals the One Ring."