Chapter one: Visions and promises.
She turned, the small sound frightening her. It was a continuous tapping on the window. She froze from reading the book she had held in her small Elven hands. The sound stopped again. She sat looking at the window for a couple of seconds more before eventually going back to the reading which had been set for her by the tutor her Father, the King of the elves of Rushbrook, had decided she should have. She enjoyed the lessons but they sometimes became dull as the tutor was old and often repeated himself. She looked up again as the tapping began again. She climbed to her feet and made her way cautiously to the window. Looking out, it was a wonder she didn't scream. Underneath the window, swinging wildly in the wind was the body of an elf. She turned from the window, her brown hair swinging quickly about her face as tears began coursing down her finely sculpted cheeks. She reached her Father's room in a matter of a couple of minutes and burst in, sobs racking her small frame. Her Father turned from the person he had been talking too, a frown crossing his face which quickly turned to concern as he saw the despair and sadness on his youngest child's face.
"What is it little one?" Amadre ran to him, throwing her arms about his neck and clutching to him tightly. Her Father, Ahran, held her close. The other elf he had been talking to, slipped silently out of the room, smirking slightly. The King stroked his daughter's hair until she had quieted again. She eventually pulled back from him.
"I saw it again. The vision I keep getting of Fasiel strung up outside my window." She began to cry again. The King felt some of the pain his daughter felt. He worried for her. It was not good that she was forced to see these visions. These visions, that so easily scared her. Her Mother had also suffered from this problem until eventually she had killed herself as the visions began to appear to her even more frequently so that some days it felt as though she was constantly in one. He pulled his daughter away from him, and lifted her up. He made his way down the darkening corridors and to her older brother's rooms. Amadre was sniffling as he entered into Fasiel's rooms. Fasiel looked up from reading in his bed. A look of concern fell across his features as he realised what had befallen his little sister. He climbed out the bed, reaching out for his sister as he did so. His Father passed her to him, after kissing her softly on the cheek. Amadre fell into her brother's arms, snuggling gladly into the warmth of his bare chest. Fasiel sighed and wrapped her up in the blanket, snuggling into the bed with her. The last thing she said before falling asleep was,
"Promise me that you won't do anything like that. You will never do what I see in my visions." Fasiel smiled and nodded in agreement.
"I promise."
It was five hundred since Fasiel had said that. Amadre was now a beautiful young Elven woman with all she could ever wish for and more. She sat underneath a willow tree outside her home. Someone walking towards her made her look up from the daisy chain she had been happily making. It was her Father with another male elf. Her brother was following closely, a frown creasing his features. He saw Amadre and attempted to motion to her to go. She climbed slowly to her feet, stretching idly as she did so. She ignored her brother and began to walk calmly to where the three male elves were walking. Fasiel's frown grew even deeper as he saw what she was doing. The stranger with her Father looked up as she came towards them. Her Father gestured her too them.
"This is my youngest child, Amadre." He then motioned to the elf stood beside him. "This is Earang, the son of Thranduil. His Father is an old friend of mine. I have invited him to the castle. They will arrive within a couple of days." Amadre nodded and then smiled at Earang. He was a handsome elf with blonde hair to his shoulders. He was wearing the dark green leggings, silver under tunic and lighter green over tunic of the Mirkwood Elves. He smiled back at her, the smile breaking his youthful face into a smiling heaven for Amadre. Fasiel sighed heavily and turned from what he could see was happening.
It was three days later and Amadre was dressed in her finest dress ready for the feast when she would finally be able to meet her Fathers friend's sons. If they were anything to go by on Earang, her Father may just have her married as he often threatened to do. She smiled at the memories of her Father when she was younger and how he used to tease her about all her crushes. She sighed happily, pulling a brush through her hair. She began to hum to herself until a knock at the door made her turn around.
"Come in." The door opened and her brother entered, with a slight frown upon his face. She smiled at him as he moved up to her. She continued. "What is it brother?" He shrugged and shook his head, before forcing himself to smile at her.
"It is nothing. Come, we must hurry to the feast or else Father will be sending a search party for us." He laughed and held out his arm for her to link on to.
They made their way down the stairs to where the sounds of a lilting melody could be heard. Fasiel led Amadre through the double doors and to where her Father was sat talking to an elf that could only have been Thranduil. Three more male elves were sat near them, each with similar features which could mean only one thing. They were Thranduil's sons. She had an intake of breath as she recognized Earang. He looked up at her and smiled, nodding at Fasiel as he did so. Her Father's voice made her turn to him,
"Ahhh….here is my beautiful daughter. My Lords, meet Amadre. Amadre meet the King Thranduil and his son's, Earang, Sendorn and Legolas." She smiled round at all of them, before her Father beckoned for her to sit down next to the one her Father had called Sendorn. He turned to her straight away and began talking,
"I'm pleased to meet you, My Lady." Amadre felt herself blushing as she replied.
"There is no need to call me Lady. I am not of high born blood such as you." He grimaced. She continued. "You do not enjoy being a highborn?" He smiled again and shook his head.
"I have not enjoyed it since the death of my Mother." He smiled sadly. She looked away from him.
"I am sorry. My Mother is also dead." They fell into silence. Amadre turned to find her brother watching her closely. She frowned at him slightly and then stood, motioning for her brother to follow. She curtsied to the small group and after saying,
"I must excuse me and my brother for a short time. We have had nothing to drink since early this afternoon." Her Father smiled and nodded at her. She turned feeling the eyes of the three brothers burning into her back. Her brother smiled at them and then followed after his sister. They made their way to the small tables which were set out for getting drinks. The food would not be served until later on when everyone had arrived. She took a glass of the Elvish wine, as did her Brother.
"What is it? I know there is something which bothers you, my brother. What is it? Tell me now or I shall ask Father." Fasiel almost choked on his wine in his haste to reply to his younger sister.
"No! You must not do that. I have overheard something from my Father's room which I fear I should not have. It was concerning you. Thranduil and our Father were discussing the true reasons Thranduil and his sons had come here. The sons I suspect don't know this yet. Well, the oldest may do. Sendorn that is. The one which you were talking to. The two youngest are having arranged marriages. Thranduil would like you to be either Legolas or Earang's bride!" Amadre had a sharp intake of breath. There was the crash of a glass as the youngest of the sons had heard what was being said. He had come up in the hopes of getting a drink without being seen by them whilst they conversed. Amadre turned and stared at him with growing desperation in her eyes. The same look was in the male elf's eyes.
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