"You can open your eyes now Linwe Greenleaf of the Mirkwood Realm, you are home." I opened my eyes, and what I saw took away my breath. Large, beautiful trees toward above us, their branches heavy with silvery foliage. Before me sprawled a large palace, intricately connected with the forest. It seemed to be made into the very trees themselves, but there was a…harmony about it, almost as if the trees didn't mind…Whoa.
"It's beautiful. Everything is beautiful Gadalf." He led me to the palace doors, which sprung open as if someone had been watching. Standing in the doorway of the palace where two figures, but my eyes focused on the second one first. He looked at me with love in his eyes-my eyes. Large and lavender, his eyes stood in contrast to his porcelain skin. His nose, long and slightly upturned, gave his angular face a youthful look. Everything about his was young, save for his eyes.
They were the eyes of my father, and as I looked into them the lavender began to swim with tears.
" Ada," I whispered, reaching out a honey colored hand. The tears spilled down his cheeks, and he quickly pulled me into a tight embrace.
"You're home…my child is finally home." He kissed the top of my head, wet with his tears. Pulling back slightly, he studied me, as if memorizing my features. "You are even more beautiful than I remember. Do you remember me?"
I squinted slightly; trying desperately to remember this man in front of me…nothing came.
"I-I wish that I did, I want to-but, there is nothing." The disappointment was evident in his eyes, yet he smiled encouragingly.
"You will remember in time. It is…best, to take things slow." I nodded in acceptance, suddenly remembering the figure to the side of my father.
"Oh! How rude of me, um…hi." He smiled back at me, a noble smile. He wore a crown of silver leaves twined together…he almost looked familiar.
"And this is King Thranduil of the Woodland Realm, your father in law."
"Your father is right. You are even more beautiful than you were, last I saw you."
"Thank you your highness," I looked all around me at the fair elves, why was I so dark? Were there browned skinned elves? Did elves have racism? Ada saw my discomfort, and an expression of sadness flitted across his face. It was gone just as quickly as it came, replaced by the joyous look he held before.
"Now, I must be leaving", Gandalf said suddenly, "many, many things to do."
"What?" I asked in shock," but, but"-
"Gandalf is leaving?" A foreign voice said.