The Image of Perfection
"Catch me!" a young Vanyarin nis giggled, skipping backwards teasingly as the golden-haired prince of the Noldor chased after her.
She was faster than he, despite him being the older one.
She threw back her head and laughed in delight, bright golden locks billowing above her in the wind as she danced before him, fair hair framing her pale childish face while it caught the light of the Trees.
They were young, elflings, but old enough to recognize and somewhat understand the inexplicable pull they had felt to one another since the day they had first met, barely three years ago.
"Amarie, wait up!" the little ner cried in exasperation, skidding to a stop and looking around him in confusion.
She had disappeared.
"Up here, silly!" the maiden cried fondly, from somewhere near the top of a great tall tree. "If you want me, you'll have to climb up and get me."
The prince sighed, picking a bright marigold and holding it between his teeth as he made his way up the tree, springing from branch to branch until he reached her.
She smiled warmly, eyes sparkling in the beautiful light filtering in through the leaves sheltering them.
He carefully placed the flower behind her ear, and they sat down side by side, legs dangling from the branch.
"Amarie and Findarato, together forever." she sighed, leaning her head down on his shoulder.
"Promise me you'll be mine, Amarie." he begged nervously, milky sky-blue eyes searching her soft grey ones earnestly.
"Yes, I do promise. But will you promise me something in return?"
"Certainly. What is it?"
"That you will never leave me alone."
"Never. Amarie and Findarato, together forever."
*sobs* why must they be parted?! WHYYYYYYY!?
Anyway, for some weird reason, the song 'Alright' by Supergrass kept on playing through my head as I did this one...weeeiiird...
Findarato-Finrod
Anyway, see you guys later! Have a great day, and please review!