Author's note: Wilwarin and Gwilwileth are my characters, although their names are a part of Tolkien's language. Italics are Wilwarin's thoughts.This is my first story so please R&R.
I awoke in a large bed. The room was beautiful. There were paintings and gorgeous furniture everywhere. I had never been anywhere like it before.
"How are you feeling?" someone asked me. There was a girl sitting in the chair to the right of my bed. She had long gold hair, and green eyes. She looked young, about twelve years old, yet somehow I knew she had lived much longer.
"I think I'm OK. What happened? Who are you?" I asked, somewhat rudely.
She didn't seem to mind." My name is Gwilwileth, but you may call me Gwil, I am Legolas' younger sister. He brought you here, to my father's palace. He told us that he found you by the River Running, and you fainted."
"Gwilwileth, that's the Sindarin word for butterfly, my name means butterfly also." I said, mostly to myself. It was true, my name was Vanessa, which is Greek for butterfly, so I knew all the elven words for butterfly.
"Oh really, what is your name?" Gwil asked curiously.
Vanessa didn't sound elven enough, so I told my name was Wilwarin, which is Quenya for butterfly.
"That's a very beautiful name, Wilwarin," she smiled, happy to here our names had the same meaning.
"You may call me Wilwa if you like."
"Alright,' she smiled again, "Do you have a second name? Mine is Gil-Lotë, which is…"
"Star-Flower," I finished for her. Second name? I hadn't thought of that. I always liked Bluemoon with Wilwarin so I told her the elven word for Bluemoon, Niwarana.
That's when Legolas walked in.
A/N: Sorry about the chapters being so small, I don't get much chance to get them on the computer. Short's better then nothing right? ;)