Chapter 1 Isildur
Exactly where do I start? At the beginning of my life? No, because my childhood is of no importance to this story. At the beginning of my marriage? No, too far into the story. Oh yes, I have the perfect place, when I first met Isildur.
The day was young yet fair and there was not one cloud in the sky. The air smelled fresh with the aroma of the shards of grass and the muddy riverbank. The sun beat down hard on the earth that day and beneath it I felt awfully warm in my new gown. I was garbed in a new gown my mother, Lómeawen made for me for my sixteenth birthday, which was a cerulean blue gown trimmed with golden tassels. I even had my hair intricately braided by a servant that morning. Even though my father wasn't a noble, he was a famous shipbuilder throughout Gondor, and had an excellent reputation. We owned many servants and I even had a personal attendant, Nessamelda, who helped me prepare everyday.
My three elder sisters, Silmevendë, elder by five years, Isilmewen, elder by three years, and Calimárë, elder by a year, accompanied me. My three elder sisters were widely known for their beauty and their elegance. Silmevendë was the second tallest of us all with long hair as black as night, with a fair complexion, olive-colored eyes, and was the most elegant of us all. Isilmewen, the second eldest and shortest of us all, had long curly hazel brown hair that always seemed untamed and wild, forest green eyes, olive-colored skin, and was the wildest of all us. Calimárë, the third eldest had long straight birch colored hair, chestnut-colored eyes, olive-colored skin, and was the most ladylike of us all. I, of course was not what my sisters were. I was the only sister with wavy golden blond hair, the hair that my mother had, azure blue eyes that were very rare in Gondor, very fair skin, and was the tallest of all my sisters. Silmevendë detested me for being the tallest of us three and would never pay me complements like she did to my other sisters. That day, we were strolling through the market heading towards the millinery so we could purchase some new gowns. My father gave me more money because it was my birthday. That day, neither of my sisters singled me out like they usually did, for it was my birthday and all was merry. The number of young men there was many and all of my sisters and I, besides Silmevendë were single. Silmevendë was in love with an interesting merchant, Telepsecir and remained faithful to him.
"See her? She yearns for her beloved Telepsecir!" Isilmewen declared jokingly at an unusually quiet and solemn Silmevendë. Silmevendë did not care what Isilmewen thought or said because she was much too busy thinking of Telepsecir.
"Oh, Isilmewen, leave her alone! She has too much on her mind! Like mother, who is doing very poorly." Calimárë declared coming to Silmevendë's defense. Though her sisters were fighting over stupid things my mind was lingering on something else.
The next moment, everything happened so fast that I finally noticed what happened. I suddenly realized that I was lying on the ground looking up at a stranger. I looked around and noticed everyone around bowing in reverence. I finally noticed that the man I was glaring up at was the prince Isildur. I finally fainted in his arms.