I am getting really nice reviews from one person. It would be nice to have more, but hey, you can't have it all, can you?

And regarding her being a Mary-Sue, Aphrodite was good at science and maths in school (I'm on my way for A* at GCSE), making the fact that she built the glider more believable, as she has also seen the light of the two trees, making her Calaquendi and 'smarter', her original knowledge of aerodynamics extended through her theoretical work.

BTW I ship Russingon. (Maedhros/Fingon)

The sea was crashing against the rocks on the beaches, Aphrodite walking along with her glider in hand. The sound of laughter reached her and she turned to see a tall redhead and an average sized ellon with dark hair, three elflings running around them. One had gold hair, the other silver and the dark haired one had gold woven into his hair.

Deciding she didn't want to be found, she took off from her glider on the spot gracefully, years of practice having given her the skill to. She glided over the waves, doing tricks and near-missing disasters for shots of adrenaline to her bloodstream.

Weaving through a stone column maze, she turned over so she was upside down, setting the challenges for herself as she avoided imminent death over and over again.

Of course it was never going to last, as she clipped one side on the stone, disbalancing the glider momentarily, but it was enough to send her flying into the water, thankfully just outside of the maze. The water was deep, but it felt safe. Ulmo was obviously protecting her at this moment. But then the safeness left her and she felt herself deprived of oxygen, attempting to get to the surface of the water. But that wasn't going to happen. The world went dark and she felt the waves carry her away, to where she didn't know.

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The first thing she registered was the voices. Then the fact her head was on top of someone's chest, being held by someone. It was Quenya that was being spoken, children's voices in the mix.

It suddenly occurred to her that she wasn't breathing and needed to, desperately. Coughing water from her lungs, she rolled onto her side, barely registering the hands that rolled her back when she stopped.

Opening her eyes, she saw red, black and gold around her, bright eyes of green, blue and grey looking at her.

"Where am I?" She managed to croak out, coughing again to her side.

"Close to Alqualöndë. On the shores of Araman." The red voice with green eyes said.

"I know where Alqualöndë is. Who are you?"

"Findekáno!"

"Findaráto!"

"Tyelkormo!"

"Kanafinwë."

"Nelyafinwë. Findekáno found you on the waves. We thought that you had stopped living, as Míriel did."

Wow. No word for death. "The correct term is 'died', or 'drowned due to lack of Oxygen'. Take your pick, because those are more universal terms in comparison to 'stopped living'."

He frowned, "Can you walk?"

Aphrodite tryed to lift her legs, but to no avail. "No."

What he did next completely surprised her. He promptly picked her up and pressed her against his chest, carrying her to dry sand where he set her down and then walked over to the shoreline, shouting for Irmo.

He then came back over to her, settling himself so that her head rested on his lap.

"I may not have the energy to move, but I can still talk."

He looked down on her. "So talk. Your voice is beautiful."

Oh god. He liked her. Hopefully he would get over her when Fingon grew up.

"You should be treating me for shock, seeing as I have come to a near-death experience. Meaning you need to elevate my feet, not my head."

He looked at her with puzzlement. "What is your name?"

And he ingnored her. If she went into shock, it would be his fault if she died. "Aphrodite. I come from the east, where the sun outshines the stars and the stars are sprinkled across the sky at night, the moon to traverse the skies and die every sunrise over his love for the sun."

"Very poetic. I've heard stories of monsters and fallen cities."

"I told Ñolofinwë those stories. While we wait for Irmo, do you want me to tell you another?"

He nodded, the others coming to join him at that moment, Fingon sitting very close to Maedhros, while Finrod stroked her hair alongside Celegorm, Maglor sitting next to Maedhros by her chest.

"Allow me to tell you of the tale of a hobbit, whose name was Bilbo Baggins..."

That was definitely one for the children.

Irmo never came.

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"...and when he came back to the shire, he found the most peculiar thing. All of his home and belongings were being sold, simply because most of the town folk thought he was dead! And that taught them that no matter your race or size, even the smallest and shyest of creatures can achieve the greatest things!"

By the time Aphrodite had finished the story, her hair was silver, her body fully capable of moving now that she had rested herself.

She attempted to sit up, but found that Celegorm had fallen asleep on her stomach, Finrod absentmindedly stroking her hair still as he lay in the sand, snuggling up to her head.

"I would sit up, but..."

The two ellon immediately sprung into action as they removed Celegorm and Finrod from her, Fingon bouncing around still.

Aphrodite stood up and the two of them just stared at her. "What?"

They pointed to their heads, both gaping at her.

Had her hair gone normal again? Was it finally brunette? "What colour? I can't see it!"

"Silver. Your hair has gone from gold - to silver."

Her expression went down. "That's normal. If it goes dark, then that's my natural hair colour. That's when you people get excited over my hair changing colour."

They looked at each other puzzled, but then shrugged over it.

"Now I must go. I expect I shall see you again, as well as the rest as your brothers and sisters. So long!" And she left them utterly puzzled, off to search for her glider.

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And so it was the next evening that the five told Fingolfin of the story they had received from Aphrodite, Fingolfin laughing over the ending. Then Fingon came rushing into the room, telling of a white eagle, to which they all looked out of the window of their rooms in Alqualöndë, to see a figure holding onto a white curved piece, spinning around and diving in the sky, a glow to match the two trees on her breast lighting up the sky like the stars from her stories.