was born many years ago in Rivendell. My ancestry reaches back to Fingolfin through Turgon. I've lost count of the years as they tell of my life. They have been many and I'll not record them all here. Happy were the years of my childhood. Carefree, I ran and played in the fluttering browns, reds, yellows, oranges, and rusts of the Rivendell autumn. I explored the hills and found friends in the beasts that inhabited the forest. As I grew older my youth blossomed with the spring rains and budding of bouquets that were aromatic and pleasing to the senses. I was friend to flora and fauna. I enjoyed touching the soft petals of the flowers and walking across the moss that grew rich in the forest near my home. Nature was a rare gift that must be protected and used to achieve all levels of happiness and wellness in life.
eing the only daughter in a family with three brothers proved quite interesting. From my mother I learned grace and charm. We sat by the firelight many times and I listened as she told me tales of our kin, of Eru, the Valar and our destiny. We sang songs and played instruments to celebrate our happy home. She taught me that keeping busy in life; living and loving with gusto was what made the days joyous and kept being immortal exciting and challenging. She encouraged me to try new things so I wouldn't become bored and supported my ambitious experiments with herbs and various artifacts I came across over the years. She never really shared my interest in the insect world with all its possibilities and necessity in nature, but she allowed me the freedom to explore and learn.
y father was a scholar in Rivendell and very wise. He was also quite the sportsman. He was very patient with me and he taught me to ride and shoot. When I was a youth he gave me a beautiful black pony named Elendae, which means, "star shadow." We became fast friends and had many adventures as Elendae grew up into a beautiful, intelligent and well-trained horse. When I came of age he gave me a very special bow made of the finest wood. It had elegant engravings and was quick and sure. He told me the bow's name was Maegsul. It's meaning is "piercing wind." It had belonged to my mother's father who was killed many years ago defending our borders. He received it as a family heirloom and its age is unknown. I have always treasured it and carry it everywhere. My brothers were also masters with the bow and we used to have competitions. Over the years I became a master bowman like they and reveled in shooting two arrows at once into the bulls eye. We spent many afternoons riding our horses and practicing with other elves and the occasional wandering rangers that were our friends.
ne spring day a special Ranger came to our home. He was a friend of my oldest brother and was invited to stay with us while he was on business with our people. He was from Gondor. A place I'd often heard of, but had never visited in my travels. He was tall and very solidly built. His black hair shone like coal and I could see the blue of the sky in his eyes. I found it odd that this man of Gondor could make such an impression on me. There was something magical the first time our eyes met. He made me feel different than I ever had before. He was not the first to compliment my brown eyes with flecks of green and my long brown hair, but it felt like he was the first. My life changed that day. The butterflies that I used to see flying around our garden were now in my stomach at the very thought of him. I was falling in love.
ver the years our love grew. He taught me to use a sword and I taught him the subtleties of a dagger. We rode together like the wind and breathed in the freshness and vitality of life. We tasted the sweetness of love but it was forbidden fruit. He was a man and mortal. It would mean choosing, as in the tales of old, and giving up my immortality. It proved too difficult a decision; one that I could not hastily make. Of course, my "haste" did not match with his. His time moved faster than mine and he had to go back to Minas Tirith, to his people and his responsibilities. I promised I'd follow some day when I had made my decision….one way or another.
ecently, after spending time at the seashore, reflecting and measuring my life I came to a decision. I shared my thoughts, dreams and wishes with my family and they embraced me with their love and support. They also embraced me with their grief and mine. If I could indeed find my love again I would agree to become mortal and live out the rest of my days with him. Leaving my past behind I departed from Rivendell and my family; quickly stealing a glance over my shoulder at the only home I had ever known, and I headed to Gondor to meet my future.
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was born many years ago in Rivendell. My ancestry reaches back to Fingolfin through Turgon. I've lost count of the years as they tell of my life. They have been many and I'll not record them all here. Happy were the years of my childhood. Carefree, I ran and played in the fluttering browns, reds, yellows, oranges, and rusts of the Rivendell autumn. I explored the hills and found friends in the beasts that inhabited the forest. As I grew older my youth blossomed with the spring rains and budding of bouquets that were aromatic and pleasing to the senses. I was friend to flora and fauna. I enjoyed touching the soft petals of the flowers and walking across the moss that grew rich in the forest near my home. Nature was a rare gift that must be protected and used to achieve all levels of happiness and wellness in life.
eing the only daughter in a family with three brothers proved quite interesting. From my mother I learned grace and charm. We sat by the firelight many times and I listened as she told me tales of our kin, of Eru, the Valar and our destiny. We sang songs and played instruments to celebrate our happy home. She taught me that keeping busy in life; living and loving with gusto was what made the days joyous and kept being immortal exciting and challenging. She encouraged me to try new things so I wouldn't become bored and supported my ambitious experiments with herbs and various artifacts I came across over the years. She never really shared my interest in the insect world with all its possibilities and necessity in nature, but she allowed me the freedom to explore and learn.
y father was a scholar in Rivendell and very wise. He was also quite the sportsman. He was very patient with me and he taught me to ride and shoot. When I was a youth he gave me a beautiful black pony named Elendae, which means, "star shadow." We became fast friends and had many adventures as Elendae grew up into a beautiful, intelligent and well-trained horse. When I came of age he gave me a very special bow made of the finest wood. It had elegant engravings and was quick and sure. He told me the bow's name was Maegsul. It's meaning is "piercing wind." It had belonged to my mother's father who was killed many years ago defending our borders. He received it as a family heirloom and its age is unknown. I have always treasured it and carry it everywhere. My brothers were also masters with the bow and we used to have competitions. Over the years I became a master bowman like they and reveled in shooting two arrows at once into the bulls eye. We spent many afternoons riding our horses and practicing with other elves and the occasional wandering rangers that were our friends. 
ne spring day a special Ranger came to our home. He was a friend of my oldest brother and was invited to stay with us while he was on business with our people. He was from Gondor. A place I'd often heard of, but had never visited in my travels. He was tall and very solidly built. His black hair shone like coal and I could see the blue of the sky in his eyes. I found it odd that this man of Gondor could make such an impression on me. There was something magical the first time our eyes met. He made me feel different than I ever had before. He was not the first to compliment my brown eyes with flecks of green and my long brown hair, but it felt like he was the first. My life changed that day. The butterflies that I used to see flying around our garden were now in my stomach at the very thought of him. I was falling in love. 
ecently, after spending time at the seashore, reflecting and measuring my life I came to a decision. I shared my thoughts, dreams and wishes with my family and they embraced me with their love and support. They also embraced me with their grief and mine. If I could indeed find my love again I would agree to become mortal and live out the rest of my days with him. Leaving my past behind I departed from Rivendell and my family; quickly stealing a glance over my shoulder at the only home I had ever known, and I headed to Gondor to meet my future.
