Elven Princess Under the Mountain

BONUS Chapter

Hey guys! I'm back again with good news! I will be continuing into LotR! This is the first chapter of my new book Elven Princess Under the Mountain; Long Lost. Go check it out. Updates will take a while because of school but I hope you enjoy all the same!

The Elves of Rivendell were merry and joyus, singing and laughing to others they passed. Sunlight shone through foliage overhead enhancing the realms unearthly beauty. Melodious singing floated through the air, lazy smiles of bliss and contentment appeared on the faces of all those lucky enough to hear it, elves, humans and even a few dwarves alike. Small children ran through the streets laughing and giggling, throwing beautiful flowers in the air. Women gossiped and smiled, mothers suckled their children. Young men sang, danced and jousted for the attention of fair maidens, older veterans traded stories of long forgotten wars and enemies while sipping and mugs of fine ale.

Jackie Dornessiti gazed over the elves of Rivendell, her long thick silver hair tied up into a ponytail at the back of her head. She suddenly felt out of place in her worn, well loved soft green tunic and brown elven leather breeches that had definitely seen better days. She frowned at the singing, and laughter. Do they not know the ruin of the world around them? Have they not heard stories of the black riders roaming so close to their peaceful lands? Or maybe, she began arguing with herself, you are jealous of their peace and happiness and joy. Or to used to the quiet of the Fangorn forest after all these years. Either way she sighed and began to wander the beautiful land, so different from the reality she was used to that it almost didn't seem real.

Weaving her way through the streets she passed vendors peddling their merchandise, young ladies grouping together for dress fittings and a small but well cared for stable with beautiful horses resting within. She dogged an onslaught of children as they raced through the streets, the adults and older children stepping out of their way reluctant to be trampled or dampen the mood of such happy children. A little elleth with brown doe eyes came up shyly to her, giving her a white lily before running off to join her laughing friends.

Jackie smiled, tucking the flower behind her ear, she continued her walk, slowly heading toward the main pavilions.

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She stopped before the broken sword of Isildur, gazing at it, admiring the still sharp edges of the fractured weapon, the light glinting of the deadly sides of the beautiful weapon. "It's beautiful is it not?" A voice from behind her asked, echoing her thoughts. She whirled, drawing her daggers at the same time. The male before her chuckled.

"You will find you have no need for such weapons here my Lady. My name is Aragorn, may I be so bold as yours?" The man asked

She looked him over. He wore the worn clothes of a traveler but had the build of a warrior. A sword lay sheathed at his side though she could see the outline of daggers hidden beneath the fold of his cloak. A ranger. His eyes were twinkling, shoulder length brown hair hanging loosely around his face, the beginning of whiskers that coated his chin went fine with his face. She had to admit he was handsome, for a mortal. "Jackie Dornessiti of Fangorn forest.

The Aragorn's eyebrows rows. "Fangorn, that is many leagues from here my lady."

"Yes" She replied curtly.

"And yet you speak with a Mirkwood accent." He said following her as she began to walk down the open hall.

"I ... spent some time there."

"And finally, I pray you do not find me rude," He began, completely undeterred by her obvious reluctance to begin a conversation, "Jackie Dornessiti does not sound like any elvish name I have heard."