The Gondolindrim Kin

Prologue

A figure stood in a grassy meadowland, a dim light shining on top of her head. The figure wore plum colored robes that blew slightly in the wind. Her pointy ears peered out of her never-ending hair that fell down her back. The elf's complexion was exemplary: her skin was flawless and her eyes looked like a pair of crisp brown leaves that had fallen in the autumn air.
Her name was Gelwen; meaning joy in her native language: Sindarin.
Now the elf was in the plains of Tumladen, never to return to Gondolin where she was from.
She sorrowfully turned her head toward the burning city behind her. This tragic event would later be titled as the Fall of Gondolin.
She had attempted to escape along with as many people as Tuor, a man, and Idril, the King's daughter, could gather, through a tunnel built under the city as the battle in Gondolin raged, but the tunnel had been destroyed. So they had to travel through the plains of Tumladen without the advantage of secret.

A hand lightly touched Gelwen's shoulder, gesturing for her to turn around. The young elf turned from the fiery ruins and caught her sister's eyes. Her sister, Mistnith; meaning wandering, lowered her youthful hand and smiled sympathetically towards her sister. She also wore purple robes that coincidently came from the same closet.
She was five years younger than Gelwen and just as spritely. She had prepossessing eyes with envy green irises and blue circles surrounding them. Her hood rested on her back, exposing her dark brown hair she and her sister both inherited from their late parents. Most elves' hair had free reign, but Mistnith liked her hair in a braid which she presented consistently.
The two sisters, along with two hundred and forty three others, were lost in the plains of Tumladen that surrounded the city. They were the only survivors from Gondolin that would carry on its legacy.