Longing

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There he stood, so magnificent, so angelic, so graceful.

Valar, how she hated him.

She resented how perfectly his golden hair cascaded down his slender yet muscular back and shoulders, how his deep blue eyes peered through her golden-brown eyes, into her soul; Out of spite? She did not know.

She remembered the first time she saw his stupid perfect face.

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Lothiriel of Imladris was the adopted daughter of the Lord Elrond. Her father was killed in The Great Battle of the Last Alliance blocking a blow from a troll from connecting with Elrond from behind. Her mother, so burdened with grief, sailed across the Great Sea to Valinor. Elrond then took her in as his own.

After her father's death, Lothiriel took it upon herself to protect the people she loved so she trained with her adopted brothers Elladan and Elrohir, learning the art of combat with weapons such as a sword and duel daggers, but she became exceptional and unmatched with a bow. As soon as she was able to through down her brothers she - much to Lord Elrond's dismay, joined the guard of Imladris and after a few short years proving herself in battle numerous times she became a Captain of the guard of Rivendell.

Lothiriel awoke to the feeling of a warm sun on her face and the chirping of birds in her ears. She got out of her bed and glided over to her balcony taking in all the wonderful scents of Rivendell.

Throwing on a blue tunic and a pair of brown leggings, she quickly braiding her hair back at the sides and exited her room and made her way through the light, open corridors of the last homely house and made her way down to the gardens.

She walked through the green grass barefoot taking in the beautiful sensation of the summer breeze upon her fair face and the scents of the flowers and trees surrounding her.

"When are you going to stop watching me from that tree and join me for a walk on this fine day?"

Gracefully sliding down the tree perfectly without making so much a sound landed an ellon falling into pace with her.

"Ai, curse your excellent senses my lady." The ellon faked a disappointed look then smiled that cheeky smile of his she knew so well.

"Erestor need I remind you that I am now a Captain of the guard, my senses aren't weak as they were when we were but little elflings and you could sneak up on me without barely even trying." Lothiriel gave him a shove, landing him on his back on the ground "No but I bet I can still beat you in a fight!" Pouncing from the ground and tackling Lothiriel onto her back, he sat on top of her straddling her between his legs. "You shouldn't have done that Erestor," Lothiriel gave a wide grin with a glint in her eye. With a flash she was then on top of Erestor pinning his arms in the ground so he couldn't move, "Do you yield?" Both of them in fits of giggles. "Yes, yes I yield oh mighty Captain Lothiriel of Imladris" he mocked.

Someone suddenly cleared their voice behind them.

"Lothiriel, Adar [father] would like to see you."

Getting up she held out a hand to help Erestor up, taking it he said " It was good to see you mellon nin [my friend]," with a nod she said " and the same to you, I shall see you soon perhaps."

With that she turned around to face her adopted sister and long time dear friend, Arwen. " Did Ada say what he wanted?"

"No I am afraid but he looked concerned so I would not delay if I were you."

"Thank you for informing me,"

Lothiriel hurried off in the direction of the Lord Elrond's study.