The King's Daughter

Chatper 1

Middle Earth. A land that once was ruled by the forces of evil, and by an evil king named Saruan, whose body was defeated, but his spirit remained in the form of a giant eye, lidless, and engulfed by a fiery flame. His spirit was bound to one ring that was crafted in the fires of Mount Doom in Mordor, and as long as the ring was kept from the mountain, Saruan’s spirit prevailed.

However, one day, one very courageous young hobbit name Frodo Baggins, traveled very far from his home called The Shire, with him the ring, in hopes of destroying the ring. Frodo, along with his gardener Samwise Gamgee, finally made it to Mount Doom, and threw the ring in to the fiery pit. Mount Doom crumbled to the ground, as did The Eye.

Aragorn, son of Agrathon, was crowned king many days after, and took Arwen, Elven princess as his queen. And a year later, they were blessed with a child. Arwen was destined to have a son, but instead, she gave birth to a daughter . . . The king and queen named their daughter Denali, for that was the elves’ word for ‘dawn’.     

As the years passed by, Arwen and Aragorn realised that just like her mother, Denali had powers of her own. She could control the four elements: Earth, Fire, Water, and Air. She was, what Arwen called her, an elemental.

Denali, now thirteen, had to face the most horrible thing in life. The queen was struck with a terrible sickness, and soon died. Denali and Argorn were devastated, as was the kingdom, mourning the loss of their beautiful queen…

Almost five years later, even though the kingdom had lost their queen, the kingdom was preparing for the biggest event in history, Denali’s 18th birthday. Aragorn had sent word to distant friends and family, some of these friends were his Elven friend Legolas, and dwarven friend Gimli.

First to arrive to the city was Legolas. He had come by himself, riding on horseback up the white stone that led to the castle.

“Hold boy,” He pulled back on the reins, stopping the horse. The horse snorted in disapproval. Legolas reach down and patted the horse’s neck.

“Legolas! It’s about time you got here!” A familiar voice called.

Legolas smiled as he got off the horse and walked over to Aragorn’s open arms. They gave each other a huge hug, and when Legolas stepped away, he looked at Aragon for the first time in a long time.

His face was filled with age, the wrinkles, the salt-pepper beard, and his hair was lined with grey. His eyes were heavy with fatigue, but his smile was as bright as ever.

“Old age has goten to me, my friend. Don’t ever get old.” Aragorn said softly as he placed a hand on Legolas’ shoulder and led him inside.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Legolas said as he returned the gesture.

Aragorn laughed-a heartful laugh. The kind that came from-your-belly laugh. He took a few deep breaths to calm down.

“Things have very different around here since the fellowship has broken.” Aragorn said slowly.

Legolas nodded and looked around. They were inside now, the great throne room was decorated with pale pink lace draped over the balconies, rose petals scattered the floor, and the pilars were lined with green vines. Legolas looked closer and saw that there were flower buds on the vines.

“Roses. They’re Denali’s favourite flower. After her ceremony she’s going to make them bloom for the people. As a gift to them, for helping with her birthday.” Aragorn explained.

Legolas opened his mouth to respond, only to recive a rose petal enter his mouth. He coughed and spat the petal out. Legolas watched as the petal floated down, but never touched the ground. Instead, the petal flew back up, floating in the air, just at eye level. From behind the pilar, he heard a giggle.