annalaliath looked up from her study of her drink, " My Tale is not like yours." she started ," I grew up in Lorien. My father was a watchman on the borders and my mother was an Elf from Rivendell.
"My mother travled alot between the two places. So when i was born it was on the road between. This was differnt. When the time of my nameing took place my father named me Annalaliath. He named me this because i braught laugheter to those around me. I tended to go with my mother on her trips so i came accostued to the beuties of both places. But my heart was truly in Lorien. There were not many other children there to play with so i spent my time learning. When I went to Rivendell there was, of course, a few children there to share my time with. Those were happy days. The mirrors and pools of Lorien helped me in my growth, and the Libraries and children in Rivendell helped me learn.
On one of these trips Mother and I came back to Lorien only to find my father had gone missing. My mother in her greif left me in the care of the Lady and went to serch for him. None have seen her sence. So this is my fate, I hace decided, to find out what happend to them."
Annalaliath looked up from the wood of the table she had been staring at, " The child is me."
She braught forth her sword once again, " this is Annungalad, I said it was made by an old freind." she smiled, " He was realy my first love, but as things go youthful passion wears away. But we stayed freinds, now he is even wed. I am gla for him." she sighed , " And now shall we speak of lighter things?"
She looked up to Morwen, as she had come over, " And now we will speak on music." Annalaliath braught forth her own small flute and played a delightful melody on the small silver thing. The notes pouring forth like tiny silver raindrops.
[ April 16, 2003: Message edited by: Annalaliath ]
__________________
Bloody Stumps!!!
|