A Lady's duty - Book One of the Lorien Princess Trilogy (Legolas Love Story/ Lotr)

Authiel is the daughter of Celeborn and Galadriel, princess and heir to the throne of Lorien. In order to prove herself to her people and her parents, she goes to Rivendell in order to attend a secret council. But, when her duty and her destiny become entwined, she finds herself in a company of an elf, two men, a dwarf, a wizard and four hobbits. What will happen when she discovers something about herself - a mystery buried in time and darkness - and what will happen when the dark lord learns of her power in this tale? Will she survive?

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2. Chapter One - My Journey Begins

My feet padded against the soft ground, a clinking sound escaping from under my foot as the heel of my shoe slapped the stone. My heart was pounding viscously in my chest and a whistling breath quickly slid through my teeth.

I closed my eyes and listened to the sound of the Lorien wood, the sounds of people working – and singing high up in the tree tops. How easy their lives are compared to my own; life as the Princess and heir to the realm of Lorien is not easy.

            The doors were right in front of me, doors that lead straight to Celeborn and Galadriel, King and Queen of the wood; my parents. I stopped and stared at the doors, nerves flooding through me. The doors were large and made of solid oak with a naked tree pattern with twisting branches etched into the wood with pure gold.

“Are you alright, miss?” A young voice asked from behind me.

            Turning around, I looked at the young she-elf that stood before me. She had pale blond hair that flowed down her back in elegant, straight waves. Her lips, a light red shade that drastically stood out from her almost pure white skin. Her bright blue eyes were concern as she fiddled with the folds of her dark blue dress.

“How do I look?” I asked as I tucked a curl of my unusual curled, dazzlingly red hair – a most unusual colour and shade for my kin – behind my pointed ear.

“You look as beautiful as ever!”

Grinning at the young girl, I replied, “Thank you Arania!”

            Swiftly, she dipped into a curtsy and then she moved towards the towering doors, going to open them. She held it open for me – and once I had taken a large gulp of air – I stepped into the room.

I strode into the room, my head held high. My eyes onto the two regal figures that were elegantly sat on two wooden thrones. A woman who was as beautiful as the glowing stars in the heavens, with a head full of golden strands that cascade down her back in straight lines; as an elves hair should be. She had a plain, silver circlet upon her head and she wore an elegant, pure white dress that flattered her completely. This woman was Galadriel, the queen of the Galadhrim.

Besides her, an elf was sat with pure white hair that trailed half-way down his back. He had a stern yet loving face and the corners of his mouth were twisted into a slight smile. He wore white tunic that had a slight hint of grey in them, and a pair of grey breeches were on his legs; followed by a pair of tinted grey boots. This was the king of the Lorien wood, Celeborn.

His hands were gently placed on hers and I too began to smile at the sight of their everlasting love. When I stopped, I was before the three large stone steps that led to the platform which held their thrones. Swiftly, I dipped into a curtsy and bowed my head before them.

“Rise my child, there is no need for such formality before us,” Celeborn said in his soft yet powerful voice.

I rose and slightly lifted up the skirts of my dress, and carefully I walked up the stairs.

“You wished to see me,” I stated.

“Yes … there is to be a council at Rivendell, a council of great importants, and a person from each of the great cities must attend,” Galadriel said in her calm, airy voice; her eyes staring so intensely at me that I thought I could actually feel the skin prickling under her gaze, “We need someone to go for us … someone to represent the kingdom. Have you any ideas?”

“I am sure that Haldir!” I replied.

“No, my child. Haldir is ever so important, what with multiple orcs trying to that seem to be travelling closer and closer to our boarders at late and with the many elves that journey here ….. No, Haldir is much too busy at this moment in time for a task such as this!” Celeborn replied.

A frown formed on my lips and my eyebrows furrowed slightly. Looking him in the eye, I replied, “Then who father?”

“Myself, “Galadriel continued, “Nor your father can go. We have so many to care for at this late hour; and the threat from Mordor grows with every dawn ….”

“Then who?” I sighed.

“You!” They replied together.

My eyes widened and a breath snatched in my throat, “Me??!!”

“One day, you will rule over these people, so it is high time that you journey to Rivendell alone and except the fate that is drawing you in. The people will look at you with more respect if you do so,” Galadriel explained.

            A smile grew on my red lips at the sounds of her manipulate string of words; excitement bubbling up inside of me, “I will not let you down!”

“We know you will!” Celeborn said encouragingly.

Galadriel added, “You leave within the hour!”

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