Soft leather shoes glide across a black marble floor, overly polished, mirroring the world around it in a trapped blackness. Wrapped in the shoes lie tiny feet belonging to a tiny elf-girl: you. You are draped in yards of colorful silk, but even with the lengths of slippery cloth, your body is scarcely covered. The silk arranged about you flows as you move and twirl, never getting tangled up. Dancing lightly around the large room in complicated patterns, you close your eyes, dreaming of doing the same steps on a cloud. Your audience stands in a circle around you, and it look as if you are floating.
The circle of watchers murmur in awe as you end your dance and curtsey deeply, first to the throne, and then to them. The audience did not take their attention off of you during your dance, and now they feel as if they are waking from a trance. The magic-filled silence is shattered by boisterous applause from the seat of power.
"Lovely, my little flower. Now off to your room." An overweight man occupies the throne, holding a golden goblet filled with red wine in one hand, the other hand resting lightly on the back of a she-elf sitting on his lap, your mother. He tips his head back and finished his wine, waving you away. The cup is immediately refilled by your mother.
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You leave the grand hall, filled with the many lords and ladies of the court, and the red-faced king, draped in all his fineries, the finest of all being your mother, Anarae. Slipping down a narrow hallway, you arrive at your small bedroom. The bedroom is decorated in deep red fabrics and pretty gold trinkets, generously provided by the king to please your mother, with whom you share the space. You and your mother are slaves, but you are treated to a separate room from the other slaves because of both your talents and looks. You are the kings favorite choice of entertainment for crowds, and your mother, his choice entertainment for himself.
Once you are safe in your room, away from the crowds of people, you collapse on the bed. You drifted to sleep in the nest of silk.
[So, what do you think of it so far??] "Hello, Kira." She says, her soft voice more gentle than usual. "Mama, what are you doing?" You ask. Your mother doesn't answer but she mutters a spell under her breath: "Quella tuulo elea." Instantly, a blue liquid appears in the bottle. "Tomorrow night, maybe the night after, you will be able to use this. It is an invisibility potion." Anarae explains when she sees that your eyes remain wide and obstinately open. Your mother doesn't pause or look up from her work. "You should sleep now. Youll need the strength." Anarae doesn't explain to you any further, and you know better than to ask her. If she wanted you to know why she is creating the potion, or why you would need the extra strength, she would have told you. "Hide the potion in your silken scarves before going to give your performance. When you are finished with your dancing, and have lulled the crowd into a sleep, slip out the back door and drink the potion. Trust in the potion for invisibility, but remember that people have ears as well as eyes. Behind the stables you will find an elf waiting for you, he will take you to safety." Your mother had stayed up the whole night finishing the invisibility potion. Anarae leaves you in the room and walks to the king and her last night. She prays to the Valar to keep you safe, and to forgive her for what she is about to do.
It's very good! [:) *Gives quiztaker a cookie*]
You suck. [ :( *Gives quiztaker a brussel sprout*]
Your eyelids flutter open at the sound of gentle footsteps coming down the hall [Youre an elf so you can hear things like that. :)]. The door opens slowly, and your mother walks in. She looks to her left and to her right, like she is making sure nobody is looking. Then she pulls a bottle from underneath the bed. Your mother senses that you are awake and smiles in your direction.
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The next night, as Anarae is preparing for another feast with the king, she instructs you.
"But Mama, where will you be?" You ask worriedly.
Your mothers eyes fill with tears as she took in her daughter. You stand before her, looking so very brave in your three foot nine frame. Your long hair flows down your back, shining with a white sheen, and it looks more precious than the scarves. Anarae's own hair is like yours, along with the bright green eyes that seem to glow in the dim light even amongst her tears.
"Mama?" You run up to your mother and fling your arms around her waist. "I don't want to go anywhere without you."
"Hush. I'll meet with you later, I promise." Her heart grows sore as she adds the silent words to herself: "In the afterlife."
[Okay. Now what do you think of it????] When you finally open your eyes at the end of the dance, the people around you stare silently off into space, their faces slack. You arent sure how long the spell will last. You fly out the door and give one final look back at your mother. She is sitting on the kings lap, as usual, refilling his goblet. The king is unaware of the hypnosis of the lords and ladies around him, as he is in his own hypnosis of alcohol. You watch as your mother slips something into the kings goblet then hurries you out the door with a quick flick of her wrist behind the king's back. You tread silently through the courtyard and behind the stables. Horses burr softly as they sense your presence but are quieted by your low murmurings. The outline of an elf was barely visible in the shadows of a corner, a deeper shade of black in the night. You reach out and tap the elf on his arm. He jumps at your touch and stifles the urge to yell and waves you closer. He grabs you when he thinks you are within reach and quickly tugs you to the front of the stables where a horse is waiting. He feels around for your body that he knows is there and hoists you onto the horse, and then he jumps on it in front of you. "Hold on, now." Whispers the elf, and you obey. You trot past unsuspecting guards, out the castle gates, and into the thick night. "Poor thing." He thinks to himself as he brings you in the house. He lays you gently on your new bed. He turns to the fireplace and lights it, then goes back outside to take care of the horse. Finrod lifts a parcel off its back and ties the sweet beast to a nearby tree.
It keeps getting better and better! [ :D *Gives quiztaker a chocolate cake*]
It keeps getting suckier. [ >:P *Gives quiztaker a bowl of spinach*]
You do exactly as your mother tells you, and when you are called to perform in front of the king and company again, you begin the dance of sleep your mother had taught you. As you start to glide and twirl, you close your eyes in concentration, and think hard of a soft bed and sheets of silk. You spread your thoughts as you dance and project them to the audience, keeping the king out of your web.
Before you are completely through the door, you drink the magical potion, hoping it will grant you complete invisibility as you tiptoe past the guards.
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You come to a small house in a dark forest [Mirkwood, but you dont know that right now!] after eight long hours of hard riding. When the horse stops, the mysterious man turns back to you even though he can barely see you. Your invisibility is beginning to wear off and you now sit obscured within a cloud of mist.
He extends his hand to you. "Hello, Kira. I'm Finrod." You just stare at him with your large, green, up-tilted eyes.
"Right." He mumbles. "Anyway, this is where we are staying."
Finrod hops of the horse then lifts you off and carries you inside. You were already beginning to fall asleep.
In the house once again, Finrod searches through the parcel he had been provided with. It is filled with plain clothes about your size along with other essentials. At the very bottom of the bag is a small pouch of coins and an envelope. Finrod sets aside the gold and looks at the envelope. It is addressed to him. He opens the envelope and finds that it contains a letter and another envelope addressed to you. He reads the letter that he assumes is his and leaves your letter alone.
Finrod,
Thank you for taking Kira for me. She is 800 years old now. I hope this number has some significance for you. Give Kira her letter 2000 years from now, the day before harvest, on her birthday. Keep her safe.
I still love you, and always will,
Anarae
[Well, what did you think of it and will you rate/message me??]
I loved it! I will rate and message you!! [ :D *Gives quiztaker ice cream*]
I hated it! Why does every one ask that?! 'Will you message me?' Yeah, right! [ >:) *Sharpens sword*]
You're really nice. Here, have some more cookies and cake and ice cream!! By the way, this is a picture of what you look like in this quiz. You're young right now. =]
You're so mean! I hope your parents give you VEGETABLES for dinner!
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