Post by Edlothia on Mar 6, 2015 13:15:53 GMT
Okay first off I want to apologize for any irrelevance in here ^ ^ This is kind of a fanfiction, though it's more of a relaxing one for me when I have cumbersome projects and it helps me plan out my chars more... XD
So, this is a tiny writing project that I've begun last year, and I haven't finished it... yet. It's kind of spoilery I guess...? Cos it contains how Ed and Loth both ended up many years later, and it also has something to do with Idhrenion and Meril [*facepalm...*] though it is a rather small thing. Some of it doesn't really make sense (cos as I said it helps me relax... OwO), but I guess I can live with it XD
The reason I'm putting it on here is that the file holder that I uses is recently cleaning out stuff and tells us to back up our files. And I see this doc lying around and then I thought that I might put it here for anyone wishing to read it to do so, and to keep a record of what might happen... next. Actually now I think of it lots of things don't make sense, names and places and all... But again live with it, this isn't me at the best of my abilities XD Ooh and btw, the story is told in Lyra's perspective as a minstrel writing a story XD
So... here it comes >w<
I think that we ought to begin by introducing Lothriel and Edlothia, who are widely known in the Woodland Realm as the Contrary Sisters. They are known for the great deeds they have contributed to their homeland, Edlothia by fighting and Lothriel by healing. At the beginning of the Fourth Age, Lothriel had grown weary and wanted no more to linger in this world, so she sailed away with a group of her kin, being one of the young elves who left Middle-earth early. Though reluctantly and not willing to farewell with her dear sister, Edlothia was determined to stay in Greenwood and dedicate even more of herself to the country. But once a while in history, people reverse the traditions, and troubadours do that too. I would not begin this story by writing what peculiar wounds had Lothriel healed or how many battles had Edlothia fought -- no. I would start by introducing their parents, also two marvelous elves who kept a low profile.
Their father, Galadhir son of Erynion, was a well-known craftsman. He was known far and wide even out of the Mirkwood (as we called it in the third age) for his fascinating skills and the special techniques he used on dealing with raw materials. As a boy he had shown great interest in crafting, as it was then already the mainstream business of his family. The skills passed down from fathers to sons and mothers to daughters. Galadhir was gifted in it and his father Erynion was very pleased. After a few lessons, those skinny little hands of him were soon able to hold those crafting knives and rollers that were especially made for his size. Galadhir's interest and curiosity in crafting surpassed any of his peers -- he was so hungry for knowledge, that he crept up in the middle of nights to the crafting chambers and tried to learn things by himself!
Caladthel, daughter of Istyarion and Mairëalótë. Well, we would go even deeper into her family tree on this noteworthy elven maiden. Istyarion and Mairëalótë, her parents, are both great scholars of the elven race known far and wide. Their love story, was quite a legend told among the Silvan elves.
Mairëalótë was born and raised in Lórien, and for the first two thousand years of her life she stayed unmarried. During this period of time she had gained reputation for her extraordinary intelligence, as it was indeed rare for a Silvan elf maiden to become so smart. Mairëalótë was diligent on her studies, but she also cared for other things far beyond. She had a remarkable ability of remembering everything she ever encountered. Every single word she read, every person she met, even the tiniest detail in her daily deeds. Her kin treated her as a miracle, calling her Eruanna, Gift of God. Mairëalótë soon developed a strange desire of traveling around the world and draw a map on her own. As soon as she was ready, she set out from the hidden realm at once. But unfortunately, she failed on this task as she had been wounded and hurt by the foul creatures that once lurked on this land. She struggled her way towards Rivendell, where she knew that she would be properly healed and fainted upon its threshold.
Things went incredibly well at the Valley of Imladris. As she wished, Mairëalótë was properly healed and greeted warmly. She soon become acquainted with a bunch of other elves in Rivendell and showed them her unfinished map with no less amount of regret. People were surprised to learn that she was still unmarried. A note for those of you who are not an elf -- elves marry early and also build their families quite early, so it was highly unusual that Mairëalótë, such a talented female was still on her own. Mairëalótë did not see it coming, but her friends -- did something mischievous to her, and for that she remained grateful for the rest of her life.
Rivendell elves are known for their mischievousness. Fairly soon after learning that Mairëalótë was unmarried, every single one of them turned into professional matchmakers. For their first task they looked among themselves and decided that they were to young for the experienced, mature maiden Mairëalótë. After sometimes, they split into two groups.
One group, properly named 'The Bride's Counsellor' by themselves, consists of mainly female elves despite that there were also some elven males whose hair were exceptionally long. This group's aim was to teach Mairëalótë about everything she lacked. Of course she was good at talking and manners, but she was missing something that the elves called 'feminine temperament'. So they dissolved into weeks of training her about poises and gracefulness, in which Mairëalótë herself found quite funny and interesting to do. So she followed their every order. Despite their playfulness, those elves were actually quite good at those things that they were teaching Mairëalótë. So calling them professionals were certainly not a bad idea. Mairëalótë reflected upon herself, and she actually realized with surprise that she had grown more likable during these trainings. But this was just a corner of an iceberg in this large scheme of mischiefing.
Another group was not activating anywhere near Mairëalótë, and as they called themselves "Seekers for Ellons", their main aim was to search for elven males who were of Mairëalótë's age, and has a personality that might interest her. But of course, they weren't worried about their interest in Mairëalótë because according to them -- "I tell you, anyone would fall in love with her." The group was mainly of naughty elven males who were just young adults, and a few playful elleths were also involved. The search progressed smoothly and was a great pleasure and a time-killer for them. They enjoyed themselves as they shoot questions to those innocent elves, winking and smirking mischievously. There were some examples such as: "Why are you still single at such a late age?" "Describe your first childhood crush." "Are you clever?" Shortly afterwards, they picked out one very special elf who met all of their criteria and was of course, splendid and caring. The group soon decided that he was good enough for Mairëalótë, and you ask me of his name? Well, I have mentioned it somewhere. But let us not bother going back to my texts: His name was, of course, Istyarion of Rivendell.
The elves cleverly arranged their first meeting, or should I say a date, at the beautiful autumn time. It was generally considered the most fascinating season of Rivendell. They picked a good date when there was a new moon, and pleaded earnestly with Lord Elrond for a booking of the veranda where the two could get a full view of the whole valley. They explained the escapade thoroughly and Elrond was very interested. And of course, it was a great success. The things were well-planned: The two would have the veranda to themselves for a whole day, the climate would be good on that night, and it would be a romantic and hopefully successful match. One of those elven pranksters, was a skilled chef. She decided that this meeting lacked some element of deliciousness and decided to make a bunch of elvish food for the two on the day. So, a detailed blueprint was set, and without knowing who would they be meeting -- or calling it a blind date -- Mairëalótë and Istyarion was going to meet each other.
Thus moon waxed and waned, time slipped away like melted silver, and it was time. Mairëalótë considered this an essential event, and actually made herself made really formal for the afternoon. Never had anyone cared for Istyarion's preparations, as they were all busy setting up and helping that chef elleth cooking, except two ellons was checking Istyarion at the last minute, making sure that he was presentable enough to meet with Mairëalótë. And the sunlight of midday swirled into the veranda, where Istyarion was already waiting anxiously for the fair maiden.
The crispy maple leaves in the garden down below drooled on the tips of twigs, a bright crimson dancing in the breeze. Those fairies of brilliant scarlet colour gleamed as they absorbed the sunshine shooting down from the azure. The sky was higher than usual, spreading out far and wide, clouds scattering all over it. The temperature was comforting, with a refreshing breeze flowing over your head, and some tiny dusts or leaves whirled up by the wind would occasionally come and tickle you for a bit. As I have stated above, this was the lovely situation where they met each other. It is almost impossible to conduct a mood that is not delightful in this kind of environment.
Logically, Mairëalótë should not be nervous in this scenario. This had been arranged by her lovely friends especially for her, and she was already an experienced elven maiden who had crossed many people's paths. But out of no reason, possibly of the irritating autumn winds, Mairëalótë was a bit... well, timid at the moment. She peeked out from the shadows of a large, white pillar made of marble to the distant veranda, and though by the luck of the fair sight of the elven race, Mairëalótë failed to see Istyarion well. She took a deep breath and settled her thoughts, then walked normally in the manner that she usually wanders with towards the area. The swift footsteps alarmed Istyarion, who immediately leaned forward from his seat, eager to get a tiny glimpse of Mairëalótë.
The fair maiden tiptoed for one more step to formally go into the area. Her stunning beauty made everyone around breathless. Mairëalótë's hazel hair was lush, long and silky, lengthening just below her waist and highlighted with a flower headring made of lilies. Her face was delicate, her large, grey eyes fluttered with no small amount of nervousness. Though without a single hint of make up on her face, Mairëalótë's cheeks were of healthy pink so vivid as if it was the effect of an exceptional rouge. She was in a long, robe that has the sky's azure. No one knows what Mairëalótë was truly feeling, but she sat down naturally, conducted a relaxed smile on her face and greeted Istyarion politely.
The 'date' went on smoothly. And after sometimes, the match was proven to be a great success as the two soon decided to marry each other. The elves who organized this whole 'ordeal' was in euphoria. Not only they have snapped a good match for their own pleasure, now they also had many 'clients' seeing their talents, begging them to pair elves up. Istyarion claimed that Mairëalótë was the most spectacular person that he ever had the good fortune to meet, and after their marriage, he gave Mairëalótë the name Elvëaníssë, starlike lady. Then for the rest of their lives they lived happily together and produced two offsprings: Caladthel, whom they loved and treasured so much, and another son.
Most of the world did not know that Mairëalótë and Istyarion had another son. He was sent away as an infant to a distant relative of Mairëalótë's in Lorien who were barren, and from that time onwards no one spoke of him again. Mairëalótë and Istyarion thought that one daughter was enough for them, so as soon as the son were born, they named him and sent him away. This was highly unusual, but as a special pair, they were destinied to do special things.
Their son however, grew up in Lorien and become very ingenious. He inherited the brain of Mairëalótë and Istyarion, and was also a scholastic person. However, if I reveal his name to you, then you will be very much surprised at this point: Mairëalótë and Istyarion's son was the famous Idhrenion, husband to Thranduil, Elvenking of Mirkwood's second daughter Merilien the Scholar. You may be astonished at the quality of their descendants, but as they say, combine the great souls together, and you shall get a greater one.
Now moving to Caladthel. The girl was born during their stay at Mirkwood, in Mairëalótë and Istyarion's tour around the elven realms. She was born a precious gift, her laugh as a infant moved everyone's heart. Mairëalótë was grateful to see that the girl had inherited her pale, grey eyes. At birth Caladthel was given the name Annettë, gift-daughter, as her parent loved her more than anything. She was a little present, an angel fell from the sky to the mortal world to bring joy and laughter.
Caladthel was soon discovered to inherit the intelligence from her parents, as she had proven to be wise as a little girl. However she was a bit too free-spirited to become a scholar like her mother and father, but rather wishes to wonder at the powers of the Woods and live an undisturbed, peaceful life. She chose her very own name at age two, calling herself Light-Sister.
Since her very first thread of vague knowledge of this world, Caladthel had considered herself very close to the nature element 'Light'. When she woke up at every new morning, she would run hastily from her residence towards outdoors to embrace the misty morning, wearing her little sleeping dress. She would scurry to a massive open look-out point which formed a cliff, to immerse herself in the newly-risen sun's glory. She would trip, she would fall, but our young, Caladthel did not lack any perseverance that was needed for her joy. When she finally got to the point, she would stand just a few steps back from the extreme point of the cliff, and there, she was able to have a view of the whole Mirkwood, and some slopes on the regions of Rhovanion as well. But most importantly, the cliff was facing straight towards the sun.
Caladthel would unfurl her chubby little arms and open her eyes widely. The little elleth would stare straight towards the sunlight, let her body absorb this positive energy, and wonder at the infinite beauty of the sun. Elves have a body that is far more remarkable than ours: their eyes don't hurt at all when stared straight into sun-rays. Every morning an eager, exuberant girl would go there, and soak herself into the brilliant color of the sun glow. And thus, Caladthel grew closer and closer to 'light'.
Our little Gift-daughter Annettë chose her own name when she was two years old. She told her momma one night, before she went to bed, that she wanted to be called 'Light-Sister', Caladthel.
"Why do you want to be called like that, Annettë?" Mairëalótë asked in a soft voice as a smile dissolved into her face. She was glad that her daughter started to develop a conscious personality, and its hallmark was giving herself a name.
"Because, Emmel (elvish for mother) , I am sister of light, and I am supposed to be like that!" Caladthel answered in an exhilarating, childish tone. Her pure eyes glowing with excitement as her mother approved and called her by the name of Caladthel for the very first time.
And thus, the little gift became the sister of light, her spirit untroubled and her thoughts uncontaminated. The cheerful girl had gained many friends. Though there weren't any children her age at the moment, as elves had a slow birth rate, she was befriended with several elvish teenagers and girls who were a little bit older than her. And that's where she developed the key part of her personality. Caladthel was said to be so compassionate and caring, that would not even play with others if she cannot tidy their clothes look after their scars. Of course, because of her loving personality and the caring attitude towards others, she had many truthful company around her. Though not a great healer with gifted talent, Caladthel had the patience and the will to learn and practice to become a carer at least. Many people praised her, even elves who were older than her sometimes would express their admiration towards the elleth.
When Caladthel was three years old, the family decided to move back to Rivendell. The cause was that Istyarion's best friend had planned to voyage into the blessed lands in the far west, and was going to set to sail in the next month. Istyarion wished to say farewell to him, and also to present his friend his little treasure. Another cause that as they have lived in the Woodland Realm for quite a few years now, the couple had found themselves quite discombobulated at Greenwood. There were a major quantity of important belongings that Mairëalótë and Istyarion did not bring to the Woods, and they were also not very used to the lifestyle here. However, the young Caladthel was determined to stay. For one entire week the girl would not say anything but "I like it here." Mairëalótë tried to convince her, but she was as adamant as a rock. The stubborn girl eventually let her father down, resulting in him riding to Rivendell alone. When he came back, Caladthel made him a spectacular cake to show her apologies, and immediately her father's heart was thawed by her act of kindness. Until this day Caladthel was still one of the few people who had a infinite affection towards the Woods, and spent all her life there before she sailed.
One witty elf in Mirkwood whose name was Eldarion, suggested that the couple could tie little Caladthel up when she's asleep and set out in a night. This, was of course, only a small joke. How could anyone force such an unbelievable command on the cute, innocent little Caladthel? And setting out in night -- what about all those orc raids and dark creatures that lurked in the shadows? But I suggest that you might as well remember this jocular elven male, for one of his family members acted a major part in the later stories of Edlothia.
So, this is a tiny writing project that I've begun last year, and I haven't finished it... yet. It's kind of spoilery I guess...? Cos it contains how Ed and Loth both ended up many years later, and it also has something to do with Idhrenion and Meril [*facepalm...*] though it is a rather small thing. Some of it doesn't really make sense (cos as I said it helps me relax... OwO), but I guess I can live with it XD
The reason I'm putting it on here is that the file holder that I uses is recently cleaning out stuff and tells us to back up our files. And I see this doc lying around and then I thought that I might put it here for anyone wishing to read it to do so, and to keep a record of what might happen... next. Actually now I think of it lots of things don't make sense, names and places and all... But again live with it, this isn't me at the best of my abilities XD Ooh and btw, the story is told in Lyra's perspective as a minstrel writing a story XD
So... here it comes >w<
I think that we ought to begin by introducing Lothriel and Edlothia, who are widely known in the Woodland Realm as the Contrary Sisters. They are known for the great deeds they have contributed to their homeland, Edlothia by fighting and Lothriel by healing. At the beginning of the Fourth Age, Lothriel had grown weary and wanted no more to linger in this world, so she sailed away with a group of her kin, being one of the young elves who left Middle-earth early. Though reluctantly and not willing to farewell with her dear sister, Edlothia was determined to stay in Greenwood and dedicate even more of herself to the country. But once a while in history, people reverse the traditions, and troubadours do that too. I would not begin this story by writing what peculiar wounds had Lothriel healed or how many battles had Edlothia fought -- no. I would start by introducing their parents, also two marvelous elves who kept a low profile.
Their father, Galadhir son of Erynion, was a well-known craftsman. He was known far and wide even out of the Mirkwood (as we called it in the third age) for his fascinating skills and the special techniques he used on dealing with raw materials. As a boy he had shown great interest in crafting, as it was then already the mainstream business of his family. The skills passed down from fathers to sons and mothers to daughters. Galadhir was gifted in it and his father Erynion was very pleased. After a few lessons, those skinny little hands of him were soon able to hold those crafting knives and rollers that were especially made for his size. Galadhir's interest and curiosity in crafting surpassed any of his peers -- he was so hungry for knowledge, that he crept up in the middle of nights to the crafting chambers and tried to learn things by himself!
Caladthel, daughter of Istyarion and Mairëalótë. Well, we would go even deeper into her family tree on this noteworthy elven maiden. Istyarion and Mairëalótë, her parents, are both great scholars of the elven race known far and wide. Their love story, was quite a legend told among the Silvan elves.
Mairëalótë was born and raised in Lórien, and for the first two thousand years of her life she stayed unmarried. During this period of time she had gained reputation for her extraordinary intelligence, as it was indeed rare for a Silvan elf maiden to become so smart. Mairëalótë was diligent on her studies, but she also cared for other things far beyond. She had a remarkable ability of remembering everything she ever encountered. Every single word she read, every person she met, even the tiniest detail in her daily deeds. Her kin treated her as a miracle, calling her Eruanna, Gift of God. Mairëalótë soon developed a strange desire of traveling around the world and draw a map on her own. As soon as she was ready, she set out from the hidden realm at once. But unfortunately, she failed on this task as she had been wounded and hurt by the foul creatures that once lurked on this land. She struggled her way towards Rivendell, where she knew that she would be properly healed and fainted upon its threshold.
Things went incredibly well at the Valley of Imladris. As she wished, Mairëalótë was properly healed and greeted warmly. She soon become acquainted with a bunch of other elves in Rivendell and showed them her unfinished map with no less amount of regret. People were surprised to learn that she was still unmarried. A note for those of you who are not an elf -- elves marry early and also build their families quite early, so it was highly unusual that Mairëalótë, such a talented female was still on her own. Mairëalótë did not see it coming, but her friends -- did something mischievous to her, and for that she remained grateful for the rest of her life.
Rivendell elves are known for their mischievousness. Fairly soon after learning that Mairëalótë was unmarried, every single one of them turned into professional matchmakers. For their first task they looked among themselves and decided that they were to young for the experienced, mature maiden Mairëalótë. After sometimes, they split into two groups.
One group, properly named 'The Bride's Counsellor' by themselves, consists of mainly female elves despite that there were also some elven males whose hair were exceptionally long. This group's aim was to teach Mairëalótë about everything she lacked. Of course she was good at talking and manners, but she was missing something that the elves called 'feminine temperament'. So they dissolved into weeks of training her about poises and gracefulness, in which Mairëalótë herself found quite funny and interesting to do. So she followed their every order. Despite their playfulness, those elves were actually quite good at those things that they were teaching Mairëalótë. So calling them professionals were certainly not a bad idea. Mairëalótë reflected upon herself, and she actually realized with surprise that she had grown more likable during these trainings. But this was just a corner of an iceberg in this large scheme of mischiefing.
Another group was not activating anywhere near Mairëalótë, and as they called themselves "Seekers for Ellons", their main aim was to search for elven males who were of Mairëalótë's age, and has a personality that might interest her. But of course, they weren't worried about their interest in Mairëalótë because according to them -- "I tell you, anyone would fall in love with her." The group was mainly of naughty elven males who were just young adults, and a few playful elleths were also involved. The search progressed smoothly and was a great pleasure and a time-killer for them. They enjoyed themselves as they shoot questions to those innocent elves, winking and smirking mischievously. There were some examples such as: "Why are you still single at such a late age?" "Describe your first childhood crush." "Are you clever?" Shortly afterwards, they picked out one very special elf who met all of their criteria and was of course, splendid and caring. The group soon decided that he was good enough for Mairëalótë, and you ask me of his name? Well, I have mentioned it somewhere. But let us not bother going back to my texts: His name was, of course, Istyarion of Rivendell.
The elves cleverly arranged their first meeting, or should I say a date, at the beautiful autumn time. It was generally considered the most fascinating season of Rivendell. They picked a good date when there was a new moon, and pleaded earnestly with Lord Elrond for a booking of the veranda where the two could get a full view of the whole valley. They explained the escapade thoroughly and Elrond was very interested. And of course, it was a great success. The things were well-planned: The two would have the veranda to themselves for a whole day, the climate would be good on that night, and it would be a romantic and hopefully successful match. One of those elven pranksters, was a skilled chef. She decided that this meeting lacked some element of deliciousness and decided to make a bunch of elvish food for the two on the day. So, a detailed blueprint was set, and without knowing who would they be meeting -- or calling it a blind date -- Mairëalótë and Istyarion was going to meet each other.
Thus moon waxed and waned, time slipped away like melted silver, and it was time. Mairëalótë considered this an essential event, and actually made herself made really formal for the afternoon. Never had anyone cared for Istyarion's preparations, as they were all busy setting up and helping that chef elleth cooking, except two ellons was checking Istyarion at the last minute, making sure that he was presentable enough to meet with Mairëalótë. And the sunlight of midday swirled into the veranda, where Istyarion was already waiting anxiously for the fair maiden.
The crispy maple leaves in the garden down below drooled on the tips of twigs, a bright crimson dancing in the breeze. Those fairies of brilliant scarlet colour gleamed as they absorbed the sunshine shooting down from the azure. The sky was higher than usual, spreading out far and wide, clouds scattering all over it. The temperature was comforting, with a refreshing breeze flowing over your head, and some tiny dusts or leaves whirled up by the wind would occasionally come and tickle you for a bit. As I have stated above, this was the lovely situation where they met each other. It is almost impossible to conduct a mood that is not delightful in this kind of environment.
Logically, Mairëalótë should not be nervous in this scenario. This had been arranged by her lovely friends especially for her, and she was already an experienced elven maiden who had crossed many people's paths. But out of no reason, possibly of the irritating autumn winds, Mairëalótë was a bit... well, timid at the moment. She peeked out from the shadows of a large, white pillar made of marble to the distant veranda, and though by the luck of the fair sight of the elven race, Mairëalótë failed to see Istyarion well. She took a deep breath and settled her thoughts, then walked normally in the manner that she usually wanders with towards the area. The swift footsteps alarmed Istyarion, who immediately leaned forward from his seat, eager to get a tiny glimpse of Mairëalótë.
The fair maiden tiptoed for one more step to formally go into the area. Her stunning beauty made everyone around breathless. Mairëalótë's hazel hair was lush, long and silky, lengthening just below her waist and highlighted with a flower headring made of lilies. Her face was delicate, her large, grey eyes fluttered with no small amount of nervousness. Though without a single hint of make up on her face, Mairëalótë's cheeks were of healthy pink so vivid as if it was the effect of an exceptional rouge. She was in a long, robe that has the sky's azure. No one knows what Mairëalótë was truly feeling, but she sat down naturally, conducted a relaxed smile on her face and greeted Istyarion politely.
The 'date' went on smoothly. And after sometimes, the match was proven to be a great success as the two soon decided to marry each other. The elves who organized this whole 'ordeal' was in euphoria. Not only they have snapped a good match for their own pleasure, now they also had many 'clients' seeing their talents, begging them to pair elves up. Istyarion claimed that Mairëalótë was the most spectacular person that he ever had the good fortune to meet, and after their marriage, he gave Mairëalótë the name Elvëaníssë, starlike lady. Then for the rest of their lives they lived happily together and produced two offsprings: Caladthel, whom they loved and treasured so much, and another son.
Most of the world did not know that Mairëalótë and Istyarion had another son. He was sent away as an infant to a distant relative of Mairëalótë's in Lorien who were barren, and from that time onwards no one spoke of him again. Mairëalótë and Istyarion thought that one daughter was enough for them, so as soon as the son were born, they named him and sent him away. This was highly unusual, but as a special pair, they were destinied to do special things.
Their son however, grew up in Lorien and become very ingenious. He inherited the brain of Mairëalótë and Istyarion, and was also a scholastic person. However, if I reveal his name to you, then you will be very much surprised at this point: Mairëalótë and Istyarion's son was the famous Idhrenion, husband to Thranduil, Elvenking of Mirkwood's second daughter Merilien the Scholar. You may be astonished at the quality of their descendants, but as they say, combine the great souls together, and you shall get a greater one.
Now moving to Caladthel. The girl was born during their stay at Mirkwood, in Mairëalótë and Istyarion's tour around the elven realms. She was born a precious gift, her laugh as a infant moved everyone's heart. Mairëalótë was grateful to see that the girl had inherited her pale, grey eyes. At birth Caladthel was given the name Annettë, gift-daughter, as her parent loved her more than anything. She was a little present, an angel fell from the sky to the mortal world to bring joy and laughter.
Caladthel was soon discovered to inherit the intelligence from her parents, as she had proven to be wise as a little girl. However she was a bit too free-spirited to become a scholar like her mother and father, but rather wishes to wonder at the powers of the Woods and live an undisturbed, peaceful life. She chose her very own name at age two, calling herself Light-Sister.
Since her very first thread of vague knowledge of this world, Caladthel had considered herself very close to the nature element 'Light'. When she woke up at every new morning, she would run hastily from her residence towards outdoors to embrace the misty morning, wearing her little sleeping dress. She would scurry to a massive open look-out point which formed a cliff, to immerse herself in the newly-risen sun's glory. She would trip, she would fall, but our young, Caladthel did not lack any perseverance that was needed for her joy. When she finally got to the point, she would stand just a few steps back from the extreme point of the cliff, and there, she was able to have a view of the whole Mirkwood, and some slopes on the regions of Rhovanion as well. But most importantly, the cliff was facing straight towards the sun.
Caladthel would unfurl her chubby little arms and open her eyes widely. The little elleth would stare straight towards the sunlight, let her body absorb this positive energy, and wonder at the infinite beauty of the sun. Elves have a body that is far more remarkable than ours: their eyes don't hurt at all when stared straight into sun-rays. Every morning an eager, exuberant girl would go there, and soak herself into the brilliant color of the sun glow. And thus, Caladthel grew closer and closer to 'light'.
Our little Gift-daughter Annettë chose her own name when she was two years old. She told her momma one night, before she went to bed, that she wanted to be called 'Light-Sister', Caladthel.
"Why do you want to be called like that, Annettë?" Mairëalótë asked in a soft voice as a smile dissolved into her face. She was glad that her daughter started to develop a conscious personality, and its hallmark was giving herself a name.
"Because, Emmel (elvish for mother) , I am sister of light, and I am supposed to be like that!" Caladthel answered in an exhilarating, childish tone. Her pure eyes glowing with excitement as her mother approved and called her by the name of Caladthel for the very first time.
And thus, the little gift became the sister of light, her spirit untroubled and her thoughts uncontaminated. The cheerful girl had gained many friends. Though there weren't any children her age at the moment, as elves had a slow birth rate, she was befriended with several elvish teenagers and girls who were a little bit older than her. And that's where she developed the key part of her personality. Caladthel was said to be so compassionate and caring, that would not even play with others if she cannot tidy their clothes look after their scars. Of course, because of her loving personality and the caring attitude towards others, she had many truthful company around her. Though not a great healer with gifted talent, Caladthel had the patience and the will to learn and practice to become a carer at least. Many people praised her, even elves who were older than her sometimes would express their admiration towards the elleth.
When Caladthel was three years old, the family decided to move back to Rivendell. The cause was that Istyarion's best friend had planned to voyage into the blessed lands in the far west, and was going to set to sail in the next month. Istyarion wished to say farewell to him, and also to present his friend his little treasure. Another cause that as they have lived in the Woodland Realm for quite a few years now, the couple had found themselves quite discombobulated at Greenwood. There were a major quantity of important belongings that Mairëalótë and Istyarion did not bring to the Woods, and they were also not very used to the lifestyle here. However, the young Caladthel was determined to stay. For one entire week the girl would not say anything but "I like it here." Mairëalótë tried to convince her, but she was as adamant as a rock. The stubborn girl eventually let her father down, resulting in him riding to Rivendell alone. When he came back, Caladthel made him a spectacular cake to show her apologies, and immediately her father's heart was thawed by her act of kindness. Until this day Caladthel was still one of the few people who had a infinite affection towards the Woods, and spent all her life there before she sailed.
One witty elf in Mirkwood whose name was Eldarion, suggested that the couple could tie little Caladthel up when she's asleep and set out in a night. This, was of course, only a small joke. How could anyone force such an unbelievable command on the cute, innocent little Caladthel? And setting out in night -- what about all those orc raids and dark creatures that lurked in the shadows? But I suggest that you might as well remember this jocular elven male, for one of his family members acted a major part in the later stories of Edlothia.
