Lorien sat on the grass with a book in her hands. The brown bench she sat on was worn and brown, but she didnt notice, the sun cast rays on her green and purple eyes as they took in the words in the page. Her eyes were big as she read the letters, her breathing quickened she leaned forward as if she could escape into the words. Soon she sat at the edge of the bench and of course eventually, she fell off. Lorien went tumbling forward and hit the ground with a thud. Her book hit the ground first, well technically her hand holding the book, then her knees then her elegent face landed in the book, she could hear the kids arround her age by her giggle. Lorien picked herself up, brushed off her skirt, tossed her hair and angrily walked away.

Lorine's mind was still in the pages as she walked. A feary who needed a girl who hated him to be his queen to save his kingdom, her mortal man loves her but she can never be with him. And to top it all off she's got some evil dude stalking her so she can be his slave. Lorien couldnt help but chuckle. That would suck. She thought to herself. She could still feel taunting eyes on her and she held back beating the kids up.

Gil-Estel, Elven Prince of Yomenïampa, walked slowly through the trees of his home city. As he was walking, he was thinking about girls. It wasn't as though he had any trouble with them, in fact it was widely known that many of the female elves of Yomenïampa considered him to be quite the handsome young chap. There was only one problem. Larien Singollo. Larien, the only person Gil-Estel had ever really had any true feelings for. Yes he'd flirted, as was the wont of an elf of his standing, but he was yet to meet another being who made him forget everything else in the same way that Larien did.

As he passed another row of white-trunked trees, he turned to the left. And there she was! Sitting on a bench, reading. Suddenly, she keeled forward and ended up kneeling on the floor with her face in the book. Gil-Estel watched as she got up and stormed away, the other elves around her trying to conceal their amusement.

Suddenly Gil-Estel realised that he had been standing, staring, for quite some time and a few elves were beginning to notice. He decided that this was his chance, and dashed after Larien (after, of course, telling those elves who were laughing to keep quiet and mind their on business). He managed to catch up with her and slowed down to her pace so that he was walking beside her.

"Hello, Larien", he said in Sindarin, "Good book?".