* One year later*
“I believe that one day, when you grow up, you’re going to marry an Elven prince.” Galadriel said as she held Silvren on her lap, the young elfling playing with Galadriel’s long, golden locks.
They sat in Silvren’s bed chamber ontop of her small bed as the sun crept behind the Misty Mountains and disappeared into the West. Silvren was dressed in her blue night shift, her brown her pulled back in a small braid that ran down the back of her neck.
“Eww.” Silvren sneered, wrinkling her small nose. “I don’t want to marry anybody.”
“Why not?” Galadriel asked slightly amused.
“Because then you have to kiss them and nasty stuff. Yuck!” Silvren said in disgust, sticking her tongue out.
“Oh, you’ll grow out of that stage.” Galadriel said as she stood up and laid Silvren down in her bed. “But for now, you must take your rest.” she spoke in a whisper as she tucked Silvren in under the thin sheets.
Early the next morning, Celebrian and several other elves, including Silvren, packed up their belongings and prepared to leave Lothlórien.
Celebrian, Glorfindel and Silvren said their good byes to Celeborn, Galadriel and Arwen then mounted their horses.
Two elves began trotting down the dirt path, then Celebrian and the others followed behind, slowly disappearing into the distance as they rode towards Rivendell
“Daddy!” Silvren cried out as she was helped off of Celebrian’s horse by Glorfindel. As soon as her feet touched the ground, Silvren ran over to her father’s open arms. “I’ve missed you, Daddy.” she said.
“I missed you too. How was your trip? Did you enjoy it?” Elrond asked as he took her tiny hands into his larger ones.
Silvren was smaller than most 106 year old Elves, she was quite small when she was born and has been fairly small ever since. But her strength and energy made up for it and her brothers know that all to well.
They were always picking on her and tormenting her, mainly Elrohir. He had a habit of sneaking up on her from behind when she was playing or picking flowers. In return, she normally swung a fist at him or kicked him in the groin. Elrohir tried scaring her with bugs, but that didn’t work because she wasn’t afraid of them like Arwen was. In fact, Silvren loved ladybugs, and loved chasing crickets and grasshoppers. But Elrohir did find one thing that scared her more than anything.
It was a beautiful day and the sun was shining brightly in the sky with no clouds in sight. The air was filled with the sweet songs of the birds.
Silvren sat outside on the dirt path that ran through one of her father’s gardens, playing with her wooden blocks and some bugs that she had caught.
Elrond was walking around the garden with Glorfindel and Erestor, his chief advisor.
Silvren was happily entertaining herself. Building cages out of her blocks then sprinkling grass in them before putting different bugs in each cage. She was so absorbed in what she was doing, that she didn’t hear Elrohir sneaking up behind her.
Looking around to make sure no one was watching, Elrohir tossed a big, black spider in front of her.
Silvren jumped up screaming in fear as she ran towards Elrond. Tears streaming down her cheeks.
Elrond bent down and scooped the crying Elfling up into his arms. “What’s wrong, Silvren? Why are you crying?” he asked with a worried expression on his face.
“El-Elrohir threw a sp-spider a-at me.” she stammered.
“Shh, it’s all right. I’ll talk to him.” Elrond said comforting her as he cradled her head against his shoulder.
Elrond glared over at Elrohir as the Elf darted back into the house in search of his brother.
Like Elrond said, he talked to Elrohir and warned him about doing something like that again. But naturally he didn’t listen.