Elven Scroll [EN] King Thranduil

۶ Prologue

(A long time ago)

'Go on, Ada' said the little elfling, shaking his father's arm, and the tale was continued.

'...and sorcerers say, an angel comes to Middle Earth, whose skin is lighter than the freshest snow and her eyes are just like deep black moons. She means journey and destination. No one can capture her with strength, but can have her on his side forever, if he sets her free. This angel brings peace, but war too. Her spirit is destroying like the cruelest fire, and healing like the water of the most chilling sea. And it is told, she is able to build a kingdom in one day, or perish it in a blink of an eye. Her dark tresses are like the proud trees, standing in the night forest, and her slender, porcelain form is like the sun's first ray on the morning sky. Sorcerers say, one day, when darkness blurs our mind again, this beautiful star falls to Middle Earth. From above the night sky. '

The king closed the old book and kissed the top of his son's little head.

'Sleep now, my little leaf!'