Lorien forest was known among all elves for its beauty: the trees of height that is hard to imagine, with golden leaves and silver brunches, flowers of all possible colours, rivers that could almost sing with the sound of their waters, always light, clear sky never touched by the Darkness. Anyone who entered never returned the same, leaving a part of their soul here, in the safest place in the Middle Earth.

Elves from different places, be that Rivendell or Mirkwood, were free to visit Lothlórien if they had to ill intentions, which was, surely, impossible. So, you, as an elf, were welcomed there as well. And Haldir, one of the border guards, decided to show you around.

You walked together with the elven man as he was observing your reactions to the miracles of the forest, telling you some old tales and true events that happened there. When you reached the heart of Lothlórien, you couldn't help but stop in your tracks: the sight of all almost god-like beauty making your heart beat faster.

Haldir smiled, noticing the effect the forest had on you and stopping as well.

"Here, now you feel the true power of Lothlórien..." The elf spoke in a soft voice.