The day was bright and beautiful in the elven kingdom of Rivendell. The leaves the hues of orange, maroon, and brown give the quiet land warmth. Amidst the castle, though, sat the Elf lord of Rivendell, Elrond. Elrond was doing his duties. While the Fellowship of the Ring was away doing their job to destroy the ring, Elrond was here at home, busy worrying about his daughter and sending her away to be married. Arwen was in love with a human, Aragorn. But he wanted what was best for her, because she is immortal, and Aragorn is not. She would live past his old age and death, and it would only be a harsh life for her.

Elrond lets out a tired sigh, closing the journal he was writing in and pushing it away. The soft breeze brushed against his long brown hair, and he gazes to his right, over past the railing and to the mountains his kingdom sits in. It was a very beautiful place.

He couldn’t stop thinking about one thing, however. A few days ago, he had spent some time for seeing the future. A future where his daughter lays, or what brings her happiness. Then, suddenly, he had a vision of him and a woman….getting married. The woman looks beautiful, and her smile brought warmth. Who in Middle-Earth is this woman? He never thought he’d find love ever again. This vision had confused him to no end, wondering who she is and where she is.

“My lord,” A voice suddenly brings him back to reality, and he perks up. One of his trusted elf knights stood a few feet away, standing with pride and proper. “We have an intruder. She was found in our forest.”

Elrond furrows his brows. The intruder is a woman? And yet she was caught so easily. She doesn't sound like an enemy. “Bring her to the throne room,” he orders, and the knight nods respectfully before walking off.

After a short calm walk, he turns a corner to the room he was to meet the intruder. Two of his knights held onto a woman tightly. She wore ragged clothes and was dirty, along with some cuts on her face. She looks just like the woman in his vision.