Arwen
Arwen puts her hand on your shoulder and says, "Come, follow me.
I am Arwen Undomiel, the Evenstar of my people, the Imladhrim."
She smiles a crimson-lipped smile, and Arwen Undomiel leads you out of
the room. You walk down the endless flights of stairs.
She shows you the royal gardens, where they keep the most beautiful
and colorful flowers. Some are red, some are white, some yellow, and
many other colors. Yet it the gardens look simply like a bright blend
of a green-toned rainbow. She starts to hum a very strange tune, but
it is so soothing that it makes you forget about everything around
you.
Arwen shows you the courtyard, and you see . . .
A tall, slender woman walks up behind his chair and says in a soft,
music-like voice, "Yes, I would be glad to." She is clad in
all white. Her hair is raven-black, long and thick, braided into a
single braid that glistens as it runs down the length of her back. Her
gray eyes pierce yours knowningly and she nods her dark head with a
smile. Her necklace is white as her gown, or her fair skin, and it
glows with a strange milky light.
