[The Evenstar]

The sound of clattering hoof beats echoed in the night. The Evenstar, known as the mysterious elf and kindred of Arwen and Elrond, rode towards the Hall on her grand white steed, Imirie. Nobody knew her real name, for she went only by the name of the Evenstar. Some had heard that her name truly was Ithilmir, meaning ‘moon-jewel’ but none were sure of it, for this fair and beautiful Elven maiden would not tell.

Unlike most of the other guests, The Evenstar did not come by an escort or by carriage. She came in the eventide and came by herself, mysterious and beautiful as ever.
Her long and thick chestnut hair was slightly curled and kinky. Some of it was pinned up with glistening pins. She had sparkling flowers in her waves of chestnut hair.
Her pointy elf-ears peeked through her locks. She had little make-up upon her fair face, because she was naturally beautiful. Her lips were red as blood, her face as fair as a snowdrop, her lashes as black as evening. Her eyes were as turquoise-blue as the Anduin in summertime.
The Evenstar pulled Imirie into a graceful trot and rode up to the Hall. She dismounted with elegance only an Elf could possess.
Her dress was natural, plain, but immensely beautiful. It was a color hard to define; a sort of bluish-green with a touch of midnight sapphire hinting it. It was long and flowing, like waves upon the sea and it was not tight. The greens swirling into the fabric were that of a forest and the blues of the sky and Sea.
This Elf wore no jewelry, save for the family mark of her kindred, a pearly-sliver lace around her fair neck.
Her nails were plain for they had a natural sheen to them. She wore no shoes upon her feet; for she loved to feel the leaves beneath them as she walked.
The Evenstar climbed the stairs of the hall, her dress flowing behind her.
The party was in full bloom. There was chattering and laughing echoing from inside the Hall. The Evenstar’s heart swelled with excitement and happiness as she reached the doors. A guard was standing there; ready to search her for weapons.
He was overcome by her beauty when he saw her that he could not find words at first.
“Uh…A-any weapons, my lady?” he stammered. The Elf looked him straight in the eyes.
“I do not carry any weapons with me,” she said. Her voice was like the soft chiming of bells.
“Very well,” said the guard. “Go on in.” He had seen her Elven necklace and immediately knew that she was kindred of Elrond and Arwen.
The Elf walked down the red carpet. Most of the chatter and laughter stopped when the other guests saw her enter. They stared at her in awe.
Hushed whispers started among the guests. The Evenstar was the last to arrive at the party. All knew of this mysterious elf.
The Evenstar walked to where Elrond and Arwen were sitting in elegant thrones. She knelt down and bowed her head.
“My lord, my lady. I have come at last. Please pardon me for being late,” she said.
Elrond touched her head.
“It’s alright. I understand that you may come and go when you please. Now go and enjoy the party,” said Elrond.
The Evenstar found her friends, Niluial and her date, GaladrieloftheOlden, MLD-Grounds-Keeper-Willie and others.
She danced with a few guys and taught them some of her own Elvish dance steps. There was an elvish orchestra on a platform in the corner played harps, lyres, flutes and sitars.

There were tables filled with delicious Elvish delicacies: All different kinds of lembas, honey cakes, poppy-seed doughnuts, caramel dumplings, almonds, sugar-candies, syrup from a Mallorn Tree, melons, apples, pears, berries coated in sugar, cinnamon and sugar, berry wine, Elvish wine and a variety of other things.

There were also Dwarvish appetizers like malt beer, bread made of yeast, barley and malt, bones laden with ripe meat and mustard cakes – all separate from the Elvish food table of course!
There was also a table of food known to Humans. Upon were cakes topped with strawberries and poppy-seeds, breads covered in fresh flour, tender meat arranged artistically upon silver platters, blueberry pie sprinkled with orange-rinds, seed muffins and an assortment of wines.

The Evenstar elegantly picked out a glass of Elvish wine with her long, graceful fingers and took a dainty sip from the rim of the glass.
Yes, she thought. This is going to be a memorable night!