A/N: The names are not my original creation. I used the elven name translator at the Council of Elrond. If any of the sites owner are against this, please contact me and I will remove these story.

Prologue

I hide behind a group of trees. I hear the soft foot falls pass on the nonexistent path. I wish to heave a sigh of relief, but I can’t. Their ears are much keener then mine and I do not want to be found before I reach my freedom. I hear their angelic murmurs and my name is mentioned. All hope that they would give up is dashed. They would not quit until they found me, so I hope they would never quit, for I desire not to be found.

I am in luck, though. Since I had created the woods, they knew not their way around. The down fall is, I know it not either. But the forest is mine and wishes to lead me to my desire. It was created for my desires to be granted. It is sad that my desires are different from that of my benefactor. I wish to leave, and he wishes that I would always stay. I had escaped once already, but was brought back.

I nearly faint as I hear them come closer to my hiding place. I know not whether it is from my beating heart, or the fact I have had nothing more but warm water on my stomach for the past few days. I can not eat their food, or else I will be tied to this place. They pass me, thinking they had somehow missed me on a different area. I thought I was in the clear, but I hear more footsteps, heavier ones. I know that it was the army, and that leading them was none other then Prince Orodarth, the very one I was trying to escape.

“Have you found my lady love yet?” he ask, his worried voice like a harp string played by God himself. It had been his voice that had first drawn me to him, and nearly made me come out even though I knew what was at stake. They were charmers, and I was easy to be charmed. I could not though, afford to be a foolish young girl any longer. If I want my life, I would have to grow up quickly.

“Nay your highness,” said a youthful male who I knew to be Sarn, the Prince’s most trusted underling. “Princess Nethiel has not been found yet. But do not lose heart, she will be returned safely to your home, my lord.” I wince as he said my name. Nethiel was the closes name to my true one in their language. For the most part, all but names have been adapted to my language over the years. All but the priest speak English on a daily bases.

“I so fear for my ladyship,” said a soft quiet female voice, which I knew belonged to one of my ladies-in-waiting, Lady Eruanneth. She was a little slip of a girl who worried about me consistently, even under the watchful eyes of the guards. “She is not one of us yet, she could still be killed.”

“Perhaps it has come time for drastic measures Prince Orodarth,” sneer a voice that held none of the magic of the others. Lord Theningan, the Prince’s head advisor. I dislike him even more then he dislikes me.

“You are right,” sighs Orodarth. “I must find her now. Gwanunig, play your song.” I knew what would happen next. I could not run fast enough to escape it. A sweet, haunting melody soon fills the air. Against my will, my feet lead me to were the others stand.

“Princess Nethiel,” shouts Prince Orodarth as he runs to greet me. I collapse from exhaustion in his arms. He holds me tight, whispering sweet soothing words that I only half believe in my ears. I soon give way to the dark sleep.