Board Thread:Fan Fiction/@comment-27718380-20160126172541

(Note, this has no relevance to RPs, unless you guys really want it to.) It was one morning Itallië got up in her room in Dol Amroth. She started the long walk to Tirith Aear and looked around, the birds were singing and the morning was generally fine. She continued on her way. As she passed each of the common folk, she greeted them in the same friendly way. Big or small, rich or poor, they deserved the same treatment. She lifted her dress as she approached the main road to avoid the mud, and stepped lightly. Soon she reached the tower, but there was a group of people waiting for her. They barred the entrance. At the head of them was Ilmarien, her daughter.

'There's been an… accident. Go home, it will be better for you to be there than here.'

'Surely there is some way I can help?' Came Itallië's reply.

As soon as this was said, an elf ran out dressed in exquisite armour. At least that's what he looked like. He bowed.

'My lady, I bring news.'

'Get up off the floor, Eonwë. We're all friends here.'

The 'elf' got up, and raised his head to look her in the eye.

'You know who your parents are, right?'

'My father was Ingwë, and my mother half Ñoldor half Falmar. He doesn't talk about her.'

'And you haven't noticed anything… special about you? Anything out of the ordinary happening?'

Eonwë looked rather incredulous of her at this point.

'Well, on rare occasion yes. Varda always had some sort of affiliation to me.'

'And you've never considered this out of the ordinary?'

'Well, I guess I've never really considered it.'

'What if I told you there was more to it? That Varda was really your mother?'

Itallië stared blankly into the distance, frozen in place. What if it was true? What would this mean?

'And if I told you Manwë was your father?' Eonwë continued.

Itallië promptly fainted, and was dragged off to the royal chambers of Tirith Aear. 