A large throne sat in all it's glory, at the back of the stone walled room. The throne, red velvet with a softness which called to be sat upon, was only for one person. The fortress, overlooking the villages which were ruled by one, was old and well kept. Alot of servants wandered the halls, cleaning and keeping the fortress the way the Queen liked it. Up the grand staircase, to the left and down the hall, a wooden door lead to the Queens bedroom. The wooden four poster bed was a blood red, the duvet also a velvet, and the pillows made of a soft cotton. Rhiannon was already awake, dressed and stood, at her balcony, staring down at the village below. The people looked like tiny ants, and she was their God. They looked to her for guidance. She stepped back into the room, leaving the doors open. Her favorite red dress, which she wore with pride, swished around her, as she walked around the room. Her heavy footsteps echoed in the large room. She smiled at herself in the wall mounted mirror, then turned to answer a knock on her wooden door. Enter... The door opened and there stood one of Rhiannon's maids. Your Majesty, your subjects await you downstairs. she said, with her shy voice. Rhiannon nodded and began towards the door. She walked with her head high, and an air of authority about her. She followed her maid to the staircase, and slowly descended. She stopped on the second step, and looked at the small group of people near the front door. The men removed their hats and bowed, and the women curtsied. Rhiannon dipped her head, and began to cross the hallway to the breakfast room, where a smaller version of the throne, which sat in the main room, was at the end of a long wooden table. Rhiannon sat in her chair, and one by one, each person asked her for her help. Local thugs challenging their business. Help with farming. Each time she thought for a moment and challenged her people with questions. What would I get from you in exchange for my help? How long will you need my help for? Each person struggled. Rhiannon was a fair queen. She agreed to each person, offering them her help. They were grateful and left. She sat back into the rough velvet and sighed. More maids entered presenting her with her food. She ate slowly, savoring the food. Once finished, she stood up and left the room, out to the hall. She was ready for her meeting with her General. She walked towards the main room, opening the doors and walking towards the large throne. She took her place, and waited, impatient.

((I’m going to audition for the Queen of the Elves (Alassëa (Ah-lahs-say-ah). This is not my best work, to let you know, and this is minimum of what my posts are capable of doing. Usually I like to have between 2 and 3 lengthy size posts (like 8 or more sentences) so yeah...I’m rambling on. Don’t mind me XD))

Queen Alassëa
Whispertomesoftly;;

Alassëa’s bright auburn colored hair cascaded down her shoulders like a veil and twirled around her waist as she walked barefoot through the forest. Her soft green eyes shimmered in the bright light as she tilted her head upwards, stretching out her arms, feeling the warmth upon her face. Oh how she treasured the forest, she loved everything about it. She wore a simple white gown, where the sleeves were long and almost reached the ground; it reached down to her naked ankles. It was a dress she only wore when she was by herself, other times she dressed up, looking even more stunning then she did right there. Upon her head was a crown, though it was unlike any other royal’s crowns, and she liked it like that. Alassëa’s exquisiteness surpassed any humans. Everything about her was elegant, from her tender and slight movements; by the way she smiled at you. Of course, she was not conceited, and too her, everything was beautiful in every way. A sigh escaped her rose pink lips as she came to a halt. She liked to be by herself sometimes, just to wander through the forest like she had when she was much younger. Memories of her youth over flooded her mind as she thought about both the past and the future. What had already come and still lay in a profound slumber, ready to awaken at any given moment. She did not look old, she was quite young for an elf, but she had seen five centuries come and go. Sometimes it seems like time stood still for her, and yet it seemed to fly by. A smile broke free from her lips as she turned around. She supposed she had wandered around too long. As Queen she liked to remain within her kingdom, to guide them and support them. She began to make the slow journey back home, holding her body with much pride as she gracefully moved through the forest, as though it was a part of her.