Inwë was a humble young elf. She had plain features for an elf, dark brown eyes, and long dark brown hair. She was possibly the shortest out of her peer group, you would almost mistake her for a human despite her ears and typically flawless skin. She didn't like to think of herself as exactly the most interesting out of the elvin women though she was the most sought after music performer in all of Mirkwood, she had a way of keeping herself un-noticed and out of the way. She took pleasure in simple things and found joy marvelling at the most un-obvious of details. She enjoyed living a simple life very much, and even if she couldn't bring herself to show it, her appreciation for even the most normal of things was very stong. This left her missunderstood by those close to her. She didn't know how to articulate her love, so she would put it into her music playing, a small smile on her face as she did the one thing that made her feel beyond alive. Even though most of the other elvs took notice of her music, no one noticed her, and she wasn't exactly against that. Then the evening came that would change her world forever.
It was around 4:45 pm, work in Mirkwood for the common elves would soon be comming to an end, and everyone would reside back to their homes within the enclosed kingdom. Inwë had just closed the door to her room after a long day of practicing with her musical instructor. She set her flute down at her small dinet set-up, and went about her usual evening activities which included a bath and then settling down on her bed, doing whatever until it was time to actually go to sleep. Even though she was a silvan elf, she was not submitted to the work of a servant girl for her parents had dedicated her to musical arts instead, which was a good enough works to save her from the strict and degrading life of a servant.
As Inwë was just walking over her bathroom, there was a strict knock on her door. She stopped what she was doing, hand hovering over her bathroom door knob with a frown on her face. She very rarely got visitors and she be damned if it isn't something important enough to interrupt her down time. With a sigh she walked over to the door, opening it up to peer up at -to her surprise- one of the king's guards. "Hello sir, what umm- what brings a royal guard to my door step?" She asked genuinly curious, yet she was ready to get back to her business. "My apologies m'lady, King Thranduil has asked me to escort you to the thrown room at once." The guard says senceirly with a slight bow, leaving Inwë confused and appalled all at once. What makes him apologize, bow, and reffer to her as "M'lady"? "I'm sorry, you must be mistaken, th-the king must be s-sending you for someone else." She stuttered while trying to close the door, but the guard put his foot in the door. "Inwë Lissësúl yes? The famous flute player and singer?" He asked almost seeming desperate. "Yes, that is me, but I am not famous. I only ever have a small crowd attend my performances, i hardly think that I'm much of talk..." She said impatiently. "Well then, ma'am, we will have to see about that when we make it to the king's thrown room then, now come along." He said trying to remain polite. He opened the door for her, letting her step out.
The guard then brushed himself off before turning down the direction to go in, leaving Inwë not much of a choice but to follow. She had never been to the thrown room actually and had only seen the king at feasts and when he spoke to his people as a whole. She saw him from a distance, mildly admiring his way of power and magnificants, though she found him over-whelming and his ways were to much to handle, it almost frightened her. That last thought sent a chill down her spine. She was not ready for this. She was almost sure she would pass out under the tension of his presence being directed upon her. After a while of winding halls and turns, down paths she had never ventured before, she saw a tall and intricate door, with two smiliar quards on either side. The guard leading her was suddenly no longer by her side, and the two guards bowed before opening the doors to a future she knew she would never be able to escape on her own.