Disclaimer: Don't own it. Don't own the title, either, in fact—stole it from Cecily von Ziegesar. Good lord, I'm a common thief! My mother must be so proud…
I started writing this a few weeks ago, and since it's incredibly freaking cold and snowy where I am right now, I decided that I really needed to get going on something that took place in the summer. I feel warmer already!
All righty then, this is the part of the show where I explain all my little weirdnesses and on-purpose inaccuracies in as entertaining a manner as possible. Bear with me, people.
First of all, you will notice that this story, like most of my others, takes place in medieval times and yet everyone talks like modern teenagers. This is because I am a modern teenager, and I have trouble writing in Tolkien's more formal style. Sorry about that. : )
Secondly, there is a bit of an age thing that must be explained. Elves come of age at about 50 human years, I think, so I figure that in Elf-years that would be about 21. Therefore, one Elf-year equals about 2.3 human years. This probably isn't right, but it works well enough for my purposes.
Thirdly, it said in the Silmarillion that Aredhel only ever wore silver and white. I've taken some liberties with this because seriously, who would want to wear only white and silver all the time? No one I know, that's for sure…
Fourthly, I know that back in Valinor Galadriel's name was Artanis, but I choose to not use that name because I don't really like it. You all know what I mean anyway.
Fifthly, I realize that Tolkien would probably not approve of a lot of things in this story (summer romances, slang, etc). Well, this is just meant to be fun, not disrespectful, so don't be too mad at me.
And finally, I use everyone's Sindarin names in this because it makes everything so much simpler.
So basically, I'm sorry this is so silly, I'm sorry it's so irreverent, I'm sorry it's so un-Tolkien-esqe, and I'm sorry it's not completely true to canon, and I hope you enjoy it and don't take it seriously at all