Hello... This is the first time I am writing a lord of the rings fan-fiction and one for a book at that so...
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Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING! Except my oc...
They came out of nowhere. I was traveling with my caravan through the Mirkwood forest and I heard nothing for hours, but out of nowhere we were attacked. As I was guarding the wagons I looked to see who was attacking us… wood-elves. Why couldn't it have been Orcs or something? They are easier to handle than the elves!
The Elves quickly took prisoner of my fellow mercenaries, but they were still fighting me. They wouldn't get near me, especially with me swinging my long sword around. They backed off and I stopped swinging. We just stared at each other. I took note of how many there were.
About five I thought to myself. I blew a stray hair out of my face and as I did that an arrow struck the top of my hat, taking it and pinning it to a tree. I spun and saw a boy, who looked about the same age as me. He looked like most Elves, but had the greenest eyes I ever seen… that didn't stop me from charging at him with my sword raised. I was about to strike the boy, who had fallen in surprise, when my world went black.
? P.O.V
As we brought the prisoners back to our special place in the woods I kept looking at the boy that nearly killed me.
He was a strange one. He did have the Elven looks, but at the same time… he was different. His hair was as dark as raven wings and his eyes. His eyes were like charcoal… and lonely, but held a certain fire that I couldn't place.
He looked about the same age as me. I was about fifteen in human years… well in looks alone. In reality I was much older, but as a elf I was the perfect being. As I was watching him, I was barely listening to my father talk to the guards that were with me My father was demanding what had happened. I played the scene through my mind, but I couldn't stop the chill of excitement.
The older elves were teaching the younger elves how to hunt. It was a really nice day and we were out. I had only brought a bow with me that day assuming I wouldn't need a dagger or anything. As we were traveling we saw a caravan. No one was supposed to be taking this route, for only the forest elves know it. The leader of our group signaled that we take them out… and take prisoners. We took them out pretty easily… except one. It was a dark haired boy. He was swinging a two-handed sword, nearly cutting each of my allies. Normally a two-handed sword would be slow to swing, but I had to admit… the boy had skill. I signaled for my allies to back off, which they did. The boy didn't notice me and was just staring at my allies.
I positioned my bow so the arrow would hit his hat, hopefully distracting him long enough so we could take him down. It worked in a way… as the arrow took his hat, I was the one distracted. He was beautiful and he was an elf. I could barely register that he was attacking me and when I did, I had fallen down. He was almost a centimeter from my face when he fell over. The leader of the group had knocked him out and I had to stop my beating heart. My face felt very warm, but I dismissed it when we started gathering the prisoners… they looked surprised. I quickly blindfolded them and we loaded them into the wagon. We brought them home and locked them in a cell, but kept out the strange elven boy.
"Legolas were you hurt?" My father asked me. I shook my head.
"Thranduil, I know who he is." I looked to see Elrond, my father nodded for him to continue.
"He is Alister, son of Fenril. He ran away last year, and no one had heard of him since," Lord Elrond told us "but I didn't think he would go live with humans…"
"Why is his hair so dark?" I asked. I pushed his long bang to the side. I saw a long, jagged looking scar running over his right eye…
"He is said to be cursed or was from an affair, but the scar was given to him by his mother… so it couldn't been from an affair." Lord Elrond told me. I nodded and kept looking at the strange boy.
"Hmmm…" the boy mumbled. He slow opened his eyes…
"Oh, Lord Elrond… hello." He said. I was surprised at how calm he was and how well mannered he was. I barley heard the exchange between them.
Alister's P.O.V
When I awoke I nearly freaked out, but when I saw Lord Elrond I had instantly calmed down. Lord Elrond was like a father to me and the only elf that I could stand. I hate elves which is weird since I was one too, but if you're hated most of your life then it shouldn't be that shocking.
"Where have you been Alister?" Lord Elrond asked me. I bit my lip, but I decided to tell the truth.
"I couldn't live there anymore, I couldn't stand being hated." I told him. He just sighed and told me wait. He left the room taking the older elf with him and leaving me with the boy elf, the one I nearly killed... The boy elf was just staring at me.
"What!" I snapped at him. He jumped and started stuttering…
"I'm sorry, um… um… it's nice to meet you I am Legolas son of Thranduil." He told me. I gave him a blank look.
"Like I care." I told the boy. I hated him, he was a damn elf! If he knew my story he would hate me too… and I wouldn't care!
"Your Alister right? Are you from Rivendale?" He asked me. I was surprised by both questions. I didn't get to answer him when Lord Elrond and the other elf came in.
"Alister, we have decided that…" Lord Elrond trailed off "You will stay in Mirkwood." I looked at Lord Elrond in shock.
"No! I have a job and I don't want to live with elves!" I shouted at him. Lord Elrond was very calm during my rant.
"I will not allow you to be a mercenary and you owe Thranduil for showing them a way through the forest." He said. I stopped ranting. I felt a little bad now… I had shown my fellow mercenaries a way through the forest. They don't know that I was an elf, but let me be a mercenary through my physical strength.
"Fine…" I trailed off. I wasn't happy with the arrangement, but Lord Elrond wished for it, so I will comply… until I could escape.
Well? I hope you enjoyed Chapter 1... R&R Please!