Warning: Confusing words. Maybe OOC of a lot of people. Bad-ass Legolas killing people left right and center. May contain traces of: a lot of blood, traces of Sindarin, irregular updates, idiotic author notes, confusing plot lines. Major spoilers from The Two Towers on-wards.

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"Where are you Legolas? Come out, this isn't amusing anymore!"

"Enough is enough Legolas, return home this instant."

"He isn't here."

"But where could he be?"

"Ada, Lord Thranduil, we found something!"

"This is..."

"Blood."

"Whose?"

"Orcs. Spiders. Oh by the Valar!"

"Elfish blood. Look at the silver tint."

"Do you think...?"

"LEGOLAS!"

"For the love of Valar, they have to come now don't they."

"What do we have here? Four elves all alone in the woods?"

"What have you done to Legolas."

"That elf earlier? Nothing. Master wants a little word with him. Something about hope and stars."

"Morning..."

"Thranduil? What is it?"

"What's wrong elf? Shocked that one of your race are gone? There's nothing for it, you're never going to see him again. 'Sides what do you need him anyway, one less of you won't make much of a difference."

"My Lord?"

"Be silent."

"Thranduil?"

"I don't care if I have to turn Arda upside down, I will get my son back. Mark my words."

Some says the fate and the future are the same things, just spelt differently. Others says that they are two complete different things, intertwined at some point, but altogether separate. They are the two things we all tried to look for, or fight to change. One says that our futures are not set in stone; our fate will change as we move towards our future, changing it in the process. Another says that our fates will never fade; only hidden as we search to change the future we may have seen.

Fate is something clouded, hidden. Only blindingly charging into your future, and to your fate, can find it. Some futures are always changing as you move forward, but others, are set.

This is a story.

A dangerous story. A prophecy. A future, that is set.

It began after the dark lord Sauron is defeated and the One Ring is forgotten. The Last Alliance between elves and men are finished, lost. The wood-elves of Greenwood the Great retreated back into their forest after the death of their king and founder, Orephor. Rohan flourished while Gondor crumbled. The elves kept to themselves in their hidden valleys and vast forests, and began to fade into the myth and fables that circulated from men.

That's when the Stars are born.

Two stars, one for evening and one for dawn.

The Evenstar is the one that welcomed the night and its lights, the star that shines discreetly upon Arda, guiding lost souls through the plains of Middle Earth, to either their safety or their fate. The Morning Star is the iridescence that cut a swathe through the darkness of night, soft or otherwise, giving hope that a new day will come, it does not matter if the dawn is stained with red, a new day came, and with it, hope.

The Valar chose two elves, one from Imladris, the daughter of its lord. Fated to meet her true love for the price of immortality, to go through life and toil, to sadness and loss. Arwen Undomiel, the beloved Evenstar of her people. Loved by all, forgotten by none.

The Morning Star remained a tale of bed time stories amongst all. With the utmost exceptions of the elves in Mirkwood. He is destined for something far greater, but also far darker.

The star was a prince of Mirkwood. He was chosen when its trees were brighter than any light that could be produced by men, when they can still sing to the elves that often sat in their boughs. Then the prince was born, in the last ray of winter, where the first leaf of spring pushed from its branch. Their star, the elves all sang, and they honored him.

This is a story, a prophecy about the stars, about morning.

For the next thousand years, the prince grew. He became familiar with the bow and he soon became the best archer in all of Arda. The Valar crafted the two stars a jewel each. A spiraling thread woven into a leaf that cushioned a bright star for Evening. A piece of mithril etched around an arrow like shape, made by six green leaves that spelled the Morning's name.

The jewel of the Evenstar will eventually be given to a king, her love, as a reminder of the reason to fight. The gem for the Morning will be held as evidence, when he eventually becomes lost, for the wood-elves, for his father, to recognize their prince, even in a different form.

But peace is always a fragile thing, and soon a shadow cam to Greenwood, built itself a fortress in the south. Its evil began to poison its surroundings. The trees, the soil and eventually the land itself. The wood-elves fought back diligently, but could not hold back the shadow. They began to lose hope. For the next hundred odd years, the hope slipped through the hearts of the elves like flour form a sieve. Orcs and giant spiders began to cross their borders, keeping any outsiders away, but also trapping the elves in their beloved forest as well.

They looked to their prince, the Morning Star, for hope. He gave it to them, they all believed in him. They fought back with harder than ever before, the darkness wavered. The shadow was furious, and sought a way to destroy that precious hope.

He took the star away, twisted him to the shadow's own will, thinking to let him fight off his own people. The elves of Mirkwood were furious and attacked with even more vigor and strength. They finally drove the shadow away from their forest. But the cost was great, and the damage was done. Their beloved forests will never be the same again, and their beloved prince was never coming back.

This is the future that's set in stone. What happens after solely depended on the characters' choices. Life is merely a play; all the men are merely players, a very important play, where there are no rehearsals for the road ahead.

Speaking of plays, it would be a good idea to introduce you all to the main characters:

Crown prince of the Woodland Realm Mirkwood, the Morning Star of Arda. Legolas Thranduilion.

Agarlas Sardothien, one of the most feared and powerful beings in all of Middle earth, Sauron's Lieutenant.

They are one and the same. But which one will he choose. In the end.

"This is merely a choice to make. To go back or not."

"Will you allow it?"

"Choices are merely illusions. In this world, there is either kill or be killed, simple as that."

"I understand."

"You do not remember anything."

"Why should I?"

"Indeed...What have you forgotten, was the better statement."

"Not a single thing, Master."

A/N: God what was I thinking when I started another piece of writing? I still have one to finish up, one to type up and one to get it going. Still I am obsessed with Lord of the Rings. Can't get enough of it. Aragorn will play a big role in this.

Translations: Agarlas ~ Blood leaf

Sardothien was from Celaena Sardothien, main character from the The Throne of Glass series. Also an assassin, a seriously good novel.

I love the Morning Star thing, got my inspiration from The Stars of Arda Series. Really good writer and story.

I need a beta.

Reviews are welcome.

Does anyone know how to scan something? I actually drew a picture of the Morning Star's necklace. How do I get it on here?