*Disclaimer* I own none of the Lord Of The Rings Characters. I can only wish to own Legolas.

Authors Note: This is my first story that I have written, please read and review-I'm only going to put up this chapter for now and if people are satisfied with it-than I will post my next chapter. So please let me know what you think!

The rain drizzled down as they lowered her casket into the ground. Not many people showed up at the funeral, Zoe's grandmother did not have many friends, so her funeral was a very quiet and empty ceremony. It was than, that someone pulled Zoe over when she was retreating to her car. It was her grandmother's lawyer who was making sure that her last wishes on her will were being carried out. He pulled over and got out of his car, carrying a very large manila envelope he walked over to her and handed her the envelope. "This was left for you from your grandmother's will-she gave me careful instructions for you not to read it until you are officially 18" he said and walked back to his car. "That's odd, I turn 18 in 2 days, "she thought, "I suppose I can wait."

She walked into the apartment that she and her grandmother had shared-that's when reality fully struck her. "I have no one in this whole fucking world anymore "she cried into her pillow. Zoe's parents had died when she was very young and she was forced to live with her grandmother, who recently died of old age. She had no other family to turn to, only a few close friends who could never understand her pain anyway. Because of the fact that she was turning 18 in less than a week-the government allowed her to live by herself without putting her in foster care. That night, Zoe cried herself to sleep, trying to ease the pain away.

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2 days later

Zoe woke up with a start. She tore the covers off her and ran into the kitchen with a smile on her face. Just as quickly as her smile came-it faded. She looked around the kitchen and did not see anything special waiting for her. She almost forgot what happened two days ago. She quickly got dressed and was heading out the door when she remembered something. "How could I forget?" she thought to herself. She headed into her room and opened up the drawer on her night stand, and tore open the envelope. A few contents dropped out-a letter, a candle, a beautiful necklace, and a picture. She glanced at the picture-a happy couple holding a beautiful baby in their arms, she knew that this must be a picture of her parents holding her when she was very young. She held it close to her and started crying, "If only I knew why" she said to herself between sobs. She than picked up the letter which had unfamiliar handwriting, it read:

My Dear Zoe,

This is going to be difficult to tell you, but its something that I have to say otherwise it will haunt me for the rest of my life. Your father and I are not dead as your grandmother has told you. We are very much alive except in a different place than you would believe. We are in a lovely village called Mirkwood, which you won't be able to find on a map, my dear. Your father and I had to leave you under the care of your grandmother for certain reasons. It was too dangerous at the time to bring you to Mirkwood and too risky, we feared too much at the time you were born. We thought it would be best for you to stay with your grandmother until we figured something out. Finally, after much debate, we have decided to bring you to Mirkwood, if you wish to go. Please decide wisely-where as the rule is-once a person visits and decides to leave they can't ever come back again. Your father and I will understand if you wish not to stay with us but we do wish that you would at least come to visit-we feel terrible and we want to make up for lost time.

Please Zoe-we ask of you to understand the situation we were in almost 18 years ago and our decision still mocks us everyday that we think of you. If you wish to come to Mirkwood than tonight (the night of your 18th birthday) light the candle at exactly 11:59 and put on the necklace after lighting the candle. This may seem rather odd but it is the only way possible to come to Mirkwood. Zoe, we love you very much and hope to see you soon.

Love Always,

Mom and Dad

The writing seemed so unusual and weird, she thought it was some sick joke. After reading it a few times, she realized that it possibly couldn't be a sick joke-who would make this up? Definitely not her grandmother-she would never do that. Zoe knew what she had to do-with a self-conscious smile-she looked at herself in the mirror. "Will they like me? no no no Will they love me?" she thought to herself. She quickly left the room with a new mission to tackle.