WARNING: This is a FANFICTION meaning it is a FICTIONAL piece to do with an already written piece written by a FAN. It is a variation of the story, not the actual story. So there are obvious clashes if you look hard, or just know the story really well, but as this is my story then it's ok, otherwise it wouldn't be mine.
Having said that, I do not own any character's other than Seloriel. Most of this is just the movie written down and added to with the addition of my character. Tolkien is still, to my knowledge, the owner of Lord of the Rings: Return of the King. I do not own anything you recognise as the script of the movie, no matter how much I may wish that weren't true, it is.
Now, finally, if you actually bothered to read this, congrats, I probably wouldn't have. ON WITH THE STORY!
'Mother, can I go out into the woods again? I won't go far!' a young elven boy pleaded.
'But of course, Legolas. But do remember, no hunting, and take the knife your father left you encase you get into any trouble' his mother, Larana, replied. Her beautiful blonde hair swaying as she turned to look at her eight year old child, pride evident in her eyes.
Legolas grinned joyfully at his mother's answer and picked up the small sword that was only just too large to be called a dagger and ran out the door.
He played in the woods for hours on end. Climbing trees and tracking animals. He even tried to practice his sword work. He had always been better with a bow and arrow than with a sword, but he found that after his father had passed away, leaving him both archery weapons and swords, it would be worthwhile to try and learn both crafts.
'You know, it would probably work better if you were to have a partner!' a voice called down from a nearby tree, scaring Legolas.
'Who are you? I've never seen you before!' Legolas exclaimed, getting his sword out encase he needed it.
'There's no need for that!' the girl said as if it were obvious. She stood up on the branch she had been sitting on, made the palms of her hands face downwards and floated down to the ground, leaving Legolas in awe. 'I can not tell you my name, nor too much as to who I am, due to being forbidden to do so. I can say that I am here for a few days to visit my grandmother who lives in the palace.'
Legolas stared at her amazed. He had never seem someone do anything like what this girl had just done, it must have been magic! But not only had her skill amazed him, he thought of her as truly beautiful. Her long wavy mauve hair, was neatly done in an elvish style with most of it hanging down but some of it entwined in a tiara-like headpiece. Her purple eyes were stunning, never before had he seen an elf like her. He had only ever seen elves with blonde, brown and the rarely black hair, never mauve! She wore a very elegant and expensive dress of purple and mauve to match her hair and eyes.
'Well, who would you be then?' she asks.
'Legolas, miss, my name is Legolas' he replied making her scowl.
'Do not call me miss! I hate it when people do that! Who is to say that I may be 'better' than anyone else? Ah!' she cried, obviously angered. When she had seemed to calm down, only a moment later she asked 'Would you like to practice with me then?'
'Um, do you know how to use a sword?' Legolas asked wearily.
'If I did not, would I be asking you to practice with me?' she replied taking out her sword from her belt and preparing herself.
They played for hours, the girl winning most of the times, until a beautiful elder elf came. As soon as Legolas saw her he stopped and bowed at her, causing the girl to notice who had come.
'Ah! There you are my dear! We have a wonderful dinner feast for you. You are going to meet your uncle and aunt, whom you are to stay with from now onwards. Please be up in the main dinning room as soon as possible.' she said before turning and leaving. On her way she turned back and said 'And good day to you young Legolas' before continuing on her way.
'Well it would seem I have to go. It was much fun to be with you, Legolas. I am sure we will meet again sometime in the future' the girl said with a polite bow.
Legolas just stood there stunned. 'You know Lady Galadriel?'
'Well, of course I do! I trust you to not tell anyone this, but she's my grandmother. Oh, and by the way my name is Seloriel. Thank you for spending time with me this afternoon!' she said. She walked towards Legolas and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek then turned and skipped all the way to dinner.
Neither of them forgot this day, it remained in both their hearts.
The both grew up in separate worlds, Legolas remained with the tree folk and Seloriel was brought up by her uncle and aunt. Her aunt died giving birth to her only child, a beautiful girl by the name of Arwen, who became a good friend of Seloriel's. It would be many decades until Seloriel and Legolas were to see each other again.