Disclaimer: Well yet another great story I have churned out for the reading public, teehee! I thought I'd try something a bit different, so here we have a Legolas/OC Fic! I have to stress before you start to read and review *hint hint* that this story if set before the Lord of the Rings trilogy! Enjoy …

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Chapter 1: Peaceful Mirkwood

Love is funny emotion, one minute you feel complete, that happy floating feeling. Then all of a sudden you can feel a great sadness that a part of you is missing. But what happens if the one you love and cherish leaves you forever? Just as you are beginning that journey, it ends just as quickly.

This is a story about sacrifices and choice. But most importantly:

How love conquers all

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A blood red sky rises, and war has begun. This will be not the first night that innocent blood is spilt upon the land. Yet a part of the world remains untouched, it's beauty preserved, unmoved by the previous nights events. In the woods of Mirkwood, an elf with the fairest of hair, and azure blue eyes, sat beneath a willow tree deep in thought. Everything was still; the only sound was the faint rustling of the leaves on trees in the gentle breeze. The grass was rippling as if it was water, shimmering and swaying. Then he heard it, faint footsteps gradually getting louder as they reached their destination.

"Prince Legolas, the King requests that you return to the palace. There is some dreadful news to be told."

Legolas turned to face the voice, and was confronted with his father messenger. He had the Elvish trademark of long white hair, which was glimmering in the fading sunlight, his eyes were pale blue and were filled with fright.

"What is wrong, Angrod?" Asked Legolas, standing up.

"The King says that I must not tell you," Panted Angrod, "he wishes your company immediately."

"Very well, if it is urgent." He sighed.

Legolas followed Angrod reluctantly from the tranquil place underneath the willow tree. They made their way to King Thranduil's Court, which was not a place that Legolas often attended. Legolas and his father had never been very close, Legolas preferred to be alone with nature. While the King often threw extravagant feasts, which in Legolas' opinion were quite tedious affairs. They crossed a bridge, the water flowed dark and swift beneath them, and at the far end of the river were gates before the mouth of a huge cave, which ran along a steep slope covered in trees. Angrod opened the great gates, and they closed behind them with a clang.

The inside passages were lit with dim red torchlight, and they walked along the twisted, criss-crossing their footsteps echoing on the cold stone floor. They turned a corner and were facing a large wooden door.

"The King is waiting for you, my Lord." Said Angrod.

"Thank you, Angrod, you may go."

Angrod bowed deeply, and turned the corner his footsteps dying away slowly. Legolas sighed deeply, and a great sense of foreboding had engulfed him. Which wasn't all that uncommon when he was faced with a meeting in his fathers company. He pushed open the giant doors, and in a great hall with pillars carved out of the stone living stone sat King Thranduil on a chair carved out of wood. On his head he wore a crown of red berries and leaves, reflecting the autumn which was quickly approaching.

"Ah child, my messenger has found you at last. You see it fit only now to return to your fathers hall." Said the King softly.

Legolas did not reply, he knew that his father would get bored of taunting him after a while.

"Putting your absence aside, we have more urgent matters to discuss Legolas," said the King, waving an impatient hand at Legolas, "word reached my ear last night that the Goblin rebellion has started. They led a great attack on the realm of Lothlorien, and many of their finest warriors were killed."

"But how did the Goblins escape from our stronghold? We had the place surrounded!" Replied Legolas, feeling more worried than he was letting on.

"We did, but about a month ago they began to grow stronger," said the King suddenly looking disgusted with himself, "and like a fool I ignored them."

"What is to happen now?"

"We must stop these creature before they attack Rivendell and Mirkwood," sighed the King, "Legolas, they are taking revenge on the elves that kept them imprisoned. They will not stop until every last one of us is dead!"

"We must fight them?" Asked Legolas sounding shocked.

"Well we are not going to try and talk them out of it, Legolas!" The King answered in a very angry tone, "My boy, use your sense. We must join the armies of Rivendell and Mirkwood together."

"But I thought we were going to use peaceful negotiations." Said Legolas, frowning at his father.

"Peaceful negotiations!" Cried the King, "Legolas there is not time for peaceful negotiations, they will not want to sit down and talk! No, we must fight them, and that is why I have summoned you here."

"And pray tell, why is that?" Said Legolas, starting to become impatient.

"I want you to lead the army of Mirkwood into battle, I want to go to Rivendell and represent us. Nothing else will defeat them, we have to defeat them before they defeat us."

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Author's note: Well there you have it, now please read and review! Good or bad, I don't mind (well not too bad)!!