Notes:

I do not own most of the characters and all places. Wiedzmin Geralt of Rivia is a character formed by Andrzej Sapkowski a polish fantasy writer, whom I often find better then Tolkien. So if any of you ever get the chance to read the wiedzmin series in English - DO! (its 7 books). Nenneke is also a character from Sapkowski. She's a preacher (or a monk or whatever) of the Melitele goddess. Iola is one of the younger preachers.

I think I have to take a moment to describe what a wiedzmin is, as I have no knowledge of this profession appearing in any English language book, therefore I don't even try to translate it into English. In a simple language: Small boys are kidnapped from their parents and go through very hard training. They have to pass many tests, about 6/10 only survive. They become sort of mutants, practically unable to feel. They have very very fast reflexes, and are outstanding warriors as they fight mostly subconsciously. Wiedzmins work as monster killers. They kill monsters like (well I would have to get into Sapkowski even more here) .. Never mind. They don't kill creatures they consider not evil or too intelligent like dragons (well they usually don't). So they get paid for that. And that in short is what a wiedzmin is and does.

About Geralt: he survived a test that killed the rest of the to be wiedzmins in his year. He seems to be in love in the books so he might, might be capable of feeling.

Sorry about this, however Tolkien's human characters lack the richness of Sapkowski's ones. Wiedzmin is only there rarely, so forgive me however I cannot write a story without him.. He's so wicked:D(

About me: English is my second language so do forgive all the mistakes.

Chapter 1

She pulled out her sword, and slowly approached the thief from the left. He watched her very carefully. Any unexpected move would end in screams and swift, fast attacks from either side. Her eyes glittered. She loved this life. Now she was not a princess, she was a worrier (well, of some sort at least). Naya was her name, and she will fight dragons one day. The unexpected move broke her thoughts. She arched her back and flew her sword high into the air. She hit. Her sword was faster then the thief's feet. He fell. His knife shot out and hit her ankle. She tripped. Swish, an arrow shot out from behind her. It hit the thief in his right arm. He dropped the knife. Suddenly she felt someone lifting her. She looked up and saw blue eyes staring at her with worry and surprise, but in a worm soft way.

"Well if it isn't princess Nerayen herself?" the eyes showed mocking laughter

"Yes, yes, yes, never mind, err, who are-" he smiled once again at her hesitation "Prince Legolas!"

"Maybe" as he spoke his voice was mocking like his eyes, as well as pleasant and laid-back. She looked around, and realised he was still holding her. Nerayen straightened out and stiffened.

"Well thank you very much for your help Your highness" she hesitated " Goodbye then." He took a step back

"Already?" Her hesitation deepened. Well why not? She thought. She could spend some time with another elf. She often missed elfish company - their beauty and jokes. She liked the Prince, at least she used to when she was only a small elf. And Humans were sometimes so simple; it would be nice to spend some time with Legolas.

"Well, how ungrateful of me, I don't have much to offer, but I can buy your highness a beer, or whatever you prefer" Legolas smiled and looked back at a man standing behind him. He was a man, surely no elf and no other specie. He was tall and well built with long white hair, which looked quite weird indeed. He seemed like a man of many adventures. He was carrying two swords. One was on his back, which was an extremely weird place to hold a sword.

"Sure, but you see I am here with a friend. This is Geralt. Geralt this is princess Nerayen of Lothlorien"

"Not Nerayen, please call me Naya around here, and no princess, not anymore." Her eyes somehow darkened and saddened "Pleasure to meet you Geralt, a true wiedzmin my, my" She smiled.

The inn was crowded. They managed to find a spot quite far away form most curious ears. So they started their drinking. Legolas restrained himself to only a couple of glasses of hideous wine that was served in the inn. However, Geralt and Naya (now, nor Nerayen, nor a princess) drank quite a lot of beer. Geralt seemed to be a quiet figure, however he did share a couple of stories. Legolas filled Wiedzmin's silence with his adventures. The evening was rolling.

"So what do you say, maybe you could join us?" Legolas asked, his face a little red from the wine.

"Well, I don't know, you see I like it alone"

"Totally understand that" Geralt did not seem so eager to take a female with him. She seemed all right with the sword, but she was no genius, and taking Legolas was also a step away from his plans and rules.

"Alright, both of you don't be so excited about the idea." He paused, his eyes seemed sad.

"Well we are going to see Nenneke, and I wish to leave her abbey alone. So we can all go there and the split, it could be interesting" Geralt smiled. It was an ugly wicked smile, a little sarcastic in look. Legolas looked at Naya, his eyes seemed to say: please say yes it'll be fun. Her mind seemed to think the same. She was worried that too much time spent with an elf can lead her to missing Lothlorien, however she could not resist the feeling that this may turn out to be the adventure of her life, especially with a wiedzmin on board.

"Alright then, don't know who Nenneke is and where her abbey is but something tells me this is what I should do so you're on!" They cheered, drank another beer (or another glass of wine for Legolas), and spent the rest of the evening discussing politics and how all politicians are idiots or thieves. Joining the elfish company with human conversations was something she has never experienced. Her eyes often shot to Legolas; he was so good to have around. Somehow his presence made her feel safer. The Prince. She remembered her childhood, and dancing courses spent in Mirkwood. There she met little Legolas, yes now she remembered she used to call him Len. They could not be separated and often fought about different issues during theory classes. Galadriel ones said to the Mirkwood king that they seem like a lovely pair. Well, childhood was fun, so was being just about of age. But, now she wanted something more, she wanted to do something with her life, and Legolas seems like a perfect companion.

Meanwhile Legolas was stunned. Princess Nerayen of Lothlorien, used to be cute and fun. Now she was the most extraordinary elf he had very met. Beautiful, passionate and rough. Not a princess? He wondered why. If it was only about her running away, he could understand. He sometimes hated being a Prince as well, and being a Prince meant you could sometimes leave and have some fun in the human world, being a princess meant nothing like that.

She woke up with a start. "Ouch, Too much beer that's for sure." She was in between Geralt and Legolas. They seemed to be awaking as well. "Well, well am I not the luckiest elf on earth, between a Prince and a dangerous man" she laughed; however her head seemed to protest to all happiness.

"We better head off, its around 6, quite late" Geralt got up. He was shirtless and well stunning. Scars made him look even more manly; somehow this made Naya want to hug him. "Oh, well motherly feelings, why me?" she thought. Legolas jumped out of bed, he seemed fresh and happy.

"Out, my Lady!" he pulled her out of bed.

"Call me Lady, and harass that makes sense" they both laughed.

The trip to Nenneke was surely fun. They didn't fight anyone on the way, which both Geralt and Legolas found rather odd, and Naya found disappointing. She could only blame herself as she found all disputes stupid enough to solve them with reasonable conversations.

"I'll be out of practice soon, you are killing my reflexes" Geralt teased Naya.

"Seriously, fighting over a prostitute!"

"I thought she was worth it" Legolas teased her further.

"Seriously, Prince Legolas of Mirkwood found a human prostitute worth it! What a laugh!" So it was. Riding one horse with Legolas bonded them. They spoke quietly as they rode slowly. Spoke of dreams and failures. The physical closeness did not seem awkward at all. Naya felt happy, and most of all safe. Legolas felt acceptance, something he has rarely felt back home.

Nenneke was a chubby Lady, guarding an abbey full of beautiful but silent younger preacher.

"Look at you Geralt, I will kill you myself one of these days. What's that scar on your neck, for the goodness of Melitele, you are unbelievable. Iola come here and do something about him. Oh Melitele!" she rushed a small young girl of about 20 toward Geralt. He took her by the hand "Its wonderful to see you again Iola" he smiled with his ugly smile, and they left.

"Now, you must be Legolas. I do not know of you my child," she looked at Naya

"Melitele, what have they done to you, you're all filthy. Wait a minute I've had a messenger form Rivendell, so you must be Nerayen. Good Melitele, what is up with these young elves these days?"

"It is lovely to meet you wise Nenneke, I've heard so much about you!" Legolas bowed "Much respect to you and goddess Melitele" To that Nenneke's look set on Legolas softened.

"Oh, well dear children, of course you may stay as long as you want to. Are you travelling together?"

"Oh no, well together but not together" Naya hesitated. Legolas showed mocking laughter in his eyes again, then they turned worm as he noticed how much Naya needs the support now.

"We are travelling together indeed and so could we get chambers close to each other?"

"Of course, Masi!" another young girl showed up "take these two to the northern wing, and set them close to each other"

"You are my saviour your highness" Naya whispered as they walked silently behind the girl. Legolas smiled "I wish I was" he thought.

Days passed. The abbey was a silent place, which didn't seem to bend to time. Legolas and Naya spent most for their time walking and reading books from the abbey's library. The deeds of the preachers of Melitele were fascinating. Geralt spent most of his time talking to Iola. Naya found it quite weird as Iola vowed never to speak, so most of their conversations were monologues. However, Geralt seemed to understand Iola no problem, and even to like her silence.

On the day before the last, Naya and Legolas took their favourite book and decided to read it in one of the 7 gardens, which was almost like a wild meadow. They chose a spot under a great tree. The tree let out violet-red flowers, and even Legolas could not recall ever seeing one as such. Geralt, Nenneke and Iola were watching them from the balcony of the main preachers chamber.

"What are you planning to do with them?" Nenneke eyed the young elves.

"I think I'll take them with me, we'll be close to Rivendell, maybe they'll think of going home. They should consider it but I don't think any kind of conversation could do that." Geralt looked at them as well and smiled, however his ugly smile was sad not wicked. He felt he has to do something. This was not the kind of stuff he was used to doing. He was a wiedzmin not a matchmaker.

"Ah, the young ones, when will they see." Nenneke looked at Geralt, she seemed to be talking not only to him but about him as well. She left with a short goodbye.

"You see Iola, I don't think I can handle this, I can't even handle my own issues" Iola only smiled, took his hand and led him to his bedroom.

Legolas was reading. The common language was nothing like elfish but the stories were fascinating enough to make up for that. They were sitting in the shade of the unknown tree. Legolases left arm around Naya. She was dozing off. The warmth of the air, the smell of the garden, the sweet voice in her ear. She could just sit there forever. Listening to Legolases soft singing voice. The day went on.

"I want to give you something" she opened her eyes, and looked straight into his. She actually thought for a second there that this elf is something amazing. That she could want him for more than just a friend. The thought did not scare her, but she didn't feel like holding onto it so she let it go, easily.

"As long as its not one of your hair." He smiled.

"I guess I have to think of something else then, wait a few moments" silence fell; she punched him in the stomach.

"Alright what is it then, come on?" He pulled out a beautifully carved stick made of red wood, unknown to Naya.

"What is this" she was so surprised, where did he get it? How? He remembered?

"Well, it is you birthday, and I thought, well you said your biggest dream is not to be a warrior but a wizard" He almost kissed her then. He had thoughts like these lately. Everything was so beautiful. He told himself once again, that this was only the influence of the setting. But if so then how come he hasn't thought of another woman lately? Her disturbing thoughts came back as well. All she did was kissed him on the forehead with the words "Thank you Len". Her calling him that again was more than a thousand thanks in the most beautiful poems written in elfish