Disclaimer: I do not own Lord Of The Rings. It's a great book, and a great movie, and I'm really annoyed that there's not more of them. This story is a LegolasxOC... Enjoy :)
Random Quote:"I'm knot a blonde! I'm knot! I'm knot! I'm knot!" ~Dancer~
All you could hear through the gigantic halls were the heels of boots, clicking along the marbled floor. The girl wore black leggings, tan hide boots that went up to her knees, a white undershirt, with a black lace up corset over the top. Her auburn hair was braided in two braids on the side of her head, and reached down to her waist. Her emerald green eyes, stood out against her pale, fair skin. Black, dark eyelashes surrounded them, to make them pop out even more. But this girl wasn't human. She was different. But then again, different in this world was normal. This girl was an elf. Not just any elf. An elven princess.
"Akrial!" a voice called. The girl looked over her shoulder, to see her brother running to catch up with her. Her brother and her, looked nothing alike, and were completely the opposite of the other. Unlike the emerald green eyes, her brother had a startling icy blue. Her hair was a delicate auburn, whereas the brother's was blonde.
"Maklaus! What is it? What has got you in such a hurry?" she asked, as she turned toward him.
"We are needed in Rivlord's Forest." He replied urgently. The girl looked toward her brother. Her eyes widened, as she searched her brother's eyes to search for at least some sort of expansion of truth. The girl nodded, and started to run toward the stables. Multiple thoughts ran through her head. What would happen to her home, her people? Why were they needed? She pushed these thoughts aside, as she ran up to her chestnut horse, with four white socks, and a blaze on its face. She jumped onto the horse's back, as the stable-hand handed her, her bow, arrows and two small throwing daggers. She put them where they belonged, then dug her heels into the horse's sides. The horse did a small rear, then took off out of the stables, down a pathway, shielded by trees, and into the forest.
She could hear the familiar clang of the sword, and the twangs of arrows as they were released, and trusted her instincts. The guards and her brother ran behind her, as she lead them into a dangerous battle. This could be the start of something new. The start of an adventure.
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