Our story starts in a unusual way. It starts with a necklace, moonstone to be exact. Forged and cut on the day of a birth, two births actually. One belonged to the King of greenwood, his wife giving birth to a bouncing baby boy and the other belonged to a dear friend of his whose wife birthed a giggling baby girl. The prince, opening his eyes to stare with bright blue eyes; The girl opened hers to reveal emerald green eyes that held the shine of a million stars.

This had been when the moonstone was involved, Given to the baby girl by the king of greenwood as a symbol of betrothal. When she was older, she would wed his son; who better to trust than the daughter of the elf he was closest to?

But happiness was not to last. It had been on their travels around middle earth that they had been attacked by Orcs, Desperate to protect their only child; they sent her away, through time, through the stars and into a world where magic was deemed a mere illusion. Little Kaonnalia was safe in another land and the king and his son would not have known if it hadn't been for his wounded friend. Stumbling through greenwood with such a wound was a struggle but little Legola needed to know that he wouldn't see his friend for a long while to come.

Legolas was distraught at the news. Over the years since their birth, the two elven children were hardly ever apart. They played together and watched the guards train with a little mischievous twist to it. King Thranduil was just as upset, having watched the rest of his friends life drain away before his eyes pained him greatly; And the order was set. The guards were to keep an eye for Kaonnalia across the years to come, in case, just by chance- she might come wandering home.

Across the stars, Kaonnalia was asleep and found in the trunk of a willow tree. Abigail and Mason Bennett were taking a leisurely stroll when they came across the sleeping child, strange to see her abandoned in a tree that looked like it had a chunk blown out of it; they took the child in and cared for her, naming her Willow. And over the years, Willow took to the name and forgot about where she had come from; the only thing she had to remind her about any past life, was the moonstone necklace around her neck.

Willow was loved dearly, by the parents who found her and the two twin boys they had just been gifted with. The children get along famously and Willow loved them all, though of course sometimes they did annoy her to high heaven but she never stayed angry for long.

Then it came. When Willow was eighteen when she fell ill, a bruise on her arm that just would not heal; Paranoia set in and she was taken to the hospital. The news given was not what they wanted to hear, after Doctors analysed the test's they had done, they noticed something not right between Willow's red and white blood cells and she was diagnosed with Leukemia.

it was painful, the treatment, watching her hair fall out. It was her favourite thing about herself, the brown hair that came to her waist had been cut and now only just fell past her jaw line. Green eyes that once held stars were now dead, dull and blank. It pained everyone around her to see her this way, and she hardly ever smiled either.

Willow was dying and she knew it, her family and friends only continued to deny it and continued to think she would get better. Willow was 21 when she decided she wanted nothing more than to get out of the hospital. It was winter and cold but she couldn't get any colder than she already was. Clothes had been left for her and if she was going to die, she would die looking somewhat good.

Blue jeans and one red wooly long sleeved cropped shirt, around her neck still laid the moonstone necklace. Willow walked throughout the hospital, the nurses hardly paying attention since she wandered about all the time and none of them noticed her wandering through the exit.

The cold air bit at her pale skin, sunken eyes lifted a bit and the corners of her lips turned up a little; she hadn't been outside in show for quite the while. Despite the cold and lack of warm furry boots, Willow trailed further into the gardens of the hospital in the white snow.

She could feel herself slowing but she didn't stop. She wanted to be out here, she wanted to feel the bite of cold air and frozen water as it fell from the grey sky. Willow smiled at the feeling inside her, for once she didn't feel so upset or ill; it was just peaceful.

Willow wished she had her hair for the snow to fall on, but instead she wore a green wooly hat to cover the bald scalp that was her head. Willows knees then gave out, sending her to the 10 inches of snow under her, it was the largest amount of snow that england had ever had settled and many people were unable to leave the house.

Willows legs became numb, she started shivering but it wasn't anything she hated felt before. It was more the fact that she could feel herself slipping - and it wasn't because of the cold. Swaying back and forth for a couple of moments before the rest of her went tumbling to the snow, Willow closed her eyes and waited for the warm embrace of death.

She did not expect to open her eyes to a dark night sky.

Eyebrows furrowed in confusion, she realised she was laying in grass and sat up. Looking around her at the vast green field with various doors in the hills, she opened her mouth to call out but instead closed it in better judgement that maybe - just maybe- there might be unfriendly beings about. Night time was not the time for adventures in a strange land you just woke up in.

So instead she got to her feet, realising she was somewhat taller than before and looking down to see she was still wearing her jeans and wooly cropped shirt; pawing at her forehead and she felt the hat present, though it did feel a little heavy. Then, Willow started her confused wander through the land, it was as though something was calling her somewhere; drawing her in.

Willow stopped when she came to a certain door. The light on inside and it looked like something was going on, against the better judgement, Willow waltzed up and knocked on the door. She waited a few moments, glad that she always wore a sports bra in case she needed to run, and prepared to turn away, until it opened.

What greeted her was a small man, large hairy feet but an overall kind face and he looked just as confused as she did.

''Hello''

Another story by me. A better legolas one than a previous one i had written. XD hope you enjoy it.