Author's Note:

I got the inspiration for this story by walking through the forest with my family! Please leave reviews. I really want to know what you readers think of my story!

Chapter one

Anya walked through the forest with her parents and her two brothers. Her parents were behind her and her brothers were in front of her. As the family passed a side path Anya wondered what was down there. She remembered how her mom had told her to stay to the right.

" This path is on the right." Anya said to herself. " It wouldn't hurt for me to step down there for a few minutes and check it out."

" Anya, we're going this way." Anya's older brother called.

" Okay." She said as she ran carefully down the other path. It took her into a tiny wooded hollow where the trees grew even thicker and underbrush was everywhere.

Anya trekked through the underbrush for a minute. She looked down at her blue sneakers and realized they were not the best shoes to go exploring in. She looked up at the pale blue sky which was barely showing through the tops of the trees. She wasn't watching where she was going and she fell into a pit and lost consciousness.

When Anya awoke it was too dark to see anything. The girl stood and looked around, she saw a tunnel in one side of the pit. She walked into the tunnel and noticed a light at the end of it.

" Am I dead." She wondered.

She walked to the end of the tunnel and came out into a very dense forest that was thick with trees and very dark.

" I'm not dead." Anya said quietly. Then she noticed she wasn't speaking English but a strange melodic language. " It almost sounds like elvish."

The girl looked to her feet and noticed she was no longer wearing sneakers but brown lace up boots. She let her eyes travel up her legs and saw she was wearing green-brown leather pants and a knee length dark green hunting dress. She looked to her arms and saw the same green on her sleeves. At her wrists and to her elbows were dark brown leather cuffs with strange elvish patterns. She also wore a leather vest-like article with a closed front and a belt. Anya reached her hand behind her back and felt a bow and quiver. She took the bow and looked at it. It was dark brown and had gold leaves around the middle. She put the bow away and pulled out an arrow. She examined the arrow and saw that it looked a lot like Legolas's arrow.

" But Legolas is fictional." Anya thought.

She reached to her back again and pulled out two identical knives with beautiful silver blades and red-brown wooden handles. She spun the knives around and then realized that she didn't know how to do that. She put the knives back and then heard voices.

" Ada, why can I not go?" A soft, young, male voice said.

" Your place is here, Legolas." Said a deeper, firmer male voice.

" Legolas and Thranduil?" Anya thought as she crept towards the voices.

As she peered out from behind the bushes she realized she had been teleported to Mirkwood in Middle Earth.

" Why can't I go colonize Ithilien?" Legolas asked again.

" I have already told you," Thranduil said firmly, " Your place is here!"

Anya realized she was in Mirkwood after the war of the ring. She sighed with relief and then realized that was a big mistake. Both elves looked in her direction and she ducked.

" I believe we have a spy." Thranduil whispered to Legolas.

Legolas leaped nimbly over the brush and jumped at Anya. She screamed.

" Don't worry, Ada, it's just an elf that we have never seen before,"

" I'm an elf?" Anya thought as she lifted her hand to her ear. Sure enough she felt a dull point.

" Epic!" She thought.

Just then she noticed Thranduil was coming towards her. She stood and began to panic inside.

" I need an elvish name!" She thought quickly.

"What is your name?" Thranduil demanded.

" I am Salabel." Anya said as she curtsied.

" Ah, you know when a king is speaking to you, Salabel." Thranduil said.

" Yes, your majesty."

" Where are you from?" Thranduil asked.

" Rivendell." Anya said.

" Who's daughter are you?" The king wondered.

" My father died before I was born, your majesty, my mother is Lestil, she departed for the undying lands many years ago." Anya answered, making up her family history as she went.

" What is your race?" Thranduil asked.

" Elf."

" No, the other one."

" Oh, Sindarian, your majesty." Anya answered.

" Legolas, show Salabel to the palace." Thranduil ordered.

" Yes, Ada." Legolas replied.

Legolas walked towards the palace and Anya followed, she was thinking about what had just happened.

Once they reached the palace Legolas opened the doors and showed Anya inside.

The palace was beautiful with intricately carved pillars and many stairs leading to many rooms.

" Where are we going, your highness?" Anya asked Legolas.

" Please, call me Legolas. And I am taking you to your chambers."

" My chambers?" Anya asked.

" Yes, any elf Ada thinks is eligible is treated like a princess."

" Eligible for what?" Anya asked.

" For marriage." Legolas said.

" Marriage?" Any asked.

Legolas gave a long answer as they walked through the palace but Anya heard none of it. She was too busy thinking about how she wanted to marry Legolas and how that dream was a lot closer.

It was that evening, Anya was in her chambers. A few minutes before some servants had brought a beautiful blue dress for Anya to wear and they were now putting it on her. Once they had done up the tiny silver clasps going up the bodice of the dress they had placed a beautiful silver diadem on Anya's smooth raven black hair. Then the servants left and Anya was alone to her thoughts until there was another knock at the door.

" Come in." Anya said.

In walked a tall prince with light blonde hair and grey eyes. He had a slight resemblance to Thranduil but certainly was not him. He was rather not handsome but merely somewhat cute.

" I am Prince Lavanor, the heir to the throne. I suppose my brother told you about us?"

" N-no." Anya choked.

" Oh, well, any eligible young lady is treated finely so than one day very soon I can marry her. You happen to be the only young lady who has stayed to this point. Most want to be in love with my brother Legolas."

" Uh, well he is quiet attractive." Anya answered.

" Yes, nobody ever tells me that." Lavanor said.

" Well, it isn't good to lie." Anya said.

The prince rolled his eyes.

" They tell me your name is Salabel." Lavanor said.

" Yes." Anya said.

" I am to escort you to the festival of starlight." He stood and offered his arm. She stood and took it.

As they walked outside Anya thought about the older prince. He kind of reminded her of James Norrington from Pirates of the Caribbean.

TBC