A/N. This is sort of an OC story, Give it a chance and, if you like it R&R because that's what makes me write! She will be paired up with someone, and you get to choose who you want her to be with! Enjoy, R&R.
No one has heard from her for many years, so long that many have forgotten, but some never forget. Nor do they forgive.
She left only one behind; her brother. Though, he has got on with his life, becoming the man she knew he would be, and having adventures of his own.
Her mother died giving birth to her, and her birthday was only known for the death of the queen. There would be no celebration, only mourning. Mourning for the loss of the person once loved by thousands and the person who won the heart of the King, Thranduil. She wished that people would visit and celebrate her birth, recieve presents and smile, just smile for once. But, no, she would stay in her room and try to remember the one who loved her even before she was born. Just try and remember any little details about her mother, but, every year all her efforts were in vain.
Her father only thought of her as the one who his wife gave her life for. She never had the chance to even smile at her mother before she was rapidly taken away from her. Her Mother never saw her first steps, not her first words. Only the maid saw them, for when her father looked upon her, all he saw was what he lost that day, not what he gained. He gained a child, one that would fight for what she believed in and wouldn't back down.
No one speaks of the lost Queen; no one has the heart to. Ever since, her father has been in mourning, never giving out love to either of the children in fear that they will be taken away from him and his heart will be broken again. That has made many of his decisions foolish and foolhardy, many she would remember for the rest of her life and wish that she could change.
Thranduil could only see the Queen when he looked upon the face of his daughter. She had light brown hair, a trait she received from her mother, unlike Legolas who got the gene of fair hair from his father. She had sea blue eyes that could see into the soul, much like her father; her stare was unnerving, but not unwanted.
She was short for an elf, much shorter than any elf he had ever seen. Ever since she was a baby she had been small, many mistook her for a doll. He face was heart-shaped, and he figure was small, dainty even. But her heart was large and many animals of Mirkwood had found a place in it, as well as many people for they had been captivated by her Elvish beauty. Though, many did think she was just a pretty face, sitting next to the King and smiling when necessary. That's how she thought herself to be, and she'd had enough of being that.
When she was young, and her father had taken Legolas to visit Rivendell, she took her chance and ran. Only taking her bow and sword with her, and little food that would only last her a few days. She took her steed, Lissësúl and rode until his legs could stand no more. She didn't want to be found and, therefore, never was.
She hid, travelled from town to town. Stayed with many a type and kept on moving, never stopping, never slowing, and never looking back. Not looking back, in a hope that her past wouldn't catch up with her and hit her on the hind.
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On this normal Monday, Monday the 25th to be exact, something strange happened. There was a man at the bar in the 'Rose and Thorns' pub in Hobbiton, drinking a vial of liquor, though it had almost no effect on him; his sight was as sharp as ever. When another man walked in- no it was not a man, more a wizard to be exact.
The Hobbits behind the bar smiled kindly at him as he walked in, though inwardly they were reeling. He ducked under the door frame, catching the tip of his hat of the frame and asked for a drink.
The bartender poured him a small glass of red wine, and then filled up the regular beside the wizard with the alcohol concoction. The man nodded and chucked the money onto the counter whilst the wizard studied him.
The man had a dark green- almost black- cloak over his face, hiding all of his features from the eyes. Though brown hair peeked out from the corners of the cloak, almost reaching his shoulders. His hands were calloused, most likely from years of work and his boots were muddy. Everything else was hidden from sight.
"Found something you're looking for?" The wizard was pulled from his thoughts when a gruff voice spoke.
It was the man next to him, though he didn't look at the wizard when he spoke. He put another glass of the foul liquid to his mouth behind the cloak and drank.
"That depends…" The wizard replied.
"On what, wizard?"
The wizard chuckled. "You may call me Gandalf." The glass paused halfway towards the man's lips, hand stilled and face unreadable behind the cloak. In one swift motion, the glass continued towards his lips, the liquid emptied from the glass, and was placed roughly back onto the table.
"Nother' one, Mira." The man spoke to the barmaid.
"I'm looking for someone to share an adventure..." Gandalf explained.
"What's that to do with me?" He spoke and drank another shot.
"More than you can understand…." The man fiddled with his drink, uninterested. "There's gold involved."
The man put down his empty shot glass and tilted his head.
"I'm listening…"
A/N. So what did you think, hmm? Constructive criticism is always helpful and the nice review is always appreciated! Review for more, my lovely's! You can start telling me who you want her to be with, or can review for more chapters! Who is this strange man that Gandalf is talking to? Review!