(A/N) Hey people! I'm back! Yeah, Yeah I know……this is most likely a HORRIBLE Mary-Sue and I apologize. Sorry! DON'T KILL ME!

Disclaimer: I am indebted to Prof. Tolkein, the true Lord of the Rings! Maris, Jamiel, Rosie, and anyone else you don't recognize is a product of my disturbed, strange, and twisted mind. J Oh yeah…..and LEGOLAS IS MINE! Legolas: "ummmm…..no! I belong to ---" Me: " Nobody needs to know that…." So on with the Story……. O yeah…one more thing…..//……\\ means Sindarian because I can't spell or really construct proper sentences and have no wish to mangle Prof. Tolkein's great works. I apologize to those who first read my story when it was in a block. I did type it in paragraphs so here it is!

~ Maris

Ch.1 Dreams

Rosie's heart leapt within her. As she drowned in his piercing blue gaze all she could think about was who this mysterious stranger could be. "Rosie! Earth to Rosie!" Her older sister Elanor laughed. "You've been daydreaming all day! Besides, Papa says we're going to have very important visitors at Bag End so you'll just have to quit your daydreams and come back down to reality."

As Elanor sauntered away, Rosie reflected on what she had said. Maybe Elanor was right. But questions nagged at the back of her mind. Who was he? Where did he come from? Why did thinking of him make her go weak at the knees? Why…

"Rosie Posie Poopie Poo! BOO!" Lily, Rosie's little sister dissolved into peals of laughter. "Wakie-wakie! Elanor says you need to hurry up and get ready. Papa is getting ready for visitors. And Merry and Pippin are coming!"

Lily's excitement was contagious. Soon even Rosie was hurriedly preparing for their mysterious guests. In fact, the entire Shire was buzzing with poorly suppressed energy. When Merry's two small boys Merrin and Pippy came running up to Bag End calling that the king and noble visitors were nearing the border, Rosie let out a muffled squeal of joy.

Rosie's father Samwise Gamgee raced to keep up with Captains Meriadoc Brandybuck and Perrigrin Took as the hurried out to meet the royal party.

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// Legolas? Where are you? Get over here right now! We're late as it is! Do you want to keep her majesty waiting? LEGOLAS!\\

// Coming adar. \\ The young prince walked into the throne room of his family's palace in the woodland kingdom of Mirkwood.

// Legolas! The princess has been waiting all morning. Apologize to her. \\

// Aye adar. I'm sorry for keeping you waiting arwen-en-amin.\\

A sound, much like that of a child stifling a giggle caused Legolas to turn around. // Valaniel..\\ he gasped. // You're the princess? \\

The tall blonde laughed. // You were expecting maybe the Bride of Frankenstein?\\

Legolas took a long glance at his little sister. She was taller than he remembered, her honey golden hair now shorter and tied back out of her face. She was dressed in a simple purple gown with a light purple ribbon girdle and soft pink trim.

// Legolas, you look as though you've never seen a girl before. \\ A soft voice behind him remarked. Legolas spun around to see a small Elendili girl. (1/2 Elven)

// Maris! What are you doing here? I thought that you were going to Hobbiton to the party.\\

// Well…..\\, the small girl replied, // I was, until a certain elf forgot that he was supposed to be escorting me and the guards won't let me leave!\\

// Oops.\\ The prince shook his head, causing his long braided hair to brush his face. Thranduil laughed as he watched his son swat hair out of his bright blue eyes.

// And mellonamin, you owe me a couple of rounds in the courtyard.\\

// But you've already beaten me twice today.\\ Legolas pulled a face.

// Actually I would love to watch the two of you spar, \\ Valaniel smiled.

// Well, it looks as if your student is schooling you Legolas.\\ Thranduil laughed. The King's sparkling blue eyes twinkled as he watched his son blush red. // Don't worry about it. You are still a very skilled warrior, possibly the most talented archer in all of Middle Earth.\\

Legolas shrugged his shoulders. // I guess we should probably be off then.\\