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I love "Lord of the Rings" and I love to write. I write as a way of escaping from reality and to share my delusions with others in the attempt to entertain. So if you don't like what I have to offer then please feel free to find something else to read, no harm, no foul. But if you like what you read, then please let me know. Please…This story was previously posted under a different title, but I have since pulled it rewrote. This is the first story of 3 I'm working on. This is to introduce my character and familiarize my readers with her for the future stories.

I could write you a long paragraph about what this story is not, or I could simply tell you it is something you haven't ready yet. All I can ask is you give it a try, who knows you just might like it.

This is a A/U, and sorry girls no Legomance, just the bonding of two friends. Give it a try who knows you just might like it.

Special thanks to my beta Kristall and Smile Life Away. They are fabulous!

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The Fae of Middle Earth

Chapter 1

Liana walked through the dense woods of Fangorn Forest, unsure and uncaring of her destination. It had been far too long since the trees had talked to her, since anyone talked to her and even longer since she had seen her own kind. The Ents had gone back to sleep after the destruction of the Great Tower and the White Wizard's evil reign had ended. As for her kind, after Saruman had them hunted for their blood, the few that were left had gone into hiding to protect themselves from extinction. Saruman had mixed their blood in with white paint and had used it to mark his Uruk-hai solders. It gave them the ability to run for days on end nonstop and gave them unmatched strength. The simple act of wearing the blood of a Fae could turn even the weakest creature into a force to be reckoned with. Fae were believed to have been close to extinction, even before the Great War for the One Ring, but after Saruman hunted down the few remaining ones left, Fae were now believed to be totally wiped out. It had been over a century since anyone had laid eyes on a Fae, and they too had passed into myth and legend.

It was the middle of December and a heavy snow was beginning to fall. Trees were weighted with snow, and icicles clung too many of the branches. The forest was quiet and Liana liked it that way, so quiet that to some it might seem like an eerie silence. Even though there was a part of her that was growing lonelier with each day, the thought of being around someone, anyone for that matter, frightened her, people frightened her – being around people meant she was in danger of being found out, so solitude was her only option, although she knew that she was not alone within these borders. There was an evil that was lurking within the trees, skulking about, clinging onto what was left of their meager existence. Goblins, Orcs and the Uruk-hai still roamed the woods. After the Ents all went back to sleep, what remained of Sauron's evil went into hiding, taking refuge in the massive forest, knowing few would dare to enter the woods to seek them out.

Liana could sense their presence, the evil that was seemingly dripping off of them, the malice that seemed to fill the air. The animal in her welcomed the evil, welcome the fight it brought. The human in her was apprehensive, just wanted to be left alone. But whatever the feeling she did not let it bother her, she knew if she had to she was more than capable of defending herself if any of the creatures were dumb enough to try to attack her. The snow was heavy on the ground giving everything a peaceful look to it, so tranquil. She had been walking for over an hour lost in her own thoughts taking in the beauty that Fangorn Forest offered. So many people feared these woods, but not her; she saw the beauty were others saw darkness. Even though she was lost in her thoughts she was very much aware of the sounds of soft crushing snow off to the sides of the small clearing she was walking through. She smiled softly, this wasn't the first time a creature had stalked her, or hunted her for that matter. She had been hunted her whole life, it was the curse of being what she was. She could feel them in the woods around her, she could smell them on the wind and hear the snow crushing as it gave way underneath them. She knew it was only a matter of time before one of the creatures of the woods got desperate for more power and acted.

Liana quickly found herself facing four Orcs and three Uruk-hai. 'This isn't right. Orcs and Uruk-hai don't hunt with one another, they hate each other. They must be getting desperate or they would never attempt an ambush like this,' she thought to herself. She knew that even though she could handle them, this was not going to be an easy fight. She was greatly outnumbered and Uruk-hai could be formidable. There was a good chance she would not walk away unharmed. As they encircled her, one of the Uruk-hai stood about twenty yards back. He drew his bow up and notched an arrow. Liana let a low growl escape her lips in an attempt to warn them of the mistake they were about to make. The sound was low and fierce like the growl of a lioness crouching in the woods warning an intruder of her presence. "You do not want to do this," she said in a low voice as her eyes moved to each of the creatures around her. Her ear perked to the almost silent whistle of the arrow cutting through the air towards her. In an instant she plucked the arrow effortlessly out of the air and snapped it in half, giving an almost teasing grin towards the archer as he snarled at her. With an almost roar from Liana the Orcs and Uruk-hai all charged at her, as she was openly awaiting the battle.

Legolas and his small hunting party approached the edge of Fangorn Forest. They had gotten word from Lord Elrond of Rivendell that a group of Orcs had been terrorizing the surrounding villages, like a pack of wild dogs, and they needed to be dealt with. Some of the villagers had sent a message to Rivendell asking Lord Elrond to send a hunting party into the woods, to go after the Orcs before they caused any further damage to the towns or their people. Knowing Legolas was one of the finest marksmen and could easily handle the job he sent word to him asking for his assistance, not that his own people could more than handle the problem, but he hadn't seen Legolas in several years and knew from an inside source that he was in need of time away from Mirkwood, and his father – the inside source being the king himself.

Standing at the border to the forest they could already smell the heavy scent of blood that was carried on the air as it passed through the forest. The smell was thick and heavy indicating the blood was dirty, dirty like the Orcs, evil and filled with malice. But there was something else, something they did not recognize, not dirty, not that of Orcs and Uruk-hai, but not human either. Making their way into the heavy woods, they could hear the grumbles from the trees in protest to them entering the forest so armed. Legolas turned to give the elven warriors an unspoken command of caution as they ventured on. It wasn't long before they picked up the Orcs' trail. The Orcs make no effort to hide where they were going or where they had been, they just trample over everything, destroying all in their path. Legolas noted that there was another set of tracks, tracks of which he was uncertain of. Whatever made them looked almost like an animal, some sort of canine maybe but much larger than any canine he knew of. Whatever this creature was, it was being hunted. They could hear growling and screeching from up ahead, the growling was, again, a sound of some sort of animal, but the screeching was defiantly Orc. The sounds were coming from the clearing in the trees up ahead. Clearly they had found the Orcs' location. Legolas was beginning to worry – he was hearing less of the animal and more of the Orcs' screeching and was worried that the Orcs might be fighting each other and had already killed their prey. He would have traveled all this way and not gotten to dirty his blades.

Legolas signaled to the others to split up and move forward. Taking to the trees, Legolas moved amongst the branches high up off the ground - out of reach and sight from the evil on the ground. He made his way into the clearing just in time to see an Uruk-hai fly backwards through the clearing - hitting a tree and then fall limp and lifeless to the cold frozen ground with a hard crunching noise black blood soaking through the snow around it. There was an Orc dancing about with his movements; back and forth, left then right. His actions were erratic and frantic. Though Legolas could not see what it was he was fighting, he could sense that the Orc was scared. Charging forward with his sword, the Orc disappeared beyond Legalos's view only to return to it as he flew backward through the clearing landing in a heap next to the already dead Uruk-hai. The Orc quickly grabbed the Uruk-hai's bow from the ground and within an instant an arrow was released towards the unseen target. Legolas craned his head around to see if he could catch a glimpse of this mystery target, but before it came into view the Orc flew backwards against the tree behind it. The arrow soon followed piercing his neck and pinning his lifeless body to the tree.

Legolas moved quickly and quietly along the tree limbs, careful not to make any noise to alert the creature below of his presence. Moving from limb to limb above the clearing, Legolas attempted to find this mystery creature.

There were dead Orcs and Uruk-hai scattered about; black blood covered the ground and many of the tree trunks. Another low growl found its way to his ears, as he crept closer and closer to the trees on the edge of the clearing, the growling continued and he quickly realized whatever was growling was growling at him. It was a low growl that carried on the wind; the growl was a warning for him to stop and come no closer.

Liana stood there exhausted and wounded, breathing heavily. She was covered in blood, both her own and her enemies'. Blood was dripping down her arm, and off her fingers, spotting the white snow underneath her red. She looked at the arrow that had pierced her shoulder; she knew she needed to pull the arrow out before her body could start to heal itself. The poison that coated the arrow would leave her weakened and defenseless for a short while as her body overcame the poison. She also had a long gash across her side when she was caught off guard by an orc she thought dead and long gash down her left forearm.

She could sense that once again she was not alone, and in her heightened stage she was quick to act and slow to think, she knew of the presence in the trees above her, and she could almost pinpoint what she thought might be elves in the woods closing in around her. It was harder to sense an elf than any other creature because, like her, they were creatures of the woods and one with their surroundings, making it difficult for her to feel their presence.

Before giving him a chance to react, Liana let out a booming growl unlike any other, this sound echoed through the trees forcing all the animal life in the area to flee, and the trees themselves to shudder at the sound.

Legolas grasped his ears, attempting to block the sound as the branch he was perched upon trembled and cracked underneath him. Before he had a chance to react, the limb snapped under his weight and both he and the limb tumbled toward the ground. Quickly catching himself in the air before landing on the hard ground awkwardly, he landed in a crouched position with one knee on the ground. The tree limb and a rather sizable amount of snow fell to the ground around him. Before he got the chance to react and rise to his feet he found himself staring up the dirty blade of an Orc's sword. Looking up from the blood soaked blade he brought his eyes up to the creature he had been attempting to catch a glimpse of.

She was female. That much was clear. What she was, though, was something new to him. She was young looking, and, if he had to guess, maybe in her early twenties. She had long white hair that was streaked with red but it wasn't blood, it was the color of her hair. Her complexion was pale which offset amber eyes that almost seemed to glow. She had red crescent moon shape at the nape of her neck. Legolas was sure it was some sort of clan mark. When she growled at him, it revealed two elongated canine teeth, which he didn't doubt for a second she would use if it came to that. The hand that grasped the sword pointed just inches from his throat had finger nails that resembled claws. Each one had tips that were stained in black blood, and her legs and feet looked like they belonged to gargoyle or possibly a large dog, and she had fur, red fur around her chest, wrists, neck, waist and pelvis, and a tail, long red hair with white inlayed into it. She resembled a dog or feline human type creature. But his attention was drawn off by the movement of her ears that he found perched on top of her head like a feline would have; only hers were set sideways indicating she was not in the mood for him or his kin out in the woods. He could clearly see she was exhausted, wounded, and on edge. Like a dog with nothing left to lose that had been backed into a corner. At any moment she could lash out at him, whether he provoked her or not.

Slowly he raised his hands to show he was unarmed. She stepped closer, moving the blade to just under his chin, and she looked down at him. 'He is elf kind', she thought to herself. 'Elves do not take it upon themselves to attack woodland creatures for sport.' As she lowered the blade, her ears perked as they caught the quiet whistle of an arrow through the wind, and once more she turned to grab it from the air effortlessly just inches from her body. Liana turned back to Legolas while holding the green and yellow fletched arrow in her hand. Looking down at him, she snapped it in half while letting a low, angry snarl escape her lips and raised the sword to his throat once more. Legolas recognized the arrow, it belonged to one of his men, probably fearing for their prince's safety and acted upon what they saw from a distance, which was him on his knees at sword point.

Both Liana and Legolas turned at the sound, of the air being pierced, almost a whooshing sound as three more arrow came flying out of the trees. Whipping around she blocked one of the arrows just inches from her thigh with the sword and then snatched another out of the air. The third pierced her just below her rib cage with enough force to send her backwards to the ground. Legolas quickly scrambled to his feet, his elven hunters emerging from the trees, gathering around the creature. Legolas knelt down to her. She scrambled to get to her feet again, only to fall over again. Panic took hold of her as her body weakened and the trees and snow around her became a distant echo in her mind as all that surrounded her started to go black. Like a wounded animal she desperately tried to make an escape, scrambling to her feet once more. She growled at the elves in a desperate attempt to ward them off, only revealing a mouth full of blood. Legolas, attempting to keep the creature from harming herself further, grabbed one of her hands. As her vision was starting to go blurry she attempted to knock her hands loose of his grasp. Having no luck, she collapsed to her knees in the snow. Giving in to the pain and poison, she fell motionless to the ground.

Legolas looked over the creature before him. She was badly wounded; the elven arrow had pierced her to up to the fletching. The Orc arrow was not as deep, but then again, it did not have to be deep to spread its poison. The large gases on her forearm and side were bleeding profusely and would need to be stitched.

Suddenly, without warning, she sprang to her feet with what little energy she had left, lunging at the elf whose arrow had pierced her, the elf whose scent was still heavy on the arrow buried in her side, slamming him back into a tree with her fading strength, digging her claws into his side. The elf let out a sudden cry of pain as her teeth bore on him, just inches from his face, a low growl escaping her lips. The elf scrambling to pull her off of him as her claws pierced deeper into his side. He hands grasp her wrists, trying to push her back, but before she could cause any life threatening damage her body gave out and she collapsed in the snow at his feet.

Legolas knelt down next to her, her hair started to change and the fur disappeared. Her creature form shifted in to that of nude young woman. Legolas spared no time pulling his cloak off, placing it over the nude form, knowing he had little time and the haste that was needed. He quickly picked her up and made his way to the edge of the forest where the horses had been tethered. He knew because of her new form she was now in a weaker state and time was working against him.

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