A/N: So here it is! The first chapter to my story about Mirkwood's princess hehe. Feel free to review, but please know that english isn't my first language, so yeah... And if there's a mistake somewhere, just tell me.

Disclaimer: I don't own Middle-Earth and I sadly never will

Mirkwood's Princess

Chapter 1 – Alone in the woods

It was a cloudy but warm summer day when it happened. Thranduil, his son Legolas and some guards and other important elves of Mirkwood were riding home, after visiting Lord Elrond and his sons in Rivendell. Since it was growing darker and darker, Thranduil told his people to make camp and that they would follow the Old Forest Road the next day, to reach the king's halls some days later.

Legolas didn't listen much to his father's orders, something wasn't right. He had tried to ignore that feeling that hunted him since he departed from Imladris, but it didn't work. The more the company approached Mirkwood, the more the young prince worried. At the end, it was even obvious to Thranduil that something was wrong with his son. He misses Glorfindel I suppose, he thought quietly while observing his son as he dismounted his horse. Legolas had only met Glorfindel twice, the first time was for his fiftieth birthday and the second time was last month, for his hundredth birthday and because his father wanted to see Celebrian, Elrond's pregnant wife. Legolas liked Glorfindel a lot, since he wasn't as protective as his father was and he had many tales to tell. Legolas had enjoyed this trip to Rivendell even more than the first one, because he was finally able to teach Elrond's sons Elrohir and Elladan archery. After the fourth day of training, Elladan had managed to hit the target twice and was followed shortly after by Elrohir.

Thranduil was glad he went with his son to Rivendell, where both were carefree and away from trouble. The last years were difficult for Legolas and him. Noveniel, his wife and his son's mother, died shortly after a spider attack and he had a hard time trying not to fade. Legolas, my little Greenleaf… I need to be strong for him, he had promised himself. And he had held his promise. He spent more time with Legolas, teaching him how to use his bow properly and gave him his old two battle-knifes. He had seen how his only son had grown stronger, wiser and of course, older. Legolas, he is the reason why I still breathe, he thought and dismounted as well, to join his son who was walking away from the camp secretly and on his guard.

"Would you please tell me what you are doing, Inneg?" Thranduil asked his son, who was walking further and further away from the camp.

"Ú-iston, ada" Legolas replied to his father. He had hoped nobody would notice that he was missing, but he hadn't thought about his father. He loved his father, a lot, but right now he wished to be alone. The feeling had grown even stronger and it was almost unbearable. It was as if his soul was guiding him somewhere, but his body refused to follow. Maybe that's what it feels like, fading, he thought not looking up to his father, who was now standing next to him. "Since we left Rivendell, I have this feeling… I do not know what it is adar, but it is scaring me."

"Is that the reason you walked away, Legolas?" Thranduil asked skeptically. Was he so bad at hiding his emotions? As soon as they company had passed the gates of Rivendell to go home, he had felt not as usually, almost sick. At some moments it had been so bad, he had thought about going back to Elrond, to make sure nothing was wrong with him. But it was as if a little voice told him to continue, that he would find what he was looking for.

"Yes, ada. You felt it too, didn't you? That is why it took you so long to reply." Legolas was a good warrior and preferred to be on the training ground than in the king's halls, which meant that sometimes you would hear Herdir screaming at Legolas, for coming late to his history lessons. It reassured Thranduil that defending and fighting wasn't the only thing in Legolas head and that he was completely capable of understanding his relatives.

Thranduil was about to ask Legolas why he thought it would be a good idea to simple sneak away while nobody was watching, but he noticed, as did his son, a light a few trees further away. It wasn't the light of flames, that was for sure, which meant it weren't trolls or bandits, but still both elves put an arrow on their bows. The light is much lighter as any light I have ever seen, if that makes any sense, Legolas thought and looked up to his father, who was still taller than Legolas even though he had already reached his adult height. Thranduil gave his son a nod and then both walked into the clearing.

At first, none of the two elves could see anything. The light was in fact lighter and stronger than any light they had seen before. Shielding your eyes didn't help and it was only after a few minutes of pain, the light got weaker and father and son saw where the light came from.

The clearing wasn't big, but it was still big enough for an entire flower field to fit. Flowers of a beauty Legolas had never seen. They were bigger than every natural flower and some of them were golden. Birds were singing, although it was night.

"Adar, what is this place?" Legolas asked and tried to sound as confident as possible, but the truth was, he was slightly scared. Thranduil was, as against Legolas, much calmer and was wondering how it was possible for a place of such beauty to exist. And as he wasn't as nervous, he quickly noticed some flowers missing in the middle of the field, like a little hole. He slowly entered the garden of flowers and walked up to the middle of the meadow. He was quickly joined by Legolas at his side.

The elves expected many things to be the source of the light, but it was none of them and they were absolutely astonished by it. It wasn't a fire, a candle, a treasure or any other object. It was child. A human girl to be precise. The girl was smiling in her sleep and didn't seem to notice the elves staring down at her in shock. First she had looked to them like a two year old girl, but they soon realized that the light she was radiating made her look older. Her body was bigger than ordinary human or elvish baby bodies, but her face told them both, that indeed, it was a baby girl lying on the ground radiating a very strong light.

And as she awoke, Thranduil and Legolas, couldn't help but notice the big sky blue eyes she had. She looked up to Thranduil and took one of his braids into her hand and then said (which made both elves jump up in surprise, since no ordinary baby girl was supposed to know how to talk):

"Please take care of my daughter, le hannon Thranduil Elvenking."

Sindarin expressions:

Le hannon – I thank you

Inneg – my son

Ada – dad

Adar - father

So yeah, as I said - THE MORE YOU REVIEW THE SOONER THE NEXT CHAPTER WIL BE UP MOUAHAHHAA

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