Sorry,Sorry. The thingy messed up on me. So here's the actual story.
Disclaimer! I do not own these characters, except for a couple. Anyway… I think, and hope you get my point.
A/N This story takes place before The Hobbit, a couple years, but not too many. One of the characters names is Myra, but I didn't get the memo so I pronounce it Mira. But you can pronounce it any way, I don't really care and if you're one of those people that like to make sure information is right so if I get something wrong please correct me! Or if I get any grammar, punctuation and spelling wrong. Now on with the story!
It was quiet. That's the first thing King Thranduil noticed as he entered the royal gardens. Now that shouldn't have been surprising but this was the eerie silence. The one kind that told you something was about to happen. He walked cautiously, listening to anything that could mean upcoming danger. He turned to the direction that led him to a small waterfall. He stood there for a moment listening to the gurgle and bubbly laugh of the water. There was a rustle. He quickly turned around as he heard the sound of light footsteps. A mortal woman, it looked like, emerged and walked to the waterfall from the right. She was young he noticed, with skin paler than the moon, blue eyes, and long lustrous the color of the night sky. Her black hair tumbled down her back in soft waves and ended at her waist. She was wearing what looked like a simple white gown. He observed her, who is this woman? Where did she come from? And how did she get past the guards? He cleared his throat.
"Who are you?" he asked. She turned to him and slowly, when she met his eyes he saw many years of wisdom in them. "My name is Myra the Lady of the Midnight", then went back to staring at the waterfall. "So Myra, Lady of the Midnight" said Thranduil as he walked up beside her "Where do you come from and why are you called the Lady of the Midnight?" he asked. "I don't know" she said, frustration was clearly heard in her voice, "I only know two facts". "What's that" he asked and waited for her to respond. She looked at him and stated simply "I am an estrell and I was born at midnight". It was an hour after midnight but it was at that moment Thranduil realized that this star must be here for a very important reason. "Come with me" he urged and swept past her, his robes billowed behind him like shimmering silver wings. She followed behind him timidly, for she was not used to being around others yet.
He led her into the palace, using long forgotten corridors and staircases as to not draw unwanted attention to themselves. He led her to his study and quickly closed the door. "Now there must be a reason why you are here because it's not every day we are blessed with the company of a star" he said still trying to process the information. "We appear randomly but only one of us is brought to Middle Earth every 5,000 years" she murmured. "But I think you were meant to find me and, well, I don't know what to do now" fear was edged in her voice. "I have nowhere to go or stay and I was only born about an hour ago" she burst out. Thranduil debated what to say, he looked at her and saw a mythical creature that needs help, but with everything going on right now the elves could be put in more danger, " You may stay here" he said in a comforting, steady tone. "The elves can protect you and it's not safe for a star as powerful as you to wander" he said. "And if you fell into the wrong hands….." his voice trailed off. "Will you become my elven father?" Myra asked. Thranduil's eyes widened, "I would be honored". Myra smiled then moved to her new father and hugged him.
Myra opened her mouth about to say something but was interrupted when somebody barged into the room. "Ada there was a disturbance on the Northern Bor-" but the elf stopped once he saw Myra, who was still hugging Thranduil. Myra quickly let go and composed herself the best she could. The elf stared at her shock and a bit of anger on his face, silence reigned. Myra took that time to study him. The first word that came to her mind: attractive. He was taller than her, with long blonde hair and blue eyes. A bow was in his hand and a quiver of arrows was slung across his back. "Who are you?" he asked, his voice coming out harsh. "And what qualifications do you have to hug my father?" Myra bristled, "If the qualifications are to act like a snob then I'm never touching Ada again" she snapped. "Ada? You're not even worthy to call him that" his voice came out venomous. "Well by the way you're acting I'm more worthy than you" she hissed. "Legolas! Myra! Calm yourselves!" Thranduil intervened. It was immediately quiet but Myra and Legolas stared daggers at each other. "Now" Thranduil said, "As much as I wanted you two to meet on pleasanter terms it seems this cannot be avoided". He gestured at Myra, "Legolas I have accepted to become her elven father, her name is Myra". "And Myra this is my son, Legolas" he said to her. "You can't be serious" Legolas exclaimed. "Does that mean we're siblings?" Myra asked groaning. Thranduil hesitated, "technically you're not" he said. "But in a way you are" he said. "I can't believe this" Legolas muttered. "Well that's something we agree on" Myra said. "But you didn't exactly give the best first impression" she said glaring. "Anyway Ada" Legolas directed his attention back to his father. "There was a disturbance on one of the borders, the orcs are getting braver" he finished. "Thank you Legolas" Thranduil replied, "You may leave".
Legolas nodded and bowed. As he walked to the door he glared at Myra as he passed by. "Wait" Myra said softly. He stopped and turned slowly around. Myra cleared her throat, "I wanted to tell you that the only reason I'm here is because Ada is protecting me". Legolas raised an eyebrow and gave her a questioning look. She walked toward him slowly, "My race is but a myth to most creatures" she said, "But, we were once known as very powerful beings". Legolas leaned in close to her ear, "What are you?" he breathed. Myra swallowed, "I am a star, or if you want to give the fancy term, an estrell". Legolas sucked in a tight breath. Of course he knew about the myth, the elves have much knowledge they can access from times long ago. And it was known the elves have many secrets when it comes to information about the past. Myra stepped back, "I don't want to hate you and I'm not sure if we'll ever be friends but I wanted you to understand". Legolas nodded and stuck out his hand. "Hi my name is Legolas, I'm not sure I'm happy about this situation but I want to have a truce". Myra clasped her hand in his and shook it firmly. "Hello my name is Myra the Lady of the Midnight, I'm not sure I like you but I want a truce too and if you tell anyone what I am I will have to severely harm you" Myra said smiling. Legolas nodded then left the study. Myra sighed then rubbed her eyes wearily and looked up at her new father. "What?" she said innocently under Thranduil's disapproving stare.
PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!
I know some of you will be upset that Legolas acted the way he did but I NEEDED IT TO BE THAT WAY!
Anyway whattaya think? I know I have a problem with my capitalization and maybe some grammar too, but if you don't tell me what's wrong I can't fix it! By the way "elven father" is basically Godfather but I don't think the elves believe in God….. And Estrell is just a spin on the Spanish word for star which is "Estrella". Okay so I'll try to post soon. Another thing, I really love music, all kinds, but every chapter at the end I'll post a song that I like. I know it probably won't mean much to you but I hope you'll look it up. And if you do look it up post your favorite lyric/sentence in the review box so I know and don't seem stupid for posting something that nobody does.
Today's song: Where is the Love, Black Eyed Peas
So, thank you for anybody who reviews and I want you to be blunt, no sugarcoating. I originally wanted to go to Julliard or Columbia in Chicago, but I find myself wanting to write more than act so your words will help be a better writer. Now I'm going to stop talking now.