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Summary: A young elf maiden is caught trespassing in the palace of Mirkwood.  What ties does she have to the King and his son?

Authors Note: Selde means daughter!!:)

Selde

The court officials dragged the young elf to the king.  She was silent but Thranduil could see the fire in her eyes.  He sensed that she was fighting against her body, trying not to struggle and make things harder for her.  They seemed so familiar, her eyes.  And her face shape also seemed vaguely familiar.  Her long blonde hair was slightly curly, and she was tall and lanky.

'You're Highness.  We caught her trespassing in the castle.'

'Very well.  What is your name child?'

'Amarna, You're Highness.  And I do have a reason for being here.'

'And what would that be Amarna?'

'I must speak with Prince Legolas.'

'Why?' 

'Because I am his daughter.' She said simply.

The king and the court officials gaped at her.  The officials tightened their grip.  She grimaced in pain for a moment.  Her patience was hanging by a thread.  Thranduil seemed to be thinking over what to do.  He could not decide, because he did not want to risk the chance that she was telling the truth.  Finally, he spoke.  

'You are his daughter?' King Thranduil said disbelievingly.

'Yes.  65 years ago, he slept with an elf named Eldalote, a servant here in the palace.  They had fallen in love, despite the fact that it was frowned upon.  My mother was out picking berries when she was kidnapped.  It was a man, angry because his wife had died when she had been in the presence of elves.  He thought that they should have been able to save her.  He felt that elves owed him because of his wife's death.  He snuck in here and kidnapped the first elf he saw.  When they were over the Misty Mountains, my mother escaped.  She went to Rivendell.  She figured that her loss was taken as a run-away.  She then found out she was expecting.  When I was born, she wrote in a letter to my future self explaining who my father was and what had happened.  When she died a few months ago, I found the letter in her old things.  I came as quickly as I could.'

The king seemed at a loss of words for a few moments; taking in everything he had been told.  Then he turned to one of the guards.

'You will please summon my son.  Tell him to come here as quickly as he can.  You will then go to the record rooms and search for the loss of a servant named Eldalote.  Quickly please.'

Turning to the elves that held Amarna in place he said 'You will please let her go.  Cut the ropes binding her hands and bring her a chair.'

'Thank you, you're highness.' Amarna said, curtsying as soon as her hands were free.  She sat in the chair that they had brought.

'I expect Legolas will be here soon.  If you will please wait…'

'Of course sir.'  Amarna waited patiently, staring intently at her grandfather.  He had the same face shape as she did, and was also tall and lanky.  Amarna couldn't help but think what her father must look like.  She didn't have to wait long to find out…

A/N: Ok, that was chapter one.  Please review.  I hope y'all like it.