A twig snaps. I look down and pick it up. After jumping out of the tree, I had landed on it. Curse my ungraceful-ness. The last thing I needed was to attract potential enemies while delivering this message for Gandalf.

I had already been traveling on foot for two days, and I was almost to my destination. Luckily enough I knew the path very well, and knew how to not get lost. The trees overhead blanket the sky, so it is just barely visible. I walk along silently until I feel something staring at my back. Oh great, the last thing I need. Especially with Arachnophobia. Giant Spiders. I whirl around to face my foe, taking out my knives.

You might prefer a sword, but it would be too hard to fight such an agile creature with one. I however prefer the small knives. With my impeccable Archer's aim, small stature, agility and flexibility, it made them my weapon of choice, even though I was just as skilled with a bow, and sword. Having more than sixty years with learning of these weapons, it made it hard not to have so much experience.

The Arachnid stepped closer, the massive beast thinking through a plan. I already had thought of one. Kill it, while it's thinking. Don't give it extra time. I jump up onto a branch and from there onto the back of the spider, slash it on it's weak spot and kill it. That was a waste of time. Even though the fight had only been less than ten minutes, I still hurried. There would be more on the way. After about half an hour more, I reached my destination. I pull up my hood, hiding my identity and walk to the gates of Mirkwood.

"Hello, guard of Mirkwood. I am here to speak with the King on urgent business." I greeted. "Who requests to speak to the king?" The elf asks. "My identity must be kept quiet. The king will know, once he sees me." "I cannot let you in, unless you tell me who you are and what matters you need to discuss with the King." I sigh. "Take me as a prisoner, do what you must, take my weapons. My identity and matter of business is to be kept a secret until I am within friendly walls."After a moment, two guards shuffle out of the wall, take my weapons, and escort me inside.

I am marched towards the throne room. Thranduil will know me upon sight. A guard goes from the waiting room which, we were waiting in, to ask the king of he would like to speak with me. All of the sudden a blonde elf, dressed in a fine matter of clothing, with a crown walks in. He must be the Legolas, he looks exactly like I thought. He looked at me, obviously confused.

"Hello Legolas" I greet. The guard holding me shakes me. "It will do you well to greet our prince with respect." The 'prince' looks even more confused. "How did you know my name?" He asks. All of the sudden the guard that left reappear. "The king will see you now." He said. Legolas follows us in.

Thranduil sits on his throne, a haughty look upon his face. Ah, the king who refused to help the dwarves. Despite what some may think, we were actually very good friends. Or very good acquaintances. I'm not sure if he had any friends. "Hello King Thranduil." I say, straightening. The haughty look turns into confusion. "Release her at once!" He orders. The guards drop me. So we're revealing my gender now, what's next? My whole shabang of a backstory?

"Take off your hood. You are safe." I take off my hood and there are multiple gasps as the room shines brightly, and then dims once again. And that, is how you reveal a party trick. Thranduil rolls his eyes as he smiles. "You're the Lady of Light?" Legolas gasps. "Yes, I am" I answer. "How did you get here?" He asks again. Calm down dude, let me answer questions in a nice way. I am not revealing everything about myself to you. It is quite a long story. This, is the story of how I came to be The Lady of Light, and my many adventures.