Prologue: Lalaith
Once, a long time ago, in the elven kingdom of Mirkwood, a discovery was made. An elven child, a little girl was found in the forest. She spoke no language known to Middle Earth and strangely enough behaved as a human three year old, to which she resembled greatly.
At that time, king Oropher ruled the realm and he ordered the strange child to be taken care of within his halls. And so, the little girl grew up and was quickly called Lalaith, 'Laughter', for wherever she went, her laugh would brighten up the room she was in and the king soon began to think of her as his own.
Lalaith was strange in many ways. She held a sort of naivety that never went away and she would be excited over the smallest of delights. She was often seen, chasing butterflies and singing songs in an odd language that no one understood. But also in appearance did Lalaith surprise. Her almost white hair, darkened to golden over the years, something that never happened and instead of the locks falling straight down, they fell in small waves down to her lower back and never seemed to stay in model. Her eyes were the color of sage but with golden specks and were almost always wide in wonder.
As she grew older, she learned the elven languages and became fast friends with the prince, Thranduil. Not that he was her only friend, no. Lalaith had the talent to become friends with almost anyone she met and she often received compliments from many suitors when she became of age. Though it was the prince who stole her heart and she who stole his in return.
They were to be married and for a time, everything was well.
Then the most unexpected thing happened: Lalaith disappeared. All her things, clothes and even her diary were still in her room and nothing had been taken from the kitchens or anywhere else for that matter. The Lady of Smiles, as everyone had come to call her, was gone. The king ordered his guards to scan the place in search of her and Thranduil looked frantically with them, but no matter how much they repeated their panicked searches. They never found her back.
Thranduil was eventually forced to let go of his love for Lalaith and after years and years finally went on with his life. He married his future queen and had a son, Legolas and there have been many tales written about their deeds and history.
But the tale of Lalaith had not ended yet, for she was still alive and unbeknownst to anyone, not even her, her story was to take a turn for the unexpected.
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