Well...I have had this story brewing within my my head for close to three months now, and as I read other stories of the same nature, I realised how similar my story was to many others. I would like to say now that never did I intend for my story to be similar with the few that I've read, I didn't think of anyone having ideas quite so close to the ones nside my head. Please for give me, and plaes enjoy the story as it is so far.


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Nadria stood by her window, a sullen expression upon her pretty face. The light thuds of the crisp steps alerted her to the presence of her father, for none were so bold and yet so kind.

"Yes, Father?" she asked before her name could be spoken, as he reached his hand up to place it upon her frail shoulder.

"What troubles you today, daughter, what gives your face such a scornful look on this bright day?" She silently lamented to herself before casting a fair smile upon her lips as she turned to greet her father. Rarely did he call her simply daughter, he usually called her by an abbriviation of her name. She felt a sense of peace when he called her daughter.

"I'm fine, Father." she smiled up upon the fair face of Elrond, the one who had taken her in so very long agao. She was not of his own blood. He found her, placed near the gates of Rivendell, where few would tread as amere infant. She was different, beautiful, but different although she did not think so of herself, never did she see herself as beautiful. Exotic were her features. The Lord brushed the raven hair from her eyes, tucking it behing her elegantly pointed ear. She had never seen another elf with the color of hair she had. Arwen was the closest, pale and beautiful with hair the color of the bark on the tress. It was dark and mysterious as were her eyes. Like the sea after a storm. "Is there something you would have of me, Father?" she asked politely. Lord Elrond removed his hand from the one below him shoulder, stepping towards her window, taking the spot she had resided.

"Dria?" he began, looking to her once more,"I must ask of to deliver a message to the King of Mirkwood, Thranduil. He shall except you with open arms. I would go myself, but I would await Gandalf." Ah yes, the wizard, the bold Gandalf. He was a legend in Rivendell.

"I shall go, would you have me leave now?" She asked, looking up to him with clear eyes.

"Yes, it is a day's ride." She nodded. Elrond bent down then, kissing his youngest daughter upon her forehead and handing her a sealed letter. "you musn't look at this." he said sternly, but kind. She nodded, before being taken in a loving embrace.


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Quickly, the elf-maiden sped through the darkness of the forest. Soon, she would be nearing, or atleast she hoped. She had been riding since that morning, it had been long since then, and now the moon loomed above her giving a luster to her exotic hair. She slowed then, noting the elven men that stood at the border of Mirkwood. Their hair was of a silken look, intertwined silver and gold to give it a color of platinum. She pulled her Anan, to a halt, towering above the two as she sat upon the steed. One of the guards stepped forward, nodding his head to her, blue eyes burning.

"Welcome, Kin." he began,"You have come to Mirkwood. I am Nodin, what may we call you by?" he asked her lightly with a welcoming smile.

"I am Nadria, youngest daughter of Elrond, Lord of all Rivendell." She stepped down from her horse, patting Anan on the neck just before taking the reigns in her delicate hand. At this moment, she doubted that she looked regal in any way, for she wore a tunic of saffire mesh to warm her on this chilly autumn night and tawny pants that clung to her legs. She looked almost like a hunter, even more so with the top of a dagger petruding from her left boot.

"I must speak with Lord Thranduil. It is imperative." The other elf stepped forward now, waving his hands as he spoke.

"Our King is away, Lady Nadria, but he shall return soon. We offer shelter until he arrives for you to speak with." he finished, offering his hand in a gesture to enter the city.

Nadria was led through the city of trees with curiousity about her. She never imagined there to be a city built around the trees. It was remarkable. She watched the ones move about her in their daily lives, casting wondering looks her way. Some looked at her with admiration, others with curiousity. She followed the one known as Nodin as he lead her to a woman awaiting at the entrance to an arched chamber who left her there with kind words to the woman's care.

"Welcome to Mirkwood, Lady." The elven woman said with a smile. Nadria bowed.

"Thank you, you all have been so kind in accepting me."

"Now!" the stout woman began,"Let's get you out of those clothes and into something proper for a Lady such as you."


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"It's rumored, Legolas, that Nadria has arrived." Talwen said, looking to his hunting partner.

"And who might that be?" the prince asked, raising an eyebrow as he continued to stalk through the darkness of Mirkwood, bow in hand.

"You've not heard of Lady Nadria?" Talwen asked, almost stunned.

"I suppose not, enlighten me, Talwen." Legolas said, looking to the elven man that rest next to him, treading steps lightly.

"She is the youngest daughter of Lord Elrond of Rivendell, and said to have beauty to rival that of Arwen Evenstar." he finished, surveying the moors that lay before him for possible prey.

"And I'm sure a woman of such rumored beauty spends as much time fawning over herself in a mirror as you do fawning over fair elven maids." Legolas responed with distain to his friend's words. Talwen laughed outright. "That, my friend, is why you shall never find a maiden of your own. You are to quick to judge. You have yet to even meet her." Talwen finished.

"I know her type, they're all the same, Talwen. Always."


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Well, that's chapter one...I hope you all like. Please Review...please! I would love you forever. Even if you hate the story, review. Then atleast I'll know whether to keep it going. I'm kinda' proud of this...I hope you all like it. Really I do.

Next Chapter: Legolas meets the fair Nadria and personalities clash.