I do not own any of Tolkien's characters, although sometimes I wish I did. Cylliel and anything else you do not instantly recognize are mine, the rest Tolkien's, so please, leave the suing for someone who deserves it. My story is from a person who envisions the story to be differently, so I wrote a fan fic.

Chapter 1 - Beginnings

Cylliel sighed as the wind tugged at her hair, blowing it out of place again. All this wind was really starting to get to her and her hair band was not doing any good at the moment. She jumped down from her perch on top of the boulder, and settled her lower body against the giant land mark, as she began braiding her hair for the third time. As she braided she thought of all the stares she had gotten over the years because of the color and length of her hair, and the thought of cutting her hair passed though her mind, but she quickly dismissed the thought.

'My hair reminds me of who I am', she thought 'It matters not what other people think.'

She finished braiding and jumped back up onto the giant rock called Stonetree, still thinking of the people of her clan. The people of her clan who had taken her in, raised her, and now shunned and mostly feared her. She sighed as again the wind picked up, blowing one strand of hair across her face. Hair that inadvertently marked her as an outsider. The people of her clan, the Rashadonii, were a tall race, with medium to light skin, pale blue eyes and pale blond hair that, unless you were a chief or another high-ranking clan member, was short, about chin-length. The longest hair in the clan always belonged to the chief's wife, for although the men ruled; heritage and lineage passed though the women of the clan. No man was allowed hair longer than their wife, and their wife's hair length was based on her position in the clan.

Cylliel broke all those rules. Her hair reached the small of her back, the second longest in the clan, and her hair was a rich dark brown in color, so dark it was almost black. If she had been born to the Rashadonii, she would be among the lowest in the clan, but her own people feared her because of her appearance. Her eyes were a deep green in color, reflecting the color of leaves in the spring, or the color of emeralds, though both colors where a rarity on the planes, where people could travel for days, even weeks without seeing a single tree, and there where no mines in the flat, sandy planes to behold emeralds in their glory. The top of her head barely reached the shortest man's chin, and her skin was a darker golden tan, much darker than any clan member's. Then there was her age.

She thought back over the years since she had been invited to make her home among the Rashadonii, and understood the clan member's fear of her. She had been alive for centuries, and had not aged at all, or changed a bit. She could not remember never living with the Rashadonii, but she could remember the day she was fully adopted, almost 2000 years ago. Since then, she had been living on her own on the outside of the clan, a living legend. Some of the clan ignored her, Most feared her, and all avoided her. She lived in the shadows, sometimes disappearing for years at a time, only to show up again just as the clan thought she was finally dead. She smiled as she thought of the few friends she had discovered over the years, the ones that didn't avoid her in fear, the ones who where different from the rest of the clan, the ones who accepted her.

"Cylliel!" The voice split the air, from behind her.

As Cylliel turned, she smiled in recognition of the voice, and greeted her friend before she was all the way around.

"Hello there, Sharadoni," She said, as her eyes met the medicine women's. Sharadoni was the oldest woman in the Rashadonii clan, medicine woman, and her own dear friend. Cylliel jumped down from her perch atop Stonetree, and walked to meet her friend.

Legolas winced as his body hit the ground, and struggled to breathe after all the air had been knocked out of him. He quickly rolled to the side to avoid the on-coming blow, and jumped up onto his feet, drawing his twin daggers. His mind went into automatic reaction, as all of his thought was centered on one thing: Survival.

He stepped to his right to dodge the next blow, cutting up at out with both daggers, and as the goblin fell from his blows, he turned quickly and polished off the next goblin that had thought to sneak up on him from behind. His dagger cut though the goblin's hide easily, but this one was a little more stubborn than the last, and Legolas smiled grimly as his daggers ripped a path across the goblin's throat. The goblin finally dropped in death, and as Legolas looked up, he realized that the battle was finally over.

"Legolas!" came the voice, "Legolas, why do these goblins face the light? They have never braved the light of day to attack us before, and never in our own realm, why now? Why?"

Legolas looked over at his friend and sighed, "I don't know, Arphenon, honestly I don't know". Legolas thought about what his friend had said, and it stuck him too, why were the goblins attacking on the elven lands, and why in full day light? It had never happened before, and if he hadn't spent the last two weeks fighting them off, he probably would not have believed it. He looked up as his friend and comrade Manbechír rode up to him, and was surprised when Manbechír did not even get off his horse before stating his message.

"The King bids Prince Legolas to return to the palace on an urgent mission, with all speed and directness, as there is a matter that the King wishes the Prince to see to personally," said Manbechír, looking pleased with him self that he remembered the King's message in it's fullest.

Legolas just looked up at him and said, "Does Father not know that my energy is needed here? I cannot go off while Mirkwood is in such danger, just on the whim of my father".

Manbechír looked ashamed of his Prince's ranting, and simply said, "That is the entire message that the King has sent, and to say that it is an order that he expects you to follow".

Legolas sighed, knowing that his friend was right. Even if Manbechír had come right in the thick off battle to deliver his message, he had to obey his King before disobeying his father. He looked up at Manbechír with a gleam in his eye and said, "I hope you don't mind walking back to the Palace".

Two hours later, Legolas strode into his father's library and waited for his father to acknowledge him. Thranduil was an older version of his son, long golden hair, proud, striking features that seemed old and young at the same time. The main difference was not their height or their build, but in their eyes. Thranduil's eyes were grey like mithril, shining, yet ancient. Legolas had eyes as blue as sapphires, his mother's eyes.

Thranduil finally turned around and said, "I bid you to travel to Imladris, and give Lord Elrond this message", he said, handing Legolas a parchment that had been folded and sealed with wax.

As Legolas took the parchment from his father, he noticed that the message had Thranduil's personal seal in the wax, not the seal of the King of Mirkwood. When Legolas looked up and met his father's eyes, Thranduil said, "That message concerns a former guest of ours, and that is all you need know, until Lord Elrond himself has read the message. Understood?" "Yes, Father." was all Legolas said in reply.

Four Hours Later, Legolas was on his way on his own horse, with plenty of provisions to last him the way Manbechír and Arphenon accompanied him, and as they traveled to Imladris, Legolas though again to the growing treat of the goblins in the southeastern part of the Woodland Realms, and as they rode over the next few days, he had a feeling in his heart that soon, he would find out all the answers to that problem. But the real question is, did he want to know the answers?

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