Hello, Everyone!

So, I'm a new writer in this site, so I'm really hoping to bring you all a good story and a complete one to be sure! :D

Before you begin reading this story, I would like to give a few pointers out.

Since this takes place in a world where Westeros and Middle Earth in the same place, I would try and make it really sensible.

- This story is based out after the Targaryen civil war in the west! and after the great invasion of Thranduil and his father against the battle of Dagorlad.

-The lands of Westeros and Middle earth are seperated in a really-really long distance! So, for the progress of this story, I might not want to get Westeros involve alot, except for the Targaryen's past events.

- The Targaryen Characters here are not CANON! The names maybe similar, but it has no association with the real Game of Thrones Character! Except for Maester Aemon Targaryen.

- The Targaryens and their dragons are quiet different than the originals are. Here; Targaryens have real magic other than the dragon's blood inside their veins, and some of their dragons can be really tough such as Smaug, but most aren't, hehekz.

- For those who have not watch, Game of Thrones or read, A song of Fire and Ice, yes, I suggest that you watchor read it for a great reason! #ITSAREALLYGREATSHOWANDBOOK - but if you haven't I kind of summarized it on the later second chapter.

-The Translation for Foreign Language (Sindarin and Valyrian) will be down bellow. (THIS SECTION COULD BE CHANGE WITH THE VIEWERS RECOMMENDATION, JUST ASK IN THE REVIEWS)

Without further due, Have fun reading this!

Chapter 1 : Rhaella Stormborn

Greenwood's silent night was crowded with the sound of dancing leaves accompanied by the wind. In the water pond near the Elven King's Hall, a secret waterfall in the open-fields were placed, a figure stood alone, looking through the busy stream of the water.

Thranduil was thinking about life. Now that his father is dead because of the great war in the north, one of these days, he will have to take his father's crown. Oropher was a great king and a great father. It was his time to do what his father did and do his responsibility as an only child.

"Taking the whole kingdom…" The blonde prince sighed.

Who was he to jest? He will never be able to replace such a majestic and noble figure like his father. He was sure that he will try, but, the harder he give his thoughts about it, the sadder and negative his mind will be.

The soon-to-be king of Woodland Realm, looked up to the moon and whispered, "Adar, im gar- fail cin..."

He knows his prayers won't reach the deads, but, for now, he hoped whomever was listening could see his effortless try.

Suddenly, he heard a few disturbing steps coming from atop of the waterfall. He grunted and tried to focus his elven eyes to see a figure coming up to the light of the moon. His eyes widen as somehow, an angelic figure came to view.

A woman with silk dress revealing his creamy white skin and shining violet eyes. Her stare nearly made his soul melt, he looked thoroughly towards the woman and noticed she had a different stray of hairs, for she seemed like a human, but, her hair was as white as a shining new steel. She looked down at him from the higher ground as if she was also enchanted by the person who was looking at her. But, her mind came up through the mist of thoughts and started to run towards the opposite way from Thranduil.

Thranduil's mind started to work again as he realized the woman had ran away. This place was near the Elven-king's Hall, but, still a mystery place to many, how on Middle-earth could a human be here?

"W-Wait!" He shouted as he also started to dash, but he needed to use the other way around the waterfall. His mind was filled with train of thoughts about the woman, how could she be here, and why did she looked so different than most-

"Ah!"

He was running through the woods he basically grown up with, he knows the shortcuts and the trees paths so, he knew he was running fast enough to see the woman, clumsily, got her feet stuck in a root causing her to fall to the leave full ground.

The blonde elf prince stopped for a moment and saw the woman carefully as he approached. Even when she fell to the ground, her figure looked so slim and beautiful. He was sure that he's looking at a beauty incarnation.

She snapped her violet eyes at him, which caused him to stop his movement, and yelled, "Umbagon qrīdrughagon!"

Strange…

A language he never heard of…

First, Thranduil permitted the girl to recover to her standing stance and asked, "Are cin alraight, mui ladui?" The woman looked as if she just heard a ghost talking, so he assumed that she doesn't spoke Sindarin as well, "That means, 'are you okay'?"

He was hoping for the woman to at least understand him and answer his question, but, suddenly, she drew a thin sword that was dangling in her left side of her hip. Her eyes were reflecting fears that made those amethyst crystal eyes looked deep. Her figures were graceful, but, with those fear around her, made her looked saddening enough. It is as if he was about to do something horrible to her.

"I…" She slowly breathed, causing Thranduil to flinch slightly, "Where… am I?"

The woman doesn't know where she is? Who is she? And how come she doesn't know the Greenwood the great? But, seriously, her expression does look like she's asking for a fact rather than a lie coming out of her mouth.

Thranduil put up his hands in sign of no harm, "You are in Greenwood the Great." He slowly approached, but, the woman steadily took a step back without lowering her needle sword, "Please calm down and put that sword down."

The woman didn't put the sword down, but she seemed less tense than she did before. She examine the man before her and noticed that somehow he was wearing a crown made out of a wood, but was crafted beautifully.

"A-Are you the-the rule here?" Her voice trembled as she slowly put her sword down.

"I…" He started, but couldn't think of a good words to explain, "... am?"

She looked confused for a moment but, she did put her sword down and entirely put it aside her hip. She took a few steps back and bowed towards him, "Then, I apologize for drawing my sword at you." there was a moment of silence before she continued, "And trespassing your lands without your permission."

Thranduil's first reaction was stunned, then again showed composure as he remembered that now he must act as a soon-to-be king. He wanted to act justly towards any person who walks into Greenwood, but, he has the feeling that this woman, is no ordinary human. For what kind of humans who have silver-hair and violet eyes, who speaks a language other than the common tongue?

Also, from the looks of her attire, she looked like a noble-woman than a commoner. She wears a thin silk dress that reaches her ankles, a small belt that hangs around her curved hip which also has the saddle of her sword, no sleeves that showed that in her left arm, she wears a bracelet made out of silver with a dragon motif. She wears ruby earrings as well. Her sword was not made out of normal steel. For it was black. No black steel around these part of the lands he knew.

"Who are you and what are you doing in these part of the woods?" The elven prince asked. He tried to keep his eyes into those beautiful amethyst jewels.

At first she hesitate to answer, but, it looked like she needed to explain herself to keep her out of trouble. Smart move. "I am Rhaella Stormborn. I came from a place far away from here in search of my brother, my lord."

Rhaella Stormborn? Not a common human name, "Are you a human?"

She dismayed a rather confused look, but nodded, "Of course, I am, my lord." She scanned at him again and noticed something she didn't notice before, "But… you are not, are you?" Pointy ears.

He gave a small chortle as he moved closer, "No." His action gave Rhaella quiet a jump and took five steps back, "Have you never seen an elf before?"

"E-elf?" She gave an amazed look, "These lands have elves?" She looked really eager to see what he just said, so, instead of taking steps back, she actually came closer to him with gleamy eyes.

This definitely caught him off guard, she was not close enough to be rude, but, she rounded him in distance, taking a good measure at him. She smiled for once and even when he looked from the side of his eyes, it was a beautiful smile there.

He can't help but tease, "Enjoying what you are looking?"

This made Rhaella flinch and bowed again, "I- I apologize for this! I- I- yes, you are correct. This is the first time I met an elf." She took a few steps back again and was about to turn to make another run again, but, luckily Prince Thranduil was quick enough to catch her by the elbow.

"Wait." He said with sternness. The silver-haired woman stood still but, looked away out of embarrassment. How could she plan to run when she just offended him by her action? She was so stupid. She thought.

She gathered all that was left of her courage to ask, "Y-yes?"

"How can I let a human trespass into my land and from the looks of it you are not just a mere human?" He bluntly said.

"I- That is why I apologized. I will leave your domain right now and will never return here if that pleases you, my lord." She looked rather pained, but somehow, his heart also felt in pain when the words 'never return here' was said. "I am merely looking for my brother. I felt that one moment that he was here. Now, I am convinced that he is not."

"Why not? How come you are sure that your brother is not-"

"A large magic source was felt here, and I thought that it was his." She explained without even waiting for him to finish his words, "And now I know that elves lives here, I am sure that it was your nature's magic and not his."

He became alert, let her go as he pulled his sword, "Are you a witch?" He pointed his silver sword to him.

She was quite surprised at him as he drew his sword and took a few steps back from the dreadful steel, "What? No! I am not a witch!"

"Then, how can you feel the magic in these lands?" He asked sceptically, "No humans are born with silver hair unless they grew old. No humans have violet eyes as long as I have lived and heard." He stepped forward, keeping his sword up.

"Rhaella Stormborn." He tasted the name in his tongue, "That is no human name."

She gulped as her eyes once again gleam in fear. Thranduil has to admit, he doesn't like making her feel like this, but, for the sake of his kingdom, he must put aside this feeling and do the right thing.

"Rhaella Stormborn, I, Thranduil, Prince of Greenwood the great, capture you as a prisoner for trespassing these lands and the assumption of you as a witch that would threaten the harmony of my Kingdom."

"Adar, im gar- fail cin..." = "Father, I have disappointed you." - Sindarin

"Umbagon qrīdrughagon!" = "Stay away!" - Valyrian

"Are cin alraight, mui ladui?" = "Are you okay, my lady?" - Sindarin

So, this chapter is rather short, but, I promise you that next chapter will be twice longer!

I will post the new chapter every week! ... Hopefully... May the internet not disappoint us.

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