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It had been a quiet, peaceful day in Mirkwood. The queen had decided to go for a stroll in the garden, along with her son Legolas. The trees were a beautiful emerald green, a sign of a thriving people. They walked along the gravel path, smiling and laughing about Legolas's training earlier that day.
"I hit the apple right off the tree" he said with bright eyes.
"Of course you did, you have the same love for archery as I did when I was young. Never forget that love is an important thing, and should always be treasured" she said, patting his head.
"What is the difference between your love for father and love for a child?" he asked, as they stopped by a little bench in the middle of the garden shaded by large oak trees.
"Well your father and I love each other in a romantic sense, while I love you as my son, as someone part of my family" she said sitting down and motioning for Legolas to sit on her lap.
"Does everyone have someone to love like you and father?" he asked.
"Yes and no. Everyone loves in different ways, whether it's romantically or not is up to them. Someday you might find someone you love like your father and I, but you mustn't force it. It happens naturally" she said smiling down at him.
Suddenly they heard a cry. It sounded like the cry of an infant. The queen's head snapped to where the sound came from. She quickly set Legolas down and ran toward the noise, calling to a couple of guards stationed nearby. She came around the side of some trees to a small clearing where a basket lay on the ground. Inside was a small baby girl, wrapped in a woolly blanket. There was no note, just the name Tamar embroidered on the blanket.
The little baby gave another cry. As soon as the queen heard it, her maternal instincts kicked in and hushed her back to sleep. She soon felt a tug on her dress.
"Mother? Who is that?"
As they started walking back, she replied,
"I do not know, darling."
Once we returned to the great halls of Mirkwood, we brought the mysterious child to King Thranduil, mother's husband and my father. Before she spoke, mother ushered me into the hall to wait for her. I knew I shouldn't eavesdrop on them, but curiosity got the better of me and I peered around the corner, through a crack in the door.
"What have you found my love?" father asked descending his throne and coming to mother's side.
"I believe it is a human child, but I sense there is something different about her. Something you or I have not seen for centuries" she said.
"Yes, I feel it too. A strange presence resides over this child. We should not keep it here any longer, with this power many throughout the lands will hunt her, hunt us, if we do not send her away" father said. In his eyes I saw, for only a second, an emotion I had not seen on his face before. True fear. Fear for the death of his people, he looked at mother with those fearful eyes.
"My love, you can't honestly think I'm just going to let this poor child go. She does not deserve a life on the run, no child does. We must take care of her, she will need help with her power and it would be nice for Legolas to have someone he can play with. And you know how much I've always wanted a baby girl." mother said taking father's hand.
Sighing, he ran his hand through his hair and looked around the throne room.
"I understand that you feel you must protect this child, but I cannot bring this upon my…our kingdom."
I couldn't understand why father was so against the child living here, even if she had some kind of strange power. It was the first time I had met someone outside the walls of my home, I couldn't let her go without knowing more. Without thinking, I burst through the door and ran up to stand between them.
"Wait father! Please, don't send her away! Maybe her power could be useful to us?"
Looking down, I whispered, "and it would be nice to have someone around. Someone I could play with."
I saw the pity in father's eyes, he knew it wasn't easy for me to make friends considering I was the son of the King. He looked down, seeming to be in deep thought for a moment before he said, "the girl can stay, but only if you train her yourself. She will be your responsibility."
"I will. But how will I know how to train her?"
"You will know when the time comes."
"Happy birthday, love!" I watched as mother brought out Tamar's favorite dessert, cheese cake, to celebrate her third birthday. The cake was plain, except for the big, juicy strawberry on top. That was Tamar's favorite part. Mother sliced her a piece and Tamar squealed with joy, smiling happily and took a huge bite. Mother laughed and moved a piece of Tamar's midnight black hair out of her face and behind her ear.
"Would you like a slice, darling?" She asked, motioning towards the large cake on the table.
"Yes please." Getting up, I walked over to Tamar, while mother sliced me a piece of the cake.
"How are you doing my little princess? Do you want to play some games after we are done eating?" I asked.
"Yay! Princess! Princess!" I smiled down at her and rustled her hair as I sat back down in my seat, now with a delicious slice of cake just waiting to be eaten. Her favorite game to play was called Princess, and she was of course the princess and I was her prince.
Once I finished eating my slice of cake, I looked up to see Tamar's face covered in frosting. Right then, father walked into the room.
"What's going on?" Mother hurried over to him.
"It's her third birthday, do you not remember honey?"
"You know her birthday?"
"Well, no but we decided that the day we found her was a good enough day to be her birthday."
Not wanting to sit and be subjected to my father's temper, I stood up and asked Tamar if she wanted to go play now. To which she smiled and nodded, wiping her face and pulling me towards the door to the fountain outside.
Once we got outside, she dragged me along to the trail next to the fountain. Crouching down, I asked, "What do you want to do?" Biting her lip, she looked around and soon after, her eyes lit up like stars at night.
"Princess, princess!" she exclaimed jumping up and down.
"Alright we can play Princess, I can be the prince."
"If you're my prince, that mean we get married?"
I looked down at her little innocent face and smiled.
"Maybe if you were taller than me, we could get married." I laughed, imagining a really tall Tamar. That would never happen, right?
And being the cute little girl she was, she ran over and leapt onto a rock and yelled, "Haha, now I taller than you. We get married now?"
I just laughed and lifted her up in the air, "maybe."