Ummm, hi. I've decided to try my hand at a Legolas/OC story ... this is just the prologue, and I'm almost done the first chapter, and if I get any reviews, then I'll continue!

Some things to be made clear:

Aragorn's eyes are green.

Elvish babies don't cry when they're born.

Elves mature at the same rate as humans until they are about 16 years of age, and then they seemingly stop growing physically. So they could be 200 and look 16 ½.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything except Eruen.

In This Life

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Prologue

Arwen's breath caught in her throat as someone handed her her new child. She was so beautiful, wrapped in a soft blanket, her large, trusting green eyes staring up at her mother. Those eyes were so much like her fathers ... she snapped out of her reverie as Arwen realized something—her baby wasn't crying. And her ears—well, they weren't human ears. They were pointed at the top! What it did it mean?

The door opened, and a tall, handsome man with black hair and piercing emerald eyes walked in, disregarding all others in the room to stride to his wife's bedside. "How did it go?" he breathed in her ear (before kissing Arwen gently), knowing she didn't like loud noises after a stressful time, especially a birth.

"She didn't cry," Arwen said, looking at Aragorn with her large, frightened gray eyes.

"So then she—" he stopped as Arwen showed him their daughter. The small girl looked up at him with her strangely intelligent eyes. His breathing grew harsher as they were locked in a staring contest, but then she laughed, the giggle that only a tiny, innocent child can produce, and she reached up so she could try to grab his swinging hair. Aragorn stayed motionless, taking her in, eyes, ears, and all, before looking back at Arwen. "She, she's an elf! But, it cannot be," he whispered.

"I do not know." Arwen sighed. "Stranger things have happened. But remember, love, we must have estel. We must never lose our estel." She looked at him under hooded eyelids.

"Yes," he replied. "Hope."

The door swung open quietly as the ladies-in-waiting and the royal midwife left the King and Queen of Gondor alone for a while.

"I am not sure this was such a good idea, Aragorn."

Aragorn sighed and put his arms around Arwen's waist, resting his chin on top of her head.

"Do not worry about our son, darling. He is perfectly capable of ruling, and besides, he is not ruling himself. My counselors will take care of our children."

"I know that. But, love, is she ready? And is it the right thing, having her grow up without her parents?" Arwen searched the night sky hungrily, as if she might find the answer to their problem in the starry heavens.

Aragorn followed his queen's eyes with his. The moon shined gently down on them, and he took confidence in her soft glow. "Maybe not, but what else can we do? It is a better solution than having her grow up in the court, where she would be forever ridiculed for her ... abnormalities, they would say. Here she is with her own kind."

"We are her own kind!" Arwen shot back, before sighing and leaning into her husband's embrace. "Today, she spoke her first word. She called me Mi-Mi. How can I leave my own child here, among—among strangers!"

"She has your father, and your brothers. She will most likely visit Lothlorien before too long. Do you consider them strangers?"

"No, but ..."

"Legolas has promised to check on her regularly, and tell us how she is doing," Aragorn cut her off.

Arwen pried her gaze away from the stars and cast it over the tumbling waterfalls and lush greenery of Imladris, Rivendell, the elven haven. She was silent for a long moment, before answering his unspoken question. "If Legolas will do that, then perhaps I may become adapted to the idea of leaving Eruen here, to grow up with elves, under the care of my father. Perhaps."