READ THIS FIRST— Ok so I'm stealing the plot from the Bollywood movie, Dil, starring Aamir Khan 3 who is oh so fine he blows my mind. But Legolas is quite sexy himself. Anyways, after watching it, I decided to make it a Legolas fic and replace the characters, switch it around a bit, and write it in English instead of Hindi. :) I'm trying to stay true to the movie with this one as opposed to my last R&J version which turned just plain weird after a while. I don't know if this will be any different since I tend to do a sort of stream-of-consciousness writing type of thing and never think of an ending until I'm forced to because if it were up to me, my stories would last forever. Alright enough rambling from me. On with the beginning!

"Oh if only the Valar would grant me more money," cried Asret Silverbranch. His wife smirked as she washed the dishes.

"Is that all you ever think about?" she asked. "The Valar made this world and the Valar can surely destroy it because of materialistic creatures like you. Be happy for what you have."

"And what do I have?" scoffed Asret, "Not even a son, but a daughter! Who, by the way, I will have to pay dowry for! And a wife who can't even make proper tea! And so little money! And a little shop where my young employee is deaf and blind! If you think that should make me happy, then you are quite the insane hag."

"You have a beautiful house and a beautiful and intelligent daughter who has a scholarship to one of the best schools in Mirkwood," his wife said, softly, "I know many an elf who would go into the very dungeons of Mordor all by themselves just to have what you have."

"Hah!" retorted Asret, "And who do you know? You never go out of the house!"

"You never let me," she said, "But some do stop and say hello and chat."

"Eh, the world is not that interesting anyways" Asret frowned. "The only thing I am lucky for is my horse. And even that is useless to me right now since Silivren uses it to ride to school."

somewhere else

"Ah, a perfect score," smiled Silivren as she looked down at the very pleasing grade she received on her paper about the two hundred thirty six different uses for Dragon weed. A friend of hers peaked over her shoulder and slapped her on the back.

"Congratulations, my friend," he laughed. "You can never cease to be perfect."

"You know what this means," Silivren said, a smile creeping across her face. "Party at my house!!!!"

The class erupted in an cheering, but her friend Vellon smirked.

"But Silivren, your father.......," he trailed off.

"Oh don't fret!" smiled Silivren," He won't be home until tomorrow. He has a huge project at his shop and it will probably take him days to finish. Plus, it's my birthday! It's not everyday that an elf turns 343!"

The dancing was making the floor shake. Wine and food were everywhere and elves danced, ate, and sang to their heart's delight. It was the kind of party that was often had by the less fortunate students at their school. The rich kids had their own parties where they sat around a huge, delicious, and expensive meal and discussed issues of the world. The poorer kids liked to dance, drink, curse, and escape the realities of their not-so-pleasant lives.

Two separate worlds.

Silivren danced to her heart's delight. Never had she been so happy as she was when she was dancing with her friends.

However, she did not notice her father walking into the room. His mouth gaped at the sheer amount of young elves and the wine and food that was being passed around.

He then proceeded to faint.

A few weeks later, Asret received the bill for the party. He walked into his daughter's room and slapped her across the face. She gasped and did not turn towards him, pressing a hand to the place where he had hit her.

"Do you know how much I have to pay for this!?" he screamed, shoving the scroll into her face. "Do you think I am as rich as the King:? Is that what you think? That my money is expandable? I feed you! I clothe you! I let you live under my roof and this is how you repay me? Ungrateful little bitch! To pay for this, I am selling your horse!"

"What?" gaped Silivren, "But how will I get to school?"

"Like the rest of your other little friends do," he smiled, "You will walk." Silivren groaned and slumped down on her bed. Her mother quickly came in.

"Oh, but Asret, she's a young girl," her mother rationalized, "She needs to have more fun!"

"She's made me almost bankrupt!" Asret shrieked. "Look at how much she spent on one night!" He shoved the bill into his wife's face.

"She doesn't give parties often," she said, softly, "It was her birthday yesterday."

"For her it was a birthday, but for me it was a death anniversary!" he cried. "After she was born, she has celebrated it 343 times!" He stormed out angrily.

"Your father loves you Silivren," her mother said softly, caressing her cheek, "He is just confused." Silivren nodded, but she was not sure whether she agreed with her mother. Or maybe she did agree, but wouldn't that also be because she wanted to believe her?

The next school day came and Silivren pulled herself out of bed. She no longer had the comfort of riding her horse to school and would now have to walk on that muddy road like the rest of her friends. It was not that she thought she was too good for that, but she felt that she had some sort of social standing at school because she did not travel to school on foot. Now she felt even worse. The more she had begged her father to forgive her, the more he had resisted.

Looking in the mirror a girl with large light brown eyes, pale skin, and straight black hair stared back at her. She was quite fit since she was a dancer, but was also well endowed with the curves of the females of her family on her mother's side. Thus, she was not particularly thin, but not exactly chubby. What is the word here? Aha! Average. She wore a very sad expression, but that changed as she made an unattractive face at herself in the mirror.

"You're nothing and nobody right now," she whispered to the girl in the mirror, "But one day you will be important. One day everyone will know your name."

She gave the mirror one last glance and left with her books in her hands. They were so heavy. She was used to putting them in the saddle bag. She left the quiet house and started to walk down the old road. Some of her friends had caught up with her and all of them tried hard to avoid the puddles of mud that were in their paths.

Silivren almost stepped in one but held herself back suddenly. She let out a deep sigh and was then showered with mud and water. Opening her eyes, she saw a carriage stop. A golden head peaked out.

"What are you, blind?! Watch where you're going!" Prince Legolas called angrily and then motioned his driver to keep going. Silivren was now covered from head to toe in mud, but she was too far from home now to do anything about it.

"I will have my revenge," she seethed.

"Silivren, don't be foolish," said her friend Govana, "He's the Prince of Mirkwood!"

"I don't care if he's the bloody Sauron himself! "she was almost screaming now, "I'll have my revenge on him!"

She walked into school with tears in her eyes. Vellon gave her an extra pair of his clothing which was very large on her.

But nevertheless, Silivren has a good memory and like her father, never forgets anything that anyone does to her. And so all throughout history class, she pondered on a good and solid trick to play on the heir to the Mirkwood throne.

A/N: Hope you all liked the story so far. For all of you who know what Indian movies are like, don't worry. This will not have any song and dance numbers. :-D

Tell me what you all think, por favor.