How they met-

The young princess of Lothlorien. Not of blood to the guardians rulers. But they did parent her, that girls name was Elaviel. The one of faith, that is her name- my name. I am of 100 years young to my people.

At the moment I was waiting to see the King of Mirkwood, and his young son of 200 or so years. My parents have told me he is to be my husband to keep, the forests from our home to there home safe.

It was not for me to worry about; I am far too young to worry about this. I can live as I please until then. I walked into my families thrown room. I saw my father Celebron saw me and held his arms out to me. I ran to him, giggling as he spun me around. Than placed me down.

"Lord Thranduil this is our daughter Elaviel. Elaviel say help to the king of Thranduil." I held my fathers hand, than waved I was use to seeing new people of all races. "Hello my dear, you look rather beautiful, is this special dress because of my arrival?" He asked chuckling a bit.

I looked down and saw my blue dress it was rather pretty, I nodded up at him. Well what he does not know will not hurt him. "You lie." I hear a claim voice call out. "O Legolas… This is young Legolas my son Prince of Woodland Realm." He said moving a side to show a older boy with blond hair and pale skin with blue eyes that looked deeper than my soul.

Everyone in the room was waiting, our Fathers, the guards, and the maids. Legolas walked to tock, and me, kneeled down my hand. Than placed a small kiss on hit. "It is a pleaser to met you." He said softly. His father looked rather pleased. My father looked at me waiting for the response I had to make.

"It is very nice to met you as well Sir Legolas. I CAN MAKE A FLOWER OUT OF WATER WANNA SEE?" I yelled not able to contain my self any more. The perfect daughter princess of Lothlorein was too hard. "Elaviel! You will apologies to the King and his son." My father said upset not angry just he didn't want his young crazy daughter to mess this up.

"No its quite alright, I would like to see this, if that is alright with you father?" Legolas looked to his father, his face still pretty blank. "Of course my son. Go on." He laughed and waved us away.

I pulled him along to the rivers. Showing him the beauty of my home in a quick flash. When we got to the small pound. "It may take me a moment." He just simply nodded. I put my hands in the water mumbling some word my mother had me learn some time ago.

When I looked at my work I saw a flower forming in the river. I hear a intake of breath and dropped the water. Why of all the times I wished to do something I fail. "Do not worry, practice is all you need." He said putting a hand on my shoulder. "Same as me with my bow, we both just need to work harder." Smiling was all I could do, until my happiness tock over and I hugged him.

"You know your eyes are rather different from your families." He said to me. I looked over at him. How could he say that. I was the same I was an elf. What more mattered? "My eyes of green are for the F-fields of Lothlorien." I said repeating what my father had told me. "Green like life." He said simply to me. I smiled a lil at him the fear in my voice gone.

Growing up I knew I was different, everyone had golden or ash or light blonde hair, and mine was a red brown. They all had grey blue, or blue eyes. Mine a emerald green eyes. I was different no one could say other. "Your different like the Halflings. But a full elf, it is shocking." He said moving some of my hair. I looked away not sure of the look I was getting,

"What do you think of seeing our springs!" I moving to the wooded area. He was quite for a moment than moved next to me. "If I may ask my lady may I see your training grounds." I blinded trying to think of where there were. I nodded moving to the grounds by the main hall in our trees.

When we got there he went for the bow area standing next to it bow and hand. "Would you like to learn?" he asked I moved to him taking the bow and smiling. "What make you think I do not know?" I said moving to shoot. I did and hit the target. When I handed him the bow he grasped it and moved then shot. Going throw mine. I must say my pride was hurt and my face showed it.

He moved his my chin to look at him. "Your shot is good, but you still must learn, must practice." He said then kissed my cheek.