Okay, this was one story I was writing and stopped. It was hardcore marysue and didn't want to work with it after all the flack I was getting cause my character was too perfect. D So I am giving it another go, different plot, different elf, different idea. I thought of this last night so bare with me. Um, My grammar tends to suck, if anyone wants to help edit it, if it isn't ridiculously bad, then please I would appreciate it. I think the term is a beta reader? Haha. Yeah I might need one. P

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters but Laitarína. I got her name from an elvish site that translates name. Thought it would be fun. P According to the site it means, "crowned with praise" in Quenya.

Enjoy!

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Everyone has stories and adventures that build them into who they are. This is Laitarína's. Laitarína was a beautiful elf. She had long golden hair and brilliant blue eyes. Tall and lithe like all other elves. She grew up in Lothlorien among the elves there. It is here her story begins.

Laitarína brushed a stray hair away from her face as she gazed at the cut below her.

"You really must take more care to what you are doing, Haldir." She said softly, a small smile playing at her lips.

"Would you take as much care if you had orcs attacking you?" He grumbled back. This wasn't the first time orcs have come along the borders of the Lorien woods and it wouldn't be the last.

Haldir and Laitarína grew up together, their relationship as brother and sister. She was a healer in Lothlorien and he, the March warden of Lorien. On the rare occasion of Haldir coming across a wound, he would come to Laitarína for her help. Their relationship left them able to tease and poke fun of one another but also to share a bound of companionship as any close brother and sister would have. Haldir was tall and firmly built with fair skin and silvery blonde hair and piercing eyes.

"I still do not understand how you could managed to get this gash in your arm. Please enlighten me." She spoke again, applying Athelas to the wound.

"Yes, and if I were to enlighten you, my dear friend, I would not hear the end of it." Came another grumble from Haldir, but this time a weak smile tugging at his mouth.

The gash was not deep enough to require any sort of stitching, just a firm bandage wrapped tightly around his arm and the Athelas applied after the wound was cleaned.

"There you go Haldir." Laitarína said, patting his arm. "You will live to fight another day."

"Thank you," He replied. "If you would not have wrapped this cut just so, I would be hopeless and forever doomed to never fight again."

They stared at one another with mock serious faces, then small smirks started and they both laughed lightly at their terrible sarcasm.

"Dear Haldir, do take care. I will be terribly saddened if you do injure yourself or worse." She replied on a more serious note. "I do not care to lose my dear friend and brother."

"Of course I will take care. As I fight in battles I always remember to take care and make it back; if I don't, who would be here to tease you so?"

"You know I was trying to have a serious moment here." Came her reply as she cleaned up her utensils.

"Ah, but what would I be to you if I were to keep a serious moment serious?" He laughed lightly. "Take care, Laitarína. Until next time."

"Of course." She smiled and nodded her head lightly and he left the room.

Laitarína enjoyed being a healer and enjoyed being able to help people no matter how small the sickness or injury may be. Albeit she did not see as much action as she would have preferred for helping and healing; but with the orc attacks becoming more frequent she was able to do something.

As the evening drew on, she was able to leave her post and head to the dining hall. Though she grew up here, the beauty of the woods and city ceased to amaze her. As did the deliciousness of the food, She thought to herself as she felt the emptiness of her stomach.

The dining hall was nothing extravagant compared to other places in Caras Galadhon, but it still was beautiful. There were long row tables throughout the building and the walls were luminescent, the light seeming to come from within. The tables had cloth covering it of various creams, and pastels with small but beautiful flower arrangements decorating it.

She loved her home, very much. But lately she has been feeling an itch to travel. Or visit somewhere. She always wanted to leave because of the dreams that have been haunting her peaceful hours. When she would be rejuvenating or day dreaming, small dreams would haunt her. Dreams that she would mention to the Lady of Light.

Meeting with Galadriel about her dreams was something Laitarína did often. The Lady never wished to hear the content of them, for her thinking was that they pertained to future events that were not to be shared with others.

"Then why must I have these dreams?" Laitarína pleaded on more than one occasion.

"I feel it must have something to do with you providing help along the way. Perhaps. To keep things moving forward the way you dream them so that no outside force can tamper with it." Galadriel patiently replied.

"Well, what must I do then? Where should I go to help to keep changes from happening?"

"You will know when the time is right dear." Galadriel replied with a sense of finality that Laitarína knew, no more questions would be asked. She knew she had to trust the counsel given.

So as time progressed forward, her itch to go travel grew and grew but she still knew not where to go.

After yet another counsel with the Lady of Light, Laitarína set her sights for Rohan. Where she would go from there, she wasn't sure. Galadriel said she felt this was the best option and for Laitarína, it felt right.

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This one wasn't very long but its just getting started. I am way excited for this story and am currently job hunting and not in school so I have PLENTY of time to write and post. So the next chapter will be up shortly. Please review. Um, what else, Her character will be better developed in the next chapter as will explanations for things and her deciding to go to Rohan. This story I think will be a bit different from what normally is written and I hope I can make it as great as it flows in my mind. Haha. Thanks!

-writingforfun