Chapter One
Legolas, Gimli, and Aragorn had been pursuing the pack of Uruks for three days with some hope of seeing their friends again. Tired and weary they ran into the Riders of Rohan, who after questioning them bitterly, and giving them news that they had slaughtered the pack of Uruk-hai in the night, and left none alive, lent them two horses to bear them on their search for their friends. As they went up to the pile of uruks that had been slaughtered and burned they noticed that their were hobbit tracks leading away from the pile and into Fangorn Forest, where they later met Gandalf the White Rider. He took them on to the Kingdom of Rohan, and this is were the tale of the maiden seeking an elf's love begins.
Adrial was sitting in a corner sewing a robe of the Lady Eowyn's when she heard noises coming from outside the castle doors, that sounded as if they had company. She stood up and laid her stitching aside and straightened her long brown hair. She walked to the door and peeked out and she saw the most handsome man she could ever see in her life. She immediately noticed that he had pointy ears and long blond hair, so she thought to herself, he must be an elf. I will have to get to know him better for I haven't met a real elf before. She saw his stealthy moves with his swords and his pause before he handed them to the guard. She backed up as they came to the door and assumed a position beside one of the many pillars in the great hall and stood there like a statue to see if he would notice her.
Legolas walked in and looked around and saw all these dreary faces, but their was one face that stood out, a young servant girl of no more than 19 who was smiling vibrantly and looking straight at him. He looked back at her and smiled and said, "You are a fair maiden in this dull and lifeless castle."
She looked at him bashfully and said, "Thank You. And you mister elf stand out in this crowd because of your distinctly strait blond hair and your well cut manor. You must be royalty were you come from."
"Ah, you are correct my dear. I am a price in the Woodland Realm. My name is Legolas. I have been on a search for two of my friends who were captured by Uruk-hai, and taken to Fangorn Forest. Now my fair lady I must ask who you are?"
"I am Adrial Clearwaters. I am but a servant for the Lady Eowyn. I am nothing compared to you."
If only young Adrial knew what was going through Legolas' head, "But, I think you are."
Legolas, Gimli, and Aragorn had been pursuing the pack of Uruks for three days with some hope of seeing their friends again. Tired and weary they ran into the Riders of Rohan, who after questioning them bitterly, and giving them news that they had slaughtered the pack of Uruk-hai in the night, and left none alive, lent them two horses to bear them on their search for their friends. As they went up to the pile of uruks that had been slaughtered and burned they noticed that their were hobbit tracks leading away from the pile and into Fangorn Forest, where they later met Gandalf the White Rider. He took them on to the Kingdom of Rohan, and this is were the tale of the maiden seeking an elf's love begins.
Adrial was sitting in a corner sewing a robe of the Lady Eowyn's when she heard noises coming from outside the castle doors, that sounded as if they had company. She stood up and laid her stitching aside and straightened her long brown hair. She walked to the door and peeked out and she saw the most handsome man she could ever see in her life. She immediately noticed that he had pointy ears and long blond hair, so she thought to herself, he must be an elf. I will have to get to know him better for I haven't met a real elf before. She saw his stealthy moves with his swords and his pause before he handed them to the guard. She backed up as they came to the door and assumed a position beside one of the many pillars in the great hall and stood there like a statue to see if he would notice her.
Legolas walked in and looked around and saw all these dreary faces, but their was one face that stood out, a young servant girl of no more than 19 who was smiling vibrantly and looking straight at him. He looked back at her and smiled and said, "You are a fair maiden in this dull and lifeless castle."
She looked at him bashfully and said, "Thank You. And you mister elf stand out in this crowd because of your distinctly strait blond hair and your well cut manor. You must be royalty were you come from."
"Ah, you are correct my dear. I am a price in the Woodland Realm. My name is Legolas. I have been on a search for two of my friends who were captured by Uruk-hai, and taken to Fangorn Forest. Now my fair lady I must ask who you are?"
"I am Adrial Clearwaters. I am but a servant for the Lady Eowyn. I am nothing compared to you."
If only young Adrial knew what was going through Legolas' head, "But, I think you are."