(So, I decided to rewrite this story cause I got some, tips. So you were
enjoying the plot before, and don't like this one, please let me know. So
enjoy and please review nicely!!)
Chapter 1
Athelian sat in her room, trying to focus her abilities. She held her head because it was giving her a headache. Her mom sat there, watching her patiently. She looked up at her mom. "I can't do this!" she said, exasperated. "Athelian, you need to focus." Her mom told her patiently. Athelian looked out the window and saw her best friend, Amrod outside, with her other elf friends. She sighed and wished she was on an adventure. She imagined herself somewhere else, besides Lorien. Athelian watched her mom, an elf, who was waiting patiently for her. Her mother was beautiful, but Athelian was plain, like her father. Her father had been a human, from Gondor. But he had died in battle.
The only traits Athelian had inherited form her mom was her eyes and her lips. Athelian's eyes were an odd color. They were aqua green. Her mother told her it was because she was drawn to the sea. Her eyes were large and her lashes were long, like her mothers. Her father had been a handsome man, but plain. He had been a ranger. Her mother, a handmaiden of Galadriel, saw that her daughter was lost in thought. She dismissed her. "Don't get in too much trouble." Athelian smiled a wicked grin, one that had belonged to her father. She was a troublemaker. Her mother noticed that Athelian took after her father in a lot of ways. She sighed and sat, staring out the window.
Athelian ran down the stairs, out of the tree she called home. She nearly knocked Haldir down as she clumsily ran down the stairs. He gave her a stern look and proceeded to continue up the stairs. She rolled her eyes and tried to get around him but it was impossible on the narrow stairs. She grumbled and tried to slip past him, almost falling off. Haldir grabbed the back of her dress as she teetered off the edge. She stood rooted on the stairs, refusing to move. Haldir grumbled. "You are so stubborn!" he told her. She folded her arms defiantly. He proceeded to lift her up and swing her over his shoulder. She cursed in elvish and pounded on his back. He smirked. When they got back up to her house, he put her down. She gave him a dirty look and rushed down the stairs. Her mother laughed and talked to Haldir.
Athelian ran to the woods by the Silverlode, where all her friends always went. She ran, pulling up her skirt, so she wouldn't trip. Ever since she had become and adult, her mother had made her start wearing dresses. So instead of being an individual, she had started wearing dresses like most of her friends that were she-elves. She spotted all of her friends, at a tree by the Silverlode. She pushed her black hair behind her ears and spotted her best friend Amrod sitting by the tree. She waved at him, holding onto her skirts. He grinned and waved. She ran over and sat next to him. They grinned at each other. Athelian's other best friend, Pallavi, walked over to them. They talked for a while and suddenly Amrod remembered something. "Oh I just remembered!" he exclaimed. He sped out of the woods and back into the city. Athelian cast a weird look in the direction he had gone and than looked back at Pallavi. "He has to greet the elves that come from Mirkwood today." "Oh? Why are they here?" She shrugged. "I guess just visiting. Probably comparing Mirkwood and Lorien." Athelian shrugged. They got up and started to walk back to the city. Athelian got back to her tree and ran up the stairs, as usual. She tripped on something and fell on her face. She swore again, brushing her dress off and wiping her face. Her mom had heard her swear and stood in front of the door. She frowned when Athelian reached the door. "You must not use those words so loudly. Everyone could've heard you." Her mother rubbed some paste on the bruises and scratches on her face, which started to disappear. "You must get ready." She handed Athelian a dress, which was blue and was in ballroom style. She groaned. She knew how to dance, just hated it. "For what?" asking a question, she already knew the answer to. "For the ball tonight. The Prince of Mirkwood is visiting here and since you are my daughter, you must be presented." "Why?" "For the Prince to see." Her mother said no more. Athelian was confused. Presented? The only presenting elves do is for marriage she thought. The idea suddenly dawned on her. "No way!! I'm not getting married!!" she shouted. Her mother hushed her and said, "The Prince is only looking, for his father wishes him to marry an elf from another land. I don't think he himself wishes to marry." Athelian breathed a sigh of relief. She wasn't planning on getting married, ever. She dressed in the dress her mother had given her and made her way down the stairs. She didn't run because her mother was right behind and didn't want her to ruin the dress. They walked into the great hall and were escorted to sit near Galadriel. As Athelian walked by, she saw Pallavi sitting with her mother and father, a couple of seats away from Galadriel. She grinned at Pallavi, who lifted her hand up in a wave. Athelian sat down and looked up at the person across from her. He had long blonde hair and deep blue eyes, eyes that looked into your soul. He had a nice face. This must be his Highness, himself. She thought. She looked him over. He certainly has a nice face. That's probably the only nice thing about him She chuckled, causing her mother to give her stern look and the elf across from her to smile. She looked up because Celeborn had been speaking. "And Lothlorien formally welcomes the Prince of Mirkwood, Legolas Greenleaf." The Elf across from her got up and bowed. She rolled her eyes and her mother looked like she was going to slap her. Elves, especially elf-ladies never, ever rolled their eyes. Athelian put her hands by her sides and sat back down. The servants brought in the food. Piping hot plates were set in front of everybody. Athelian breathed in the scent of the food in front of her and ate slowly, like her mother. In truth, she was hungry as an animal and she wanted nothing more to dig in and with no manners. Instead, she daintily picked up her knife and fork and slowly ate the food. She looked up and saw the prince watching her. She looked up and boldly looked back in his eyes. He flushed and looked down, continuing to eat his food.
*Legolas's POV* Legolas rode into Lorien on the back of his steed. It had been a long journey and he just wanted to rest. He knew why his father had sent him up here to the woods of Lothlorien. His father wished for him to marry an elven maid from Lorien. He sighed. He didn't want to be forced to marry. The court was hosting a ball in honor of his coming. A young elf ran up to them as they entered the city. He introduced himself as Amrod. Amrod ran up to where Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel and than ran back down. "The Lady and Lord will see you. " He led Legolas and his company up the winding stairs and into the room where the Lord and the Lady sat. They stood as Legolas entered. "Lorien welcomes you Prince Legolas of Mirkwood." Galadriel said Legolas bowed. "I am eager to enjoy your fine city, my Lady." "And you shall" she said smiling. "Amrod will take care of any of your needs." She summoned one of her handmaidens, who looked longingly at Legolas, than led them to their rooms. Legolas sat down on his bed, after he had unpacked his things. There was a knock on his door. He got up to open it. It was Amrod. "Your highness-"Legolas held up his hand and interrupted him. "Please call me Legolas." Amrod grinned and said "Alright Legolas, The Lady and Lord request you for a ball, in your honor." He said formally. Than he got casual. "C'mon, get dressed and I'll take you to the hall. It's easy to get lost here." He grinned again as Legolas shut the door. 5 minutes later, Legolas emerged, dressed and he and Amrod entered the hall. Amrod pointed out a section and told him he could sit anywhere that was really close to the front of the table where the Lady and the Lord would dine. Legolas sat down as elves started to enter. A few elf maids started to sit across from him, but quickly got up. They seemed intimidated by him. Finally, a few minutes before the feast was to start, an elven maid, or at least he thought she was elvish, walked in with what looked like her mother. She sat down right across from him and didn't even look at him. Lord Celeborn announced Legolas and he stood up, than sat down because the food was being served. The meal was good and he ate, enjoying the fine cooking of Lorien. He looked up and studied the maid across from him, while he ate. She had unusual features to be from Lorien. Yet he assumed she was from Lorien because he assumed her mother, the lady next to her, was from Lorien. She had the airs of an elf from Lorien. He continued to study the maid. She had sea green eyes, the color of the ocean on a beautiful day. She also had black hair. It stood out among the other elves because the others hair was silvery white and some were blonde. She looked up at him and stared right into his eyes. He felt those green eyes probing into his soul. He looked down and flushed, digging into his plate. He saw Amrod running towards the girl. He bent down by her chair and whispered something to her, than ran out the door. The girl laughed, her eyes twinkling than followed him out the door, checking behind her, before breaking into a run just outside the doors. Legolas chuckled at this sight, surprised at the lady running in her dresses. He got up and walked out the doors, bidding the Lady and the Lord a good night, promising he'd come back in a little while for the festivities if he was up to it. He strolled out into the gardens and sat down on a bench, looking up at the stars. He saw very few. He wished for some way to see them. He had always loved the stars, the night. It was hard to see in the Forests of Mirkwood but whenever he got out, he marveled at the sky. Suddenly he heard a rustling in the bushes, his hand on the knife that he carried. He jumped back. The girl he had seen earlier today was there. She jumped up from where she had been picking herbs. "Are you following me?" she demanded, hotly. Legolas took his hand off his knife and offered it to her, and she took it. "No, I was only out strolling in the garden and wanted to see the stars." She looked at him. "Whatever. You like the stars?" "Yes." "Come on, I know the best place to look." She strode off into the woods. Legolas looked after, than hesitantly followed. After a while, she broke into a run. Legolas followed after her. Finally they stopped at a stream. "It's the Silverlode." She whispered. "Why are we whispering?" he whispered back. "So we don't disturb the waters." She started to climb up a tree and motioned for him to follow her. He looked down, so as not to look up her dress. She laughed and continued up. Finally, they stopped at the top of the tree. The girl hung onto a branch and stepped onto a small platform that had been built there. Legolas jumped onto the platform. The girl lay down on the floor and Legolas joined her, than looked up. She was right; the stars were their brightest and best, above the trees of Lorien. He looked at the girl. "By the way, I never got your name." She smirked. "Its Athelian." She looked up again. "And you are Prince Legolas, Mr. Bold himself who stared at me in dinner." He flushed and said "Please call me Legolas and I did not mean to stare, but you are not like any she elf I have ever seen." She smirked again and got up. "There are a lot of things you don't know about me Legolas. I hope you can find your way home. "As she said that, she slid down the tree and left, leaving Legolas in the tree, puzzled and still lying on the wooden platform.
Chapter 1
Athelian sat in her room, trying to focus her abilities. She held her head because it was giving her a headache. Her mom sat there, watching her patiently. She looked up at her mom. "I can't do this!" she said, exasperated. "Athelian, you need to focus." Her mom told her patiently. Athelian looked out the window and saw her best friend, Amrod outside, with her other elf friends. She sighed and wished she was on an adventure. She imagined herself somewhere else, besides Lorien. Athelian watched her mom, an elf, who was waiting patiently for her. Her mother was beautiful, but Athelian was plain, like her father. Her father had been a human, from Gondor. But he had died in battle.
The only traits Athelian had inherited form her mom was her eyes and her lips. Athelian's eyes were an odd color. They were aqua green. Her mother told her it was because she was drawn to the sea. Her eyes were large and her lashes were long, like her mothers. Her father had been a handsome man, but plain. He had been a ranger. Her mother, a handmaiden of Galadriel, saw that her daughter was lost in thought. She dismissed her. "Don't get in too much trouble." Athelian smiled a wicked grin, one that had belonged to her father. She was a troublemaker. Her mother noticed that Athelian took after her father in a lot of ways. She sighed and sat, staring out the window.
Athelian ran down the stairs, out of the tree she called home. She nearly knocked Haldir down as she clumsily ran down the stairs. He gave her a stern look and proceeded to continue up the stairs. She rolled her eyes and tried to get around him but it was impossible on the narrow stairs. She grumbled and tried to slip past him, almost falling off. Haldir grabbed the back of her dress as she teetered off the edge. She stood rooted on the stairs, refusing to move. Haldir grumbled. "You are so stubborn!" he told her. She folded her arms defiantly. He proceeded to lift her up and swing her over his shoulder. She cursed in elvish and pounded on his back. He smirked. When they got back up to her house, he put her down. She gave him a dirty look and rushed down the stairs. Her mother laughed and talked to Haldir.
Athelian ran to the woods by the Silverlode, where all her friends always went. She ran, pulling up her skirt, so she wouldn't trip. Ever since she had become and adult, her mother had made her start wearing dresses. So instead of being an individual, she had started wearing dresses like most of her friends that were she-elves. She spotted all of her friends, at a tree by the Silverlode. She pushed her black hair behind her ears and spotted her best friend Amrod sitting by the tree. She waved at him, holding onto her skirts. He grinned and waved. She ran over and sat next to him. They grinned at each other. Athelian's other best friend, Pallavi, walked over to them. They talked for a while and suddenly Amrod remembered something. "Oh I just remembered!" he exclaimed. He sped out of the woods and back into the city. Athelian cast a weird look in the direction he had gone and than looked back at Pallavi. "He has to greet the elves that come from Mirkwood today." "Oh? Why are they here?" She shrugged. "I guess just visiting. Probably comparing Mirkwood and Lorien." Athelian shrugged. They got up and started to walk back to the city. Athelian got back to her tree and ran up the stairs, as usual. She tripped on something and fell on her face. She swore again, brushing her dress off and wiping her face. Her mom had heard her swear and stood in front of the door. She frowned when Athelian reached the door. "You must not use those words so loudly. Everyone could've heard you." Her mother rubbed some paste on the bruises and scratches on her face, which started to disappear. "You must get ready." She handed Athelian a dress, which was blue and was in ballroom style. She groaned. She knew how to dance, just hated it. "For what?" asking a question, she already knew the answer to. "For the ball tonight. The Prince of Mirkwood is visiting here and since you are my daughter, you must be presented." "Why?" "For the Prince to see." Her mother said no more. Athelian was confused. Presented? The only presenting elves do is for marriage she thought. The idea suddenly dawned on her. "No way!! I'm not getting married!!" she shouted. Her mother hushed her and said, "The Prince is only looking, for his father wishes him to marry an elf from another land. I don't think he himself wishes to marry." Athelian breathed a sigh of relief. She wasn't planning on getting married, ever. She dressed in the dress her mother had given her and made her way down the stairs. She didn't run because her mother was right behind and didn't want her to ruin the dress. They walked into the great hall and were escorted to sit near Galadriel. As Athelian walked by, she saw Pallavi sitting with her mother and father, a couple of seats away from Galadriel. She grinned at Pallavi, who lifted her hand up in a wave. Athelian sat down and looked up at the person across from her. He had long blonde hair and deep blue eyes, eyes that looked into your soul. He had a nice face. This must be his Highness, himself. She thought. She looked him over. He certainly has a nice face. That's probably the only nice thing about him She chuckled, causing her mother to give her stern look and the elf across from her to smile. She looked up because Celeborn had been speaking. "And Lothlorien formally welcomes the Prince of Mirkwood, Legolas Greenleaf." The Elf across from her got up and bowed. She rolled her eyes and her mother looked like she was going to slap her. Elves, especially elf-ladies never, ever rolled their eyes. Athelian put her hands by her sides and sat back down. The servants brought in the food. Piping hot plates were set in front of everybody. Athelian breathed in the scent of the food in front of her and ate slowly, like her mother. In truth, she was hungry as an animal and she wanted nothing more to dig in and with no manners. Instead, she daintily picked up her knife and fork and slowly ate the food. She looked up and saw the prince watching her. She looked up and boldly looked back in his eyes. He flushed and looked down, continuing to eat his food.
*Legolas's POV* Legolas rode into Lorien on the back of his steed. It had been a long journey and he just wanted to rest. He knew why his father had sent him up here to the woods of Lothlorien. His father wished for him to marry an elven maid from Lorien. He sighed. He didn't want to be forced to marry. The court was hosting a ball in honor of his coming. A young elf ran up to them as they entered the city. He introduced himself as Amrod. Amrod ran up to where Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel and than ran back down. "The Lady and Lord will see you. " He led Legolas and his company up the winding stairs and into the room where the Lord and the Lady sat. They stood as Legolas entered. "Lorien welcomes you Prince Legolas of Mirkwood." Galadriel said Legolas bowed. "I am eager to enjoy your fine city, my Lady." "And you shall" she said smiling. "Amrod will take care of any of your needs." She summoned one of her handmaidens, who looked longingly at Legolas, than led them to their rooms. Legolas sat down on his bed, after he had unpacked his things. There was a knock on his door. He got up to open it. It was Amrod. "Your highness-"Legolas held up his hand and interrupted him. "Please call me Legolas." Amrod grinned and said "Alright Legolas, The Lady and Lord request you for a ball, in your honor." He said formally. Than he got casual. "C'mon, get dressed and I'll take you to the hall. It's easy to get lost here." He grinned again as Legolas shut the door. 5 minutes later, Legolas emerged, dressed and he and Amrod entered the hall. Amrod pointed out a section and told him he could sit anywhere that was really close to the front of the table where the Lady and the Lord would dine. Legolas sat down as elves started to enter. A few elf maids started to sit across from him, but quickly got up. They seemed intimidated by him. Finally, a few minutes before the feast was to start, an elven maid, or at least he thought she was elvish, walked in with what looked like her mother. She sat down right across from him and didn't even look at him. Lord Celeborn announced Legolas and he stood up, than sat down because the food was being served. The meal was good and he ate, enjoying the fine cooking of Lorien. He looked up and studied the maid across from him, while he ate. She had unusual features to be from Lorien. Yet he assumed she was from Lorien because he assumed her mother, the lady next to her, was from Lorien. She had the airs of an elf from Lorien. He continued to study the maid. She had sea green eyes, the color of the ocean on a beautiful day. She also had black hair. It stood out among the other elves because the others hair was silvery white and some were blonde. She looked up at him and stared right into his eyes. He felt those green eyes probing into his soul. He looked down and flushed, digging into his plate. He saw Amrod running towards the girl. He bent down by her chair and whispered something to her, than ran out the door. The girl laughed, her eyes twinkling than followed him out the door, checking behind her, before breaking into a run just outside the doors. Legolas chuckled at this sight, surprised at the lady running in her dresses. He got up and walked out the doors, bidding the Lady and the Lord a good night, promising he'd come back in a little while for the festivities if he was up to it. He strolled out into the gardens and sat down on a bench, looking up at the stars. He saw very few. He wished for some way to see them. He had always loved the stars, the night. It was hard to see in the Forests of Mirkwood but whenever he got out, he marveled at the sky. Suddenly he heard a rustling in the bushes, his hand on the knife that he carried. He jumped back. The girl he had seen earlier today was there. She jumped up from where she had been picking herbs. "Are you following me?" she demanded, hotly. Legolas took his hand off his knife and offered it to her, and she took it. "No, I was only out strolling in the garden and wanted to see the stars." She looked at him. "Whatever. You like the stars?" "Yes." "Come on, I know the best place to look." She strode off into the woods. Legolas looked after, than hesitantly followed. After a while, she broke into a run. Legolas followed after her. Finally they stopped at a stream. "It's the Silverlode." She whispered. "Why are we whispering?" he whispered back. "So we don't disturb the waters." She started to climb up a tree and motioned for him to follow her. He looked down, so as not to look up her dress. She laughed and continued up. Finally, they stopped at the top of the tree. The girl hung onto a branch and stepped onto a small platform that had been built there. Legolas jumped onto the platform. The girl lay down on the floor and Legolas joined her, than looked up. She was right; the stars were their brightest and best, above the trees of Lorien. He looked at the girl. "By the way, I never got your name." She smirked. "Its Athelian." She looked up again. "And you are Prince Legolas, Mr. Bold himself who stared at me in dinner." He flushed and said "Please call me Legolas and I did not mean to stare, but you are not like any she elf I have ever seen." She smirked again and got up. "There are a lot of things you don't know about me Legolas. I hope you can find your way home. "As she said that, she slid down the tree and left, leaving Legolas in the tree, puzzled and still lying on the wooden platform.