A fair she elf stepped through the dark forest of Mirkwood, her long dark hair flowing in the quiet breeze. There seemed to be a slight glow to her. Her skin was pale and smooth and her eyes as grey as a bitter sweet memory. She looked young, even for an elf, and her beauty was beyond compare to the Lady Galadriel.
The elf climbed over a fallen tree. She clutched an elvish knife in one hand, and in the other she held a bow. Ready for a fight, she was. Her cousin, Haldir, had trained her before she left Lothlorien in case she ran into peril. She had not yet, but she expected she would in this dreary wood.
The forest was too quiet. Not a sound could be heard, not even the rustle of leaves in the chilling breeze. The she elf felt a sense of eeriness and held tighter to her knife. Softly she sang:
"O! Wanderers in the shadowed land despair not!
For though dark they stand,
all woods there be must end at last,
and see the open sun go past:
the setting sun, the rising sun,
the days end, or the day begun.
For east or west all woods must fail..."She was interrupted by the crunch of leaves not far ahead of her. Something or someone was out there. Pulling an arrow from behind, she set her pack down and loaded her bow. She waited for movement for what seemed like a century. Then, a hand was placed lightly on her shoulder. The elf spun around, her knife aimed at the unknown creatures stomach, but he was too quick and grabbed the knife before it could pierce him. She looked at his face, he most definitely was not an unknown creature, in fact, he was an elf!
"You are lost, milady." He said, "let me help you." The elf was tall and muscular, he had a bow and arrow(s) just like her, and many knives tucked into his belt. His hair was blonde and braided at the sides and his eyes were a grey blue like the sky on a rainy day.
Nodding, she replied, "I have lost my way, but I do not need your help. "
The elf smiled, "But you do, for this is the forest of Merkwood, and none that have wandered off the path have made it out alive. There are deadly creatures in here."
"Not all those who wander are lost, besides, I can fight." The fair elf muttered, looking around the dark wood as she did.
He stepped closer, "Tell me your name, lirimaer."
"My name is Anoriel, daughter of the sun." And so it was, Anoriel of Lothlorien. The elf nodded and lead her away to the King of Mirkwood, for the elf just so happened to be the Prince of the Woodland Realm, Legolas. Anoriel was pardoned by the kind for trespassing in Merkwood and there she stayed for years to come until the Lady Galadriel sent for her.