From me, to you.

Author's note: Updated 29 May 2011. Rewrote the whole chapter.

Disclaimer: My story find place Middle Earth, created by J.R.R Tolkien. Credit for that and the characters he made, go to him.

Chapter 1, The impact of a song

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Legolas' Point of view

"I need a break" I muttered to myself. My head felt heavy and there were a million thoughts running through my mind. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, making an attempt to calm myself down.

Sometimes it felt like I was needed everywhere at the same time. Especially my father – he expected a lot of me lately. He had the impression that I wasn't busy enough already with training the new soldiers for the army. He had been pressuring and hinting that it was time for me to find a 'companion', as he called it. Companion. Hmph. We both knew exactly what he meant with that. Personally I did not agree with him on this subject, I was too busy to have time for anyone else. Besides, there was no one around that I was interested in. Most of the females at the castle were either after my money or my status.

I stared at the ceiling and did my best to focus on something else.

My thoughts drifted off to earlier this morning when I had decided to go back to a certain place in the forest. From time to time I decided to go there to get some peace, but apparently, I hadn't been the only morning I found a beautifully written, yet unfinished song hidden inbetween some leaves.

The little piece of paper was underneath a pile of leaves when I had found it. I concluded that someone must have lost it, so as I picked the paper up, I looked up and scanned the area for the owner of the little paper. There was no one to be found though. I looked down at the paper in my hands again and suddenly my curiously took over. I opened the folded paper and started to read. It turned out to be some kind of song, but the last lines were missing.

My eyes wondered back to the place where I had found the paper. Maybe there was more? As I searched around, my eyes caught a tiny bottle of ink and a feather quill pen next to it, hiding underneath a bush.

So someone has made this place into their little writing place, I thought to myself. Without thinking twice I picked up the pen and the bottle of ink and sat down on the ground. I just hated it when things were left unfinished. I smirked as I started writing.

I smiled as I thought back of this and promised myself to go back there as soon as I had the time for it. I just hoped the owner of the song wouldn't be too crossed with me for finishing their song.

My thoughts were ruddenly interrupted by knock on my door.

"Legolas? We're waiting for you," my friend Rae yelled.

I'd rather lie in my big comfy bed right now, but I had already promised my friends we'd go down town to visit the market today. It's been a while since I found the time to hang around with my friends, so I couldn't break this promise right now.

With a deep breath, I forced myself off the bed, "On my way!"

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Lenya's Point of view

Yep. It was a good day today. There was a small summer breeze through the air and the day had a nice temperature everyone could get used to.

As I walked down the path, my arms were beginning to complain because of the weight they had to carry. Mother had sent me out to do the laundry, because her and my sister were too busy preparing the food for today's market in town.

Every two weeks there was a huge market in town. Everyone prepares their goods and products and traders gather around. It's a very important occasion for my family. Our father had passed away a lot of years ago when serving in the royal army. Now, apart from a very small amount of money the castle paid my mother every year, this was our only income.

At the market my family is usually busy with preparing meals and selling the vegetables we grow at our little farm. My mother didn't trust me with food anymore, since the 'little incident' a few months ago, when I nearly burned down the house. That's why I was doomed to do the laundry and my sister was helping her with the food right now. It wasn't really my fault that I was a horrible cook. Food simply didn't like me.

I was still expected to help selling everything later on though, so I had to hurry up.

"Lenya?" A voice from behind me called out, "Lenya! Wait up!"

I recognized the voice immediately. He was out of breath by the time he reached me. Our eyes crossed and his lips formed a smile. "Are you in hurry or something? I didn't know you could walk that fast."

"Well, forgive me, Ellan, but some of us, actually have to work," I replied with a grin.

He smirked, "True, true. Luckily for me that one is you and not me."

I rolled my eyes. With a look at the basket full of clothes in my hands he continued, "Is it wash day again?"

"Yep," I replied dryly and continued to my way to the river.

Ellan had been my neighbour as well as a good friend for years. We grew up together and I've known him for as long as I could remember. He was like a big brother to me.

When we reached the river, I sat down and started to wash the clothes. Ellan sat down next to me and picked up some stones. "I'm bored." He threw the stones in the water one by one and he stared across the river, with an absent look in his eyes.

"Don't you have plans today?"

"No... you? Apart from washing?"

I shrugged, "Market stuff. Preparations, selling food... the usual."

"Ah."

I continued to wash and my thoughts drifted off to a song I wrote yesterday ago. It wasn't finished yet, because I had to leave in the middle of it. I loved to write, especially poems and songs. I had a secret place in the forest where I hid my paper and pen and I went there atleast twice a week to write and relax. I couldn't do this at home, since I had to share my room with my sister.

As my lips softly whispered the words of the song, I tried to think of a fitting ending.

Ellan looked up to me, "Huh, did you say something?" he asked with a confused look on his face.

Appareantly I had whispered a bit louder than I thought. "Oh, it's just a little song that I wrote, nothing that would interest you…" I replied softly.

"Ah."

I was always a bit uncomfortable to share my songs and poems with others. That was also the reason why I went to the forest to write, I did not want anyone else to see it. Not that it mattered that much, it was just Ellan. He was the most non literate person you could ever meet. This time I loved him for it.

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Legolas

It was good to spend time with the guys again, I felt a lot better than I did earlier. Luriel was keeping me entertained with a story about the archery contest he held with Aviel yesterday and Rae was fooling around and making silly comments to make us all laugh. Sometimes I forgot how much I needed the company of my friends.

As we walked down the street, I did my best to ignore all the attention we were getting. I wished people would treat me the same as they did to each other, it was annoying that there was no one that dared to speak back to me or say 'no' once in a while.

"Oh no…" Luriel suddenly moaned next to me and I followed his eyes. A couple of feet away from us stood a girl. She had long blond hair and was dressed in a bright yellow dress. She did not look familiar to me.

"What's wrong?" I whispered and watched how the girl's face lit up when she noticed we were heading in her direction.

"Thát is," He nodded in her direction, "That girl has been stalking me for nearly two weeks."

"What does she want from you?" Rae asked with an amused look on his face.

"Attention, a way into the castle, I don't know. You know how they are, those farmer girls," Luriel sighed.

Rae's eyes went big, "Right, ok, uh… I'll see you all back at the castle later on, alright?" And he was gone. I couldn't help but to laugh. Rae had completely changed over the past few months. Rae used to love all the attention he got, even from girls like these. I lost count at how many hearths he had broken. This all changed when he met Marywen, his current girlfriend – and soon to be wife. He did his best to avoid any girl that might give Marywen the impression that he had fallen back into his old behaviour, since Marywen had a bit of a… well, let's call it a 'jealousy' problem.

"Nice friend" Luriel mumbled, "Let's turn around befo..."

It was too late. The girl, who was hysterically waving at us now, was heading our way. "Good afternoon, my lords!" She spoke cheerfully when she reached us and bowed.

"Good afternoon, Lira," Luriel politely greeted her. I smirked. No matter how he felt about someone, Luriel was always polite. "Legolas, I'd like you to meet Lira Veryan, daughter of Arthion Veryan," He said, introducing us to her.

That name rang a bell with me, I remembered Arthion Veryan from a very long time ago. He was a nice, but quiet guy, who always put in a lot of effort in everything he did. Sadly, he had passed away lots of years ago, when he got ambushed by orcs. It was a sad story. His wife was left alone to take care of their farm and their two little daughters.

"Your highness, may I ask you a question?" I watched her blue eyes go from me, to Luriel and then back to me. She giggled shyly.

Ugh. I could sense this was going into a direction I did not like. "What is it, my lady?" I asked politely, trying to hide my annoyance.

"Your highness, would you allow me accompany you?" She asked, begging with her eyes.

Oh, no. I looked at Luriel, who all of the sudden, was very amused with the situation. "What a wonderful idea!" He yelled out and grinned evilly at me. I bet he was happy not to be the victim. "I'm sure the prince would LOVE that!"

It was like giving candy to a child. "Let's go then!" Lira yelled excitedly before I had time reply and she grabbed my arm to pull me along with her. "I'll introduce you to my family and I-" she rambled on and I glared at Luriel.

"You're going to pay for this," I spoke softly as I passed him. He knew that I did not dare to be impolite to her in front of everyone.

His eyes were full of amusement and his grin got even bigger, "Mhm."

If I had to sit through this, I thought evilly, then so had he.

"My lady, I think my friend Luriel would be delighted to come with us as well." I spoke and watched Luriel's grin disappear.

Lira turned to Luriel, stared at him for a second and then with reluctance she replied, "Oh… yes, ofcourse, he should come. Do you want to join us, my lord?"

"Uh, well," Luriel quickly replied, "I was actually heading back to…the... erh…" I grinned as I watched him struggle with his words. Luriel gazed at me hoping for some back up.

"He'd love to come!" I finished for him with an innocent smile.

"Great, well, let's go! I was thinking that we should go to-" Lira started rambling again to me, paying no attention to Luriel, as we walked down the street. Luriel was following us, a few steps behind. He was mumbling something that sounded like 'revenge'.

"You're welcome," I grinned at him. Yep, it was good to spend time with my friends.

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Lenya

It was afternoon, the sun was about to set. My work today was done and I was trying to enjoy a well earned break in the forest. The laundry was done, the market was over and I had a little while to rest before I was expected to be home for dinner left. I finally had time to finish my song and rest a little. Rest was definitely something I needed after what happened at the market earlier. Stupid Lira.

Lira was my sister and she was only one year younger than me, yet we were different like water and fire. She was a little attention seeking monster. She was obsessed with the male half of the planet and she made absolutely sure she was the center of attention everywhere she went. Her only goal in life was to marry. And not to just any guy, but preferably one with a good status and lots of money.

Because of her I had to watch her sucking up to Mr. Prince himself all afternoon. Not to mention his moody friend, that had been walking behind them the entire time. Mother had forced me to be polite to 'his highness', so I had introduced myself to him. After that I decided that was enough politeness for one day and ignored them for the rest of the afternoon. I had noticed the confusion on the prince's face, when he had asked me a question and I had replied with 'Sorry, I'm busy'. He probably expected me to hang around him like Lira. Sadly for him, I did not like royalty. Arrogant, selfish pricks they were.

I sighed and searched around. I was pretty sure I had left my things right under that bush over there… Hadn't I?

"I'm sure this is exactly where I left-..." And then I saw it. My pen and paper were laying on a tree branch a few steps away from the bush.

"That's not where I left you…" I mumbled to myself and I walked over to gather my stuff.

It was all there, my pen, my ink, my paper. My eyes ran over the words I had written down earlier and immediately I noticed that something was wrong. The song I wrote yesterday morning had been finished. But not by me. After the words I had written, there was a perfect handwriting that I did not recognize. It was very refined, almost perfect.

I stared at the paper. Who was it that dared to touch mý things and finish mý song? "Someone's going to pay for this." I mumbled to no-one in particular, never taking my eyes off the words.

To be perfectly honest with myself, who ever did this had an eye for writing. It was not bad at all. I was just a bit upset that someone read my song… it was so personal. I did not share my poems and songs with anyone.

I sighed. The words perfectly matched mine. I stood there for a second, unsure of what to do. I had to head back home for dinner soon, so I didn't have a lot of time. I stared at the song in my hand and suddenly I got an idea. I was determined to find out who it was that had touched my stuff. Who ever did this probably knew I was going to come back for my song and my stuff.

I picked up my pen and a new paper and quickly began to write.