AN: So here is the first chapter of my crappy fanfiction that I'm probably going to delete later. I came up with this idea awhile ago and decided I wanted to write it. And the only reason I posted it was to see what kind of reaction it would get.
Also, to clear things up for the future, elf bodies age slowly compared to their maturity. Arwen is twenty, but looks like she's about seven. And Legolas is around the same but looks a bit older, maybe about ten.
Please note that this does not follow the original story line at all, so please don't @ me for messing something up or having something different from the original story.
Enjoy! And please leave a review telling me what you think.
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Arwen, only twenty years old—but because of how elves age, she looked like a seven year old human — sat alone in her room singing to herself softly. The song she sung was the tale of Beren and Lúthien. Each verse gave her a slight chill, starting at the tips of her dark black hair, to the bottom of her toes.
A soft knock on the door shocked the young elf out of her somewhat stance she had sung herself into.
"Enter." She sighed.
As the doors opened, Elrond walked in gracefully. "Hello, my daughter."
"Hello, Ada. Is something the matter?" She asked, looking up at her father.
"No. Nothing is wrong. But I came to tell you that you need to pack your things. We are leaving soon."
"Where, ada?" Arwen asked excitedly, her curiosity piqued. She hadn't left Rivendell in her whole life. It thrilled her to think about what great adventures the outside world could have.
Elrond smiled at his daughter. "We are going to Mirkwood. We must introduced you to the king and his son."
Arwen looked at the floor. She didn't know whether to feel happy or disappointed. If she was meeting a prince and a king, that would mean she had to act prim and proper.
"Father, can't we just go explore?" Arwen whined.
Elrond laughed softly, but if Arwen had paid more attention, she would have seen the pain in his eyes. "No. We must meet them. When Elladan and Elrohir were younger, I took them to meet the king too. Now that you are old enough, it is your turn."
Arwen sighed. "Why do I have to?"
"Because it's respectful. Now, pack up. You'll like the prince, I promise." Elrond tightly smiled down at his daughter, then turned to go.
Arwen sighed. She would much rather go exploring and find some vast mystical land that no one had discovered yet. Maybe she could slip away when they left for Mirkwood? No. That would be unlikely. Her father would probably put her in the carriage.
With one more frustrated sigh, Arwen gave into the fact that she could not escape this unwanted trip, and so she started to pack.
*
"Legolas, be prepared. Lord Elrond and his children are coming for a visit." Thranduil told his son who stood before him.
Legolas was just barely twenty-five. His blond hair was ratted up, and mud was splattered all over his face from running through the forest. He had been playing tag with the girl Tauriel until one of his father's guards had brought him back.
"Why?" Legolas asked.
"Because Lord Elrond has another child. He thought that we should get together and meet it." Thranduil sighed, shifting his position on his throne.
"Oh." Legolas paused for a minute, disappointment filling his heart. He had had a full day of fun planned for himself and Tauriel. Now all of that was shattered thanks to Lord Elrond and his family.
"You remember Elladan and his twin brother right? They came here about ten years ago when you were just barely fifteen."
"Yes, ada. I remember. But why can't Lord Elrond have someone my age come over? Elladan and Elrohir were practically adults when I met them."
"He does have a child your age. She is slightly younger but—" Thranduil started, only to be cut off by Legolas.
"She?" His face twisted with disgust.
"Yes, she," Thranduil's voice was filled with irritation, "Don't you have a friend who is a girl?"
Legolas looked away, remembering Tauriel. "Well, yes. But she is different. She is fun to be around."
Thranduil sighed at his son's poor excuse. "Who knows, Legolas? Maybe Lady Arwen will be pleasant too?"
"I doubt it!" Legolas exclaimed. "She will be like any other princess I have ever met. She will wish to do girly things with me. But I would much rather be out in the forest with Tauriel."
Thranduil rolled his eyes. "Just go."
Legolas lifted his chin and strode out, clearly frustrated with the idea of meeting Lady Arwen. He would have to stay inside to entertain her, since she was closest to his age. They would have nothing to do except listen to the adults talk.
"I can not wait to come of age and be able to do what I want." Legolas muttered angrily to himself.
*
The journey to Mirkwood was long, many days and nights. Arwen shifted uncomfortably, her legs stiff from sitting in place for a long period of time. It was early in the morning when they reached the edge of Mirkwood. A few Wood-elves joined their party and led them safely through the forest.
"My Lady, you may get out now." A voice outside the carriage said once it came to a halt.
Arwen stood up and stretched her poor aching muscles. She could hear voices right outside the carriage door talking to her father and brothers, and by the way that her father was addressing the man he spoke to, she presumed he was the Elvenking. She straightened her poster and prepared to step out of the carriage gracefully, but when her shoe caught her dress, all plans of being graceful tumbled out the door, literally.
She could feel herself falling down and she braced herself by closing her eyes and putting her hands over her face. But when she noticed that she wasn't falling anymore, she opened her eyes and was met by bright blue ones.
A boy with blond hair had stopped her from falling. She glanced down at her arms and saw that his hands were supporting her and keeping her from falling face first into the mud.
"Uh, thank you." Arwen said, looking back up at the boy. She felt her face flush when she noted how cute he was.
He nodded, made sure that Arwen was standing then stepped away. Arwen walked over to her father and brothers who were only a few steps away.
"Ooh! Arwen has gotten herself a lover!" Elrohir whispered next to Arwen. Elladan chuckled quietly in reply. Arwen shot a look towards her brothers.
"And this is my daughter, Arwen." Elrond beckoned Arwen to come next to him.
When she heard her name called, Arwen covered up the death glare with a sweet smile as she walked towards her father. She curtsied when she arrived.
"It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance." The Elvenking slightly bowed his head in respect.
"I assume that you know this is the king, Arwen?" Elrond said, turning towards his daughter.
"Yes, ada." Arwen replied.
"And this is his son, Prince Legolas." Elrond gestured to the blond haired boy that had saved her from falling.
Arwen forced herself not to blush from embarrassment and curtsied slightly. "My pleasure." She said. Legolas bowed his head, not saying anything.
"If you will follow me." Thranduil said, leading them to the massive doors of the palace.
Arwen looked around her in amazement. She had never seen a majestic place such as this. When they entered the palace, Arwen felt her breath hitch as she saw the splendid and terrifying pathways. The king led them through all of the halls, and Arwen was careful to stay away from the edges. They reached another set of doors and when they walked in, Arwen was relieved to see that no life-threatening edges were in here.
Instead, a nicely set table sat in the middle of the room. A huge chair stood at the top of the table. A few maids were scattered everywhere. When the king gave them a signal, they showed the guests where they should sit.
The feast they ate was delicious. Arwen had never put such sweet delicacies into her mouth. She hadn't decided what was the best part about breakfast, the fact that it tasted so good orthat fact that she sat besides the prince.
After the meal was finished, Thranduil cleared his throat and turned towards Arwen's father."Elrond, shall we go talk?"
Understanding grew in Elrond's eyes and the pain that was there earlier came back. "Yes."
"Legolas, entertain Arwen while we speak." Thranduil stated, leading the way out of the room.
Legolas nodded and watched as his father walked away, whispering quietly to Elrond. He turned towards Arwen and told her to follow him.
Elrond followed Thranduil until they reached a room away from the children. Thranduil walked in first, closely followed by Elrond.
"Please. Take a seat." Thranduil gestured towards the sofa as he walked towards one that sat opposite from the other.
When both elves were seated, Thranduil started to speak.
"I assume that you know what we are here to speak about."
Elrond nodded soberly. "Yes. About my daughter and your son. Have you told him yet?"
"I am afraid not. And from my understanding, you have not told your child either."
Elrond nodded again. "That is quite true, Thranduil."
Thranduil shifted in his seat, thinking over what to say next. "Do not tell her just yet. I will send word when they are ready to know. Understand?"
"But she is my daughter. I shall tell her when I think I should." Elrond stated.
"No. You will not. Unless you want the war to start, I suggest you listen to me." Thranduil's voice became cold.
Elrond shot him a look, but nevertheless, gave in to his order. He had no desire for war and would do anything to prevent it.
"I understand." Elrond said through clenched teeth.
"Wonderful." Thranduil smirked, taking a sip of his wine.
And with that, Elrond and Thranduil made an agreement. Rivendell was safe from any upcoming wars.