So sorry for not updating sooner! I'm such a jerk! I admit it! Anyways, hope ya like and keep reviewing! The reason why I have the sequel attached to the old story was because I want lots of reviews to add up!!!! I wish to see 200 some day.but that's a dream. Could never happen.prove me wrong!

The Silver Princess

Elmeraith rode on Shawkly through the woods, closely behind Legolas and his horse. Earfalas, one of the knights, was coming also and he rode behind Elmeraith. The road was perilous at such a time and the air was thick and heavy on Elmeraith's chest. When a roar of some unknown danger was heard in the distance she gripped Shawkly's mane tightly and gasped for air. "Legolas, who might we be seeking?" Elmeraith whispered. "And how long might this take?" (A/N: 'Tari' means= queen)"Tari Lauranna," Legolas explained. "She was a Noldor elven woman from way before I was born, even before the sun took form, they say. The Teleri, who found her wrapped in golden clothes when she was but a baby, raised her and cared for her. When she was older she became pregnant, but not long after her husband was slain. She fled from her home to the North of Mirkwood and slept safely under the branches of a golden tree, which she grew. But many of the younger Teleri elves loved her dearly and needed her guidance, so they followed and stayed with her, and thereafter called themselves the Quendi of Laurorn, Elves of the Golden Tree, and they named her their queen, Their Golden gift." Elmeraith smiled. "She sounds beautiful and glorious!" Legolas nodded. "Maybe, but I could not tell you more, for I have not met with her. I hear her people are strong and of many, but I have never seen her, nor any of them. I just hope she helps us and that all I've heard is true." Elmeraith yawned drowsily. Legolas laughed. "First, let us get some sleep, right here. We'll go on in the morning. We have several days ride ahead of us!" Earfalas sighed. "That sounds good," he said, sliding off of his horse and setting down their beds.

(Few Days Later) "Her village should be very close!" Earfalas announced. "The Golden Tree of Lauranna is planted in front of the village and I think I can see it!" The three elves passed through the trees, but what they saw made them greatly distressed. The tree was there all right, but it was nothing but a golden stump, polluted and scraped and shining very little. The rest of the tree lay in pieces, scattered around. The village looked no better. The small castle of Lauranna was now dark, the golden brick burned to black. "It's ruined," Elmeraith muttered. She had loved hearing the stories Earfalas and Legolas told her of Lauranna and the elves of Laurorn, but the remainings of their bodies were on the ground, burned black. Legolas picked up an ugly, large blade that was surrounded by old meat. "This fire was lit maybe three months ago and it was lit by trolls! They ate a great feast I see," He said angrily. "So they are gone.all of the Laurorn elves. Many innocent elves!" "Let us go," Earfalas said, scowling at the soot and ash beneath his feet. "No use staying here any longer if everyone is dead. I don't like it." There was no need to speak words, for Legolas and Elmeraith agreed with a nod. They turned from the village of Laurorn, but a piercing cry stopped them in their tracks. "That was from somewhere INSIDE the palace," Elmeraith said, turning around. "She must need help, whoever she is! That couldn't have been anything, but an elf! Now let's go!" Legolas said, hurrying through the village towards the palace, Elmeraith and Earfalas behind him. They paused at the front of the palace. Legolas whipped around, his face twisted with concern. "Elmeraith, stay close behind me. Earfalas, you walk next to me, so if anything happens, we'll be guarding Elmeraith." Legolas waited for everyone to nod in response. "Then let's go." They entered the palace. It was dry and dusty and the smell of smoke and ash were thicker than outside. Elmeraith tried her hardest to be quiet, but the glances and scowls that Legolas and Earfalas kept giving her, told her she wasn't being quiet enough. She could hear faint sobbing now and cries of pain. When they came closer, she made out the words: "Lauranna! Queen of all the people that I loved! No." Finally, they stepped into the room silently. Sprawled on the floor was a maiden, weeping bitterly. She was dressed in white and on the black floor she seemed to shine silver. Her silver-blond hair was waved out all around her. She clutched onto something golden on the ground, most likely a golden robe covering a body. Above them was a golden chair that still shone gold that had somehow survived the fire. She suddenly arose and gasped. Tears drenched her pale white cheeks. 'She must be only about thirteen! She seems to be half-elven as me!' Elmeraith thought. "Who might you be? Get out and leave me to die!" she cried angrily. Her face was flushed and her eyes were fiery. Elmeraith thought it was amazing how she had changed from being the saddest person she had ever seen to being so angry. "I am Legolas of Mirkwood. We've come in here to help y." Legolas began. "Can't you see that I have nothing that you might want to buy or have? My home and family are but in ruins and I will have nothing to do with you, or anyone! You cannot help me, so go! Depart from me!" Legolas's face was blank, but Elmeraith understood the girl better.(A/N: because guys just never really understand girls). "No one would want you to lay here and die! Especially not your family! Come with us and we will try to help you," Elmeraith spoke softly. This girl seemed to be healthy and able to journey with them. "You cannot help me. I must die like my mother, queen of the Laurorn elves!" she cried. Sobs racked her frail body. Elmeraith bent down and laid her hand on the girl's shoulder. "Would your mother want you to die the way she did?" Elmeraith whispered. Elmeraith knew that her words must have been echoing in the young girl's mind, because she paused and faced Elmeraith. "But I have no other choice. I have nowhere to go!" "Yes, you do," Elmeraith said with her most charming smile. "We both know what your mother would want." "But you don't know my mother, do you?" the girl asked, her face darkening again. Elmeraith shook her head. "Nay, though I wish I could have met her. I came to meet her.but I know that any mother who loves her daughter would never want her to die. Your mother wouldn't want you to meet the same fate as her, and so early in life. Come with us." The girl met her feet and wiped her tears. "My name is Celanna. I will go to your village or wherever you live. But please, give me but a few minutes," she pleaded. Elmeraith nodded. "Yes, you may." The girl, Celanna, sat down again, and unwrapped the slightly burnt, gold clothes. She unwrapped the clothe around a beautiful face. The fire could not hinder such a beautiful body, or her throne, but the smoke had suffocated her. Her face was flawless, not a scar or mark to be seen. Her hair was wavy and golden blond, almost glittering gold. "I love you, mother," she whispered, kissing the pale face. She sat there for a moment and then stood. "Let us be off." Legolas and Earfalas walked in the rear this time while Elmeraith and Celanna walked in front. The halls were creaky and felt very unstable, but Elmeraith felt very sure it was secure. "Wait," Earfalas commanded. "What's this?" He picked up some crystal-like jewel. "Oh, nothing," Celanna shrugged. "There are some things that survived the fires.some sort of immortal jewels, but I wasn't here when the fire was lit.but lots of things have changed since my mother died and things are dangerous. There are many ways that we could get separated, so I suggest we hurry and get out of here!" Celanna grabbed Elmeraith's hand. They began taking hasty steps towards the door, but on their third step, the floor creaked and split underneath them. Almost instantly the scorched, ashy floor gave way under them and they felt themselves sliding down into darkness with splintery wood. Elmeraith felt pain wash over her as the wood cut into her skin like a million needles. "NO ELMERAITH!!!" she heard Legolas' vice that seemed to be so far away. Something hit her head that made her loose all ability to see. She hated to think that it was the end, but there was no other thing to believe. "Good- bye."she muttered, hoping they weren't her last words.

Is she really dead? You know I wouldn't REALLY do that to any of you. But who knows! Maybe I'm becoming evil over the summer! MWA HA HA!!!!

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