--A/N: Okay, this is my first fanfic, and it may not be that great, but please, no flames, for they will be used to warm my ice cold feet. This is the first chapter, and I will write more. I am open for suggestions. Please R&R, and let me know how you like it.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of Tolkiens characters,places, or ideas, so don't sue me because I've said that I don't own them.

It was a cool fall day, when it came to my attention that Elrond would be one day soon having a council in concern of Sauron's Ring. I felt that it was my obligation to volunteer to be part of the fellowship. But I had to practically beg my mother to let me go(she's very strict). If my services were needed, the I would happily go along, serving all free men in middle earth. If only I had known that I would fall in love.

At first I didn't think much about him, because he, in a sense, sat quietly waiting at the council. The truth is, I really didn't notice him. Then it became clear that he was in the room when he started to tell that the Elven guards of Mirkwood had lost Gollum. He was so remarkable, and even though I had seen many handsome elves, being an elf woman myself, he was by far the most incredibly handsome of the ones that I had seen in my life. When I was much younger, my mother had said that he believed that I would one day find someone outside of our homeland of Lothlorien who would be my true love. Little did I know she would be right, as Mothers usually are. I said to myself, remembering this, ok, I can wait.' never did I guess that my wait would be so long.

When Elrond had decided how many to send out in search of Sauron, he decided originally to send out nine. That is why it, so often, is written that there were only nine going to Mordor to send the ring into the fire. Then, Frodo spoke. He said that men were strong and swift, but women had many useful skills to aid them, like the ability to contact animals without the animal's fear. Thanks to Frodo, I was admitted into the group. It was wondrous to be going on such a long adventure away from my dreaded homeland.

I started packing that very day, and packed only the necessities, because I knew that the journey would not only be long and difficult, but it would be difficult to have more baggage than we needed, so it was best to pack light. I also did not want to seem too bent on my vanity.

We left early the next morning, with Aragorn and Gandalf leading the way, followed closely by Boromir, then Gimli, after them the four halflings, Sam last of them with Bill the pony. I held up the rear with Legolas, since we had keen senses, as all elves have. We walked on through the forest at night, and we slept by day. Elves usually sleep with their eyes open, when they slept at all. It was tedious walking by night, though I quite enjoyed having a moonlit stroll alongside Legolas, even though I dreaded the darkness. It came to be that we started traveling by day, which was much better because I could see Legolas. We started to talk some during the day, since other beings' senses are keener during the day and our keen senses wouldn't be needed as much. I grew rather close to him actually. We did a lot of talking about ourselves, and I was actually talking! Can you imagine that? We became fast friends, and we got to be really close.

We would talk freely throughout the day as if we had been friends for an eternity, which was quite possible for elves. I quickly came to trust him, which was so unlike me. I usually distanced myself from anyone, and I had a horrible experience from getting too close in the past. Even though I had that past, I still tried to keep cheery, though it rarely worked. I had seen enough to know better, yet still I trusted him. Was I setting myself up for another disappointing heartbreak? I had to figure out what I saw in him and fast, before it was again too late.

As a child growing up, I was ridiculed for my looks. I wasn't a typical Elf. My hair was a shade of light brown with streaks of gold running through it, looking especially pretty when I ran my hand through it and just let it feather down. I also kept my hair cut to my shoulders, for I found it to be a nuisance when it was any longer. It also complimented my round face, unlike the long and narrow faces of most elves. I had these dark, mysterious, big brown eyes to die for, and I loved them, as well as my looks in general. I had these soft, red lips that would make many a man turn their head, and my cheeks were a rosy red. I didn't want to follow the crowd, though most considered me to be a disgrace to the Elven race. For the most part, Elves had long blond hair, sparkling blue eyes, slender faces. I found it rather dull to try to be similar. But I was ridiculed. I said to Legolas.

One day, while I was again being publicly humiliated, this gorgeous male Elf came to my rescue. He got them to stop the insanity, and I thought I could trust him. I didn't know how wrong I would be. We were having supper together in my house that night, and we were all alone. He didn't do anything right away, so as to gain my trust. I went into my bedroom to change out of my clothes for going into town and into my clothes for home. While I was getting redressed, i saw him standing in the doorway, staring at me intently. What are you doing in here' I asked, but he just laughed. I tried to finish pulling on my dress, because I didn't like the way that he was staring at me. While I was pulling it over my head he came up to me and pulled it back off. He pushed me onto my bed and preceded to rip off the rest of my clothes. I screamed GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME!' but he just laughed. He had me in his clutches, holding down my arms and my legs. But a noise from outside distracted him, and I took that as my invitation to get out of there. It turned out that my friend Elena, one of very few, had come by to check on me when she heard my shouting from my bedroom. All I can say is, I'm glad that she came when she did. If she had come much later, I may have seriously fallen victim to him. But that is why I am usually not quick to trust, and not easy to forgive.

But you seem to trust me, what makes you think that I am so different?

Are you?

Well, yes, but the problem is that you do not open up to the rest of the fellowship like this. What makes me so special?

Oh, you're just loving this, aren't you? Truthfully, I do not know myself. I have searched my mind for the thing about you that makes me feel so comfortable, yet I have not found that. Do you know what it may be?

I am sure that I would not know, for I do not know how your mind works

I poured my heart out to you, yet you have not said a word about yourself.

I will come around in my own time, and my reasons are my own. You came around rather quickly, and now I know why you often seem distanced from the rest of the group. I know that they are trustworthy, though.

I choose to be distant, even to those who are trustworthy. I said, though I didn't tell him that why I chose this path was I feared getting too close would mean that I would only get hurt again. What I hadn't told him about the handsome man was that I knew him very well, and that I was letting him into my life a little more than I should have, because I thought I could trust him. I wasn't about to do the same thing with Legolas.

I guess it's getting too dark for them to keep moving on. We will probably have to stop soon, and even though we may not need sleep, and we can see in the dark of night, I know that they need rest at night, and they cannot see in the dark like we can. I shall go up and see what we are doing about tonight. He leaves me at the rear, while he moves swiftly up to the front, and comes back moments later with the news that they were about to stop, as soon as they found a good place to rest. They walked on for another half an hour, and they found a good place to rest. I had a lot on my mind, so I tried for an hour or more to let sleep claim me, but sleep was far, far away from me. It had claimed the rest of them, including Legolas. Since I was awake, I thought I might write in my journal. I dug it out of my bag, although there was not much to dig through, because I had packed light. I had a tendency to read out loud what I was writing, although I usually realized what she was doing before anyone found out anything important. But I decided that tonight I would let my thoughts flow from my mouth. This is what I wrote:(A/N-in common language, because I don't yet speak in Elven language)

Tonight I wonder why I have talked so openly, when my past has been so brutal. I wonder why I have told Legolas things that I have never told anyone before. I wish I knew. The fellowship has been fading in hope, and I feel the foreboding of a future that is sad, and foretelling of death. I do not know who, but I feel the hope will fade quickly after this person's death. The only thing that I know is that it is neither me nor the ring bearer are the one who will die. I am hoping it is not Legolas, for he is the only person I've been close to in a long, long time. I have not been close to anyone since him... I was too close to him, Aabrengen, and I had thought I could trust him. I have been in fear of getting too close since then, and I want it to stop now. I need to distance myself from him, and now, before it's too late.

I thought I'd written enough for that night. I had not written about that in a while, and that would get things off my mind. I felt suddenly aware that I was being watched. I turned to see Legolas staring down at me with open eyes, standing tall, his dark silhouette against the pale moon. I opened my eyes wider, for fear that he had heard me reading my journal. I woke up a minute ago, and I noticed that you weren't in your bed, so I decided to investigate. I didn't mean to startle you. he said in a pleasant tone. We were in an open field, and I laid down in the grass. I had let my hair down to write, so when I laid down, it spread around me like a halo. Why is it that when something troubles you, you strive to be alone?

I answered him thoughtfully, I only come to be alone when I need time to think. I get away from any distractions that would keep me off my focus.

And what is your focus on tonight?

It is on something that I need it to be on, but d not wish to speak of. I still have many secrets about my past, and I do not wish to tell them until I learn more about you.

I notice that you do not address me in a formal manner. Why is that?

Have I offended you in some way by not addressing you formally? If I have, please let me know, for I wish to know when I am offending someone, so as not to offend them further.

It's quite the contrary actually. I know that you do not know of the title that I normally bear, which pleases me, for I do not want to be judged by a title alone, but rather by my character. I see that your past experiences have taught you much in the way of judging good character, so I will leave that up to you. I only wish that you would open up to at least me more.

I refuse to open up more until you begin to tell me of you and your past. I will use that as well to help me judge your character.

I will open up in my own time. I am very much like you, not just trusting anyone who walks up to me, even though your experiences have been very different from mine. he gave me a small hint of his past, though I did not realize it at the time.

I left his side, and I planned to fall asleep, which it claimed me this time, though it was not untroubled.

A/N: How'd you like the first chapter?!! I plan to write many more, and it only takes me a couple of days to write a chapter, so check back often. Oh, and don't forget to review! And remember, no flames! I will only use them to roast marshmallows! Oh, and if anyone knows where to get an elvish dictionary, it would be greatly appreciated. Tchao!