Marquia had a fair childhood. She was constantly surrounded by interesting people from lands afar. She was never lonely and learned to create music through a harp. She was considerably distressed when Jeune told her that they would be traveling to Mirkwood. Marquia was not prepared for such a swift departure, but when Jeune told her that her parents may have been from Mirkwood her outlook changed. They would travel with a band of elves from Mirkwood who came to Rivendell bearing news from the east. The journey took several months, but the elves in their party faired well. They reached Mirkwood without incident.
Marquia fell in love with Mirkwood the moment she laid her sparkling eyes on it. The people there were more surreal and amorous then any she had ever encountered in Rivendell. She never regretted leaving. Mirkwood was perfect for her personality. Things were always happening, and the people were joyful. The inhabitants if Mirkwood were almost all elves, while in Rivendell there were always strangers from distant lands carrying their worries and burdens to the city. The problems they brought put many burdens on Marquia for she always felt for the people, but she had no way in helping them. In Mirkwood she never experienced those feelings. It was a relief not having so much turmoil in her life.
In all the time Marquia lived in Mirkwood she never saw so much joy as when the inhabitants heard that their prince, Legolas, was returning. He had been sailing the seas for many years, but never found a place he loved more then his home in the east. There was to be much celebration for his return. Marquia would never forget the day Legolas returned. She had been playing her harp and singing atop a tree at the edge of the city. She felt as if she were one with the internment and lost track of time. Legolas had first heard the stunning music from miles away and was drawn to it. Marquia's voice was one with the wind and the leaves seemed to dance to its melody. When Legolas came to the base of the tree Marquia was perched in he spent a few moments listening to the angelic sound of her voice. It seemed to dance within his head. Then, in the tree, Jeune told Marquia that it was time to gather for the celebration. Marquia immediately stopped and followed Jeune back into the heart of Mirkwood. At the time Marquia thought nothing of it, for she didn't know that Legolas was listening to her composition from below. Legolas didn't wish for the melody to end. He stood for a moment in a dream-like daze. He wondered if he would ever meet the lovely person who was capable of making such sublime music.
Legolas finished his journey and was welcomed back to his home with open arms. His parents were particularly cheerful at the sight of their only child after so many years. There was much singing and dancing during the festivities. Many elves requested songs from Marquia, and she merrily complied. Legolas was talking with his father, Thranduil, when he heard Marquia's voice once more. He knew it was the same voice he had heard in the woods. He ended the conversation swiftly and came upon Marquia's fair essence.
Legolas stood and blissfully listened to Marquia's music. The song was so angelic it suspended all thoughts. At the songs end the surrounding elves gave Marquia an ovation. She tried to be humble but the compliments were endless. Legolas tried to work his way to Marquia but she made her way out of the crowd just had he had gotten in. Marquia slipped out of the party with little notice. Legolas tried to enjoy the remainder of his celebration, but he could not get the exquisite face of the elven maiden out of his mind.