A:N: I don't own anything LOTR...If I did, I'd be married to Legolas and
have cute pointy earred children...But NOOOOO can't have them be real can
we? lol. Okay so pretty much, I own nothing, and I'm a sorry ass
loser...There ya happy? I admitted it! lol.
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Chapter One/ Darkness
She was running through the wet, cold night. Running for her life. No one would notice her missing till morning, which gave her plenty of time to flee. She had orcs on her trail.
'Must run faster, you manky-git!' Her mind screamed. She stumbled once or twice over logs and tree roots, picking herself back up again. She stumbled again on a big tree root. She fought the darkness that threatened to over come her. 'You've met your end' Her mind cried. Her mind wasn't going to let her give up that easily, but her body would. The darkness claimed her.
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When she woke up she was in a room with mint green walls. 'How'd I get here?' She threw her legs off the side of the bed. She looked to see what she was wearing, 'Hmm, creme yellow....Nice touch...I guess...Not too into dresses though.' She turned her head, she heard voices in the hall way..."Must investigate." She snickered.
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Legolas looked at the messenger in front of him, "So your saying THAT is Aragorn's daughter?" "That's correct My Lord." The messenger seemed nervous in the presnece of the young elf prince. "She should be lucky I was scouting around the skirts of Rivendell." Legolas mumbled to himself. "True M'lord." The messenger chimed, with his keen elven hearing. "Yes. Oh, is Aragorn going to be arriving in Mirkwood?" He watched the nervous messenger, trying to contain his amusement. "Yes M'lord, he should be arriving in two days time." "Great." ~~~~~~~~~~
Taraneth stepped back, 'Oh no! Ada's coming! Not good...Gotta run...Not good...No time!' She ran around the room grabbing a spare pair of clothing.
Legolas opened her door, "So your borrowing clothing?"
She spun around, "I prefer to call it stealing."
Legolas chuckled, "I suggest you stay here."
Tara looked thoughtful for a moment, "Uh........No." She turned back around, "Where's my old clothes?! And my Fa- er...My.... *My* sword?"
"Your clothing was too torn to keep, and as for your fathers sword, it's in safe keeping."
"I'm not staying, I'm *NOT* going back there."
Legolas looked at her confused, "Why not?"
"I want to be like my father, a ranger."
Legolas watched as she sheathed her dagger on her thigh.
She continued, "I'm tired of being trapped inside the palace walls, and I'm tired of being treated as a princess-"
Legolas looked at her, "But you are a princess."
She stared at him, "Nah REALLY?"
He just glared, as she continued, "I want to roam around middle-earth, without having one of my fathers men watching my everymove." She pulled her hair into a high pony-tail, and then braided it. (A/N: Think Lara Croft peoples, Think Lara Croft.)
Legolas grabbed her arm gently, "I'm not letting you leave." He said in his most 'I'm-the-boss way. Tara grabbed her dagger and tried to get it to Legolas' throat as a warning for him to shut up, but he grabbed her wrist, "I suggest you not." He said clutching her wrist in a death drip. Tara winced, "Now, M'lady, your staying here until your father comes to claim you...Understood?" Tara nodded. "Great."
"Breakfast is ready, so get dressed and meet me in the dining hall." With that Legolas left.
"Hmm, Jerky prince. Not to great....Ada said he was nice."
Legolas was standing in the hallway, "I HEARD THAT!"
Tara just smirked.
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Chapter One/ Darkness
She was running through the wet, cold night. Running for her life. No one would notice her missing till morning, which gave her plenty of time to flee. She had orcs on her trail.
'Must run faster, you manky-git!' Her mind screamed. She stumbled once or twice over logs and tree roots, picking herself back up again. She stumbled again on a big tree root. She fought the darkness that threatened to over come her. 'You've met your end' Her mind cried. Her mind wasn't going to let her give up that easily, but her body would. The darkness claimed her.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
When she woke up she was in a room with mint green walls. 'How'd I get here?' She threw her legs off the side of the bed. She looked to see what she was wearing, 'Hmm, creme yellow....Nice touch...I guess...Not too into dresses though.' She turned her head, she heard voices in the hall way..."Must investigate." She snickered.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Legolas looked at the messenger in front of him, "So your saying THAT is Aragorn's daughter?" "That's correct My Lord." The messenger seemed nervous in the presnece of the young elf prince. "She should be lucky I was scouting around the skirts of Rivendell." Legolas mumbled to himself. "True M'lord." The messenger chimed, with his keen elven hearing. "Yes. Oh, is Aragorn going to be arriving in Mirkwood?" He watched the nervous messenger, trying to contain his amusement. "Yes M'lord, he should be arriving in two days time." "Great." ~~~~~~~~~~
Taraneth stepped back, 'Oh no! Ada's coming! Not good...Gotta run...Not good...No time!' She ran around the room grabbing a spare pair of clothing.
Legolas opened her door, "So your borrowing clothing?"
She spun around, "I prefer to call it stealing."
Legolas chuckled, "I suggest you stay here."
Tara looked thoughtful for a moment, "Uh........No." She turned back around, "Where's my old clothes?! And my Fa- er...My.... *My* sword?"
"Your clothing was too torn to keep, and as for your fathers sword, it's in safe keeping."
"I'm not staying, I'm *NOT* going back there."
Legolas looked at her confused, "Why not?"
"I want to be like my father, a ranger."
Legolas watched as she sheathed her dagger on her thigh.
She continued, "I'm tired of being trapped inside the palace walls, and I'm tired of being treated as a princess-"
Legolas looked at her, "But you are a princess."
She stared at him, "Nah REALLY?"
He just glared, as she continued, "I want to roam around middle-earth, without having one of my fathers men watching my everymove." She pulled her hair into a high pony-tail, and then braided it. (A/N: Think Lara Croft peoples, Think Lara Croft.)
Legolas grabbed her arm gently, "I'm not letting you leave." He said in his most 'I'm-the-boss way. Tara grabbed her dagger and tried to get it to Legolas' throat as a warning for him to shut up, but he grabbed her wrist, "I suggest you not." He said clutching her wrist in a death drip. Tara winced, "Now, M'lady, your staying here until your father comes to claim you...Understood?" Tara nodded. "Great."
"Breakfast is ready, so get dressed and meet me in the dining hall." With that Legolas left.
"Hmm, Jerky prince. Not to great....Ada said he was nice."
Legolas was standing in the hallway, "I HEARD THAT!"
Tara just smirked.