Amarie Chapter #1

I have no rights to Legolas or any other fictional character that might pop up during this story, I'm completely making this whole thing up as I go so if I get any calculations wrong then too bad, lol. Please excuse my grammar and crappy writing, the only reason I write is because I enjoy it, I love Legolas, and I need to get this plot out of my head! lol. Any type of review is greatly welcomed and I would love to hear if you have any ideas for the story.

Summary: Amarie is a girl who loathes Legolas from the very first time she sees him...

Peace, Love, and Elf Ears.

Mirkwoodslady293

'Mother, NO! I'm not going to see another guy of yours. I don't care about the rules or about how old I am, your not going to make me get married just because you want to save me. I'm sorry.' Amarie breathed a sigh of relief, her eyes bright blazing with fire, passion, and what her mind thought was right, as she got all of that out in one breath.

'I don't want to go through another death again and see you die, just because you think you are too good for all of the men out there doesn't mean you have to die, please just covenant with just one man out there, I don't care who just as long as it is before your 30th birthday, please.' Her mothers eyes shot back at her like a sunny day that suddenly turns foul, she had seen this look too many times in the past 21 years, it was the look her mother gave Amarie when she found out her Father was never coming back, and in many of the other crisis in her life.

'If I find someone in 2 months I'll be glad to let you know.' With a smirk Amarie spun quickly and strode out of the stone house, shielding what her true feelings were from her mother and herself, and decided to take a quiet walk around the village.

What was she thinking, did she really want to be dead in 2 months? Damn her mother for having to live here and not giving birth to her in Lebenon. This 'subject' had been yelled over, and discussed about for almost 10 years, and had taken up many of her good years tormenting about a stupid man. First it started out as a joke, about Amarie being an 'old maid', but in Mindon there was no such thing as an 'old maid'. And each year it just got worse, warnings, threats, and pleads, but in the end it always ended in a crying fit from her mother.

'I don't need one, I've dealt without a man for 21 years I can live without one...or die without one.' Amarie murmured to herself, as her mind re-adjusted the sentence to fit what might come to pass if she didn't find a husband quick. Dying really put a punch in her chest, she was too young to die, but in her mind it wasn't time to get married yet.

In Mindon women had to get married or they were killed, and there was a logical reason behind this. After The War over the Ring many women and children were killed, husbands lost, sons deceased and brothers slaughtered. Although many females and children died not as many died as the men. So with the women and children that were left over and the small number of bachelors to spare near the Birchwood region, they compiled a city made of humans, and no other species.

In order to keep the city running and until they could reach a 10,000 population this rule applied, all women on their 30th birthday who were not married were killed, they could no longer serve a purpose to the community. One way that they could get out of being executed was if they had offspring, either out of wedlock or if their husband died and that is the only reason why Amarie' s mother was never killed.

But the option of having a child out of wedlock was a disgrace to the family and this had rarely happened in Mindon But this city had enough men and a large number of chances for the single women to get married, although their were a few stubborn ones in the pack but most of them had yielded and gotten married, but some were unfortunate, and so it looked like one unfortunate person would be Amarie.

Amarie had some major disappointments in her life as did everybody in this community, except that her mother never got remarried, she had lived with out a father since she was the age of 9, and had grown up with the boys. She had no "boyfriends" but boy friends, she could never deem any of them as a husband, although all of them would make fine ones, it would by no means happen with Amarie.

Walking along the path Amarie found a boulder and slid onto it, humming an old elvish tune about lost love and hoping to find it, she got lost in the moment and descended into sleep curled upon the rock.

Many hours later the sun was beginning to set creating a remarkable water painting of blues, yellows, reds, and some orange scattered along the canvas. A traveler , spotting the young girl wrapped upon the rock he hesitantly walked up to the girl so inaudibly not even an elf could hear him.

Who could this girl be, he speculated. She roughly looked like an elf, with elongated coiled brown hair in ringlets that were more unperturbed then bouncy. He had been traveling awhile and the site of her was very indulging. She was curled upon a somewhat hefty rock like a sleeping cat, not knowing anyone else was present, and certainly looking content. With her arm underneath her head, long hair spilling over her shoulders, and the maiden's legs tucked efficiently underneath each other and secure to her stomach.

Should her wake her? The traveler pondered this for a moment, and with a compelling nod sauntered forward, hesitant and gradually stretching his arm out toward her.