Disclaimer: LotR original characters belong to the master J.R.R. Tolkien and the other characters belong to me… this fic is just a work of a female fan… nothing else

Author's Notes: This story is slightly AU… I don't know when to place this story in the actual LotR timeline… how about if I say this fic is centuries (eek!) before the start of The Hobbit??? Nope… it won't work… okay… it's an AU then… hehehe… kinda lousy, I know…

On Green Leaves and Blue Waters

By: nagi_silvermoon

Prologue Detachment of The Lone Elf

He had been riding all day long, refusing to stop even for just a quick bite of food. He was in a hurry. He had to get away fast. He had to reach Rivendell by night or die trying.

He took a quick glance behind him, hoping against hope that he had lost the person who was following him. When he was sure that he already had, he averted his gaze back at the road he was taking and continued to travel towards his destination.

The cool yet piercing wind blew across his face and golden hair. It felt good to have it whip at his face like that, gentle yet strong.

Then he felt it.

He quickly looked around, slowing his mount down to a complete stop. Drawing his bow and an arrow, he prepared to attack whoever it was that followed him ever since his flight out of Mirkwood.

Then he heard it.

An arrow came whishing past him, merely hitting him. He avoided it slightly and shot an arrow at the direction where the arrow came from and kicked at his mount's flanks to get away as fast as possible.

He led his attacker on a wild, merry chase around the woods, pushing his mount and his strength to its limits, and shooting arrows every time he had the chance.

Unfortunately, he was too busy trying to shake one attacker that it never occurred to him that he had another one. An arrow came rushing towards him and it was too late before he realized it. He felt the sharp end of the arrow pierce his left shoulder and he stooped down slightly, wincing in pain. But he did not give in that much as he tried to fire arrows towards their direction and continued to run away from them as far as possible.

After a while, the arrow wound slowly took its toil on him. And because of his lack of meals, he slowly succumbed to the pain. He felt dizzy as his horse continued to run.

I can't fall unconscious now… not now… not… now…

Then, as if answering his prayers, he saw Rivendell come up before him, its dazzling night-lights sparkling from afar.

He looked back to make sure that his stalkers were not following anymore. Then, he entered Rivendell. Satisfied that he made it, Legolas Greenleaf fell to the ground, unconscious.

To be continued

Author's Notes: ei peeps!!! This is my first try at creating LotR fanfics so I hope you can bear with me… just so you know, this is another one of those Legolas x OC pairings you find everywhere. Unfortunately, I'm one of those rabid Legolas / Orlando Bloom fans who can't resist the urge to actually think of, at least, an original story and pair Legolas with an alter ego of their own… hehe… bope you don't mind though… I'm actually inspired right now…