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I am Legolas Thranduilion or Legolas Greenleaf as I have come to be known by those who dwell in Middle Earth. I am son of King Thranduil of Mirkwood of sinister repute. Once it was known as Eryn Lasgalen, Greenwood the Great in the common tongue. And once, in the fair halls of my father, dwelt my younger sister Elwen. Fair was she and no doubts that her beauty has not diminshed by her passing into the Undying Lands.
I suppose I shall discover it when I set foot in Valinor.

Since the passing of our mother into the West, she was the only thing that shone in the darkening of the great forest. Father loved her dearly when she was born into the world. However, Mother decided to pass into the West soon after Elwen's birth and from then on, Father no longer sought her company. I think it is because Elwen has the beauty of our mother and her spirit as well.
She was my light under the shade of the trees, a little being that was ever at my side. Unfortunatly, shadow crept back into the forests of the world and soon it reached us. Orcs grew bold and the spawn of Ungoliant was at large in the forest, eager for the taste of Elven flesh and blood.

Our forces were strong and we weathered all the attacks well. Elwen was less than two centuries old at the time and was beginning to understand the comings and goings of the soldiers. I know of this for she would seek me out at training, followed by her frantic ladies in waiting. Always, she wanted to touch my bows and arrows, attempting to draw the strong string back. After all, she was our father's daughter and wished to fight.

After Midsummer's Eve however, the halls of my father were under assault and he decided it was no longer safe to keep my little sister with us.
In the dead of the night, we prepared our swiftest riders to take her to somewhere safe. Imladris came to mind and that's where it was decided she would go, to dwell in the house of Cirdan, at the Grey Havens. I can still remember the bitter taste of smoke that rose from the torches we lit, preparing in haste for her departure. Of course she would not dwell long there, we would come and fetch her soon.

Elwen was clad in a dark green cloak that was too long for her and placed in the arms of Menelthir, the Captain of the Guards. She cried when I released her hand, clutching at my tunic. We had entrusted her safety to the best of our warriors, an Elf who had served Father in the days of the Last Alliance. He was a cunning warrior and a good rider. He carried his bow, a strong weapon of our people, black as night and engraved with mithril letters that spoke of his courage in battle.
His horse was sure footed and also dark, the very best our stables had to offer. Yet my heart was uneasy at the thought of committing my sister to the harsh road. Her name was a symbol of who she was to me, Lady of the Stars. She was indeed the brightest star of my nights.
"Do not fear, little one, I will ever be with you." I whispered to her in our tongue. She seemed to quieten somewhat, allowing Father to embrace her and give her a small dagger to hold. A ghost of a smile lit her face. Her first weapon.

Her watery eyes stared at me with great pain once more. I unclasped a thin chain on which hung a small leaf wrought in mithril and passed it around her neck.
"Don't leave, Leg'las." She muttered. I placed my hand on her cheek once more. She barely had mastery over Sindarin at that time and could not pronounce my name properly yet.
"We'll meet again soon, Elwen. Do not fear."

The swift hooves of the Elven horse bore my sister away and the last I saw of her for four centuries was her crying face in the arms of the Captain of the Guards. Little did I know as I waved at her that she would not reach the Grey Havens safely as planned.

Here follows the story of Elwen, Lady of Eryn Lasgalen of the events that followed as compiled Samwise Gamgee before her departure for the Undying Lands at the beginning of the Fourth Age.