Prologue
By Crystal
*Screw the disclaimers ^^;;*
The beautiful sun was setting and the sky was painted in every shade of blue, pink and purple available. Soon, the sun would disappear, replaced by the moon and the starry sky. The trees and the endless miles of grass around me were calm and motionless, the sun descending slowly behind a hill.
This place is familiar, yet exotic. If my memories serve me right, I haven't been here for the last thousand years. To other elves, that might seem like a short time, but to me, it was long and far from short.
During my whole life, my twenty-eight hundred years, I've had had much more experience than normal elves, mortals, dwarfs... Anything. I feel Silversnow, my horse that was named after my family name slow down gradually. It felt safe to be back near the Mirkwood area, yet... I cannot smile. Smiles were no longer for me, for I haven't smiled in a few hundred years, and I'm afraid that my muscles will ache if I smile.
I was an odd elf... Elf should be happy, yet, I was missing happiness in me. I knew how my face would look like right now. My blond hair would be flowing down my back, a few curls here and there, my grey eyes would be emotionless, staring straight ahead. I had forgotten how to show emotions in my eyes already... It had been so long ago.
I was finally coming back to Mirkwood... And I cannot but wonder if my friend has forgotten me. He has been the only thought that has kept me sane after all these years... And if he forgets me, then I do not know what to do.
I can still remember those blond hair of his and those blue eyes that were so beautiful. His skin flawless and his face perfect.
At that very second, I lifted my head up and looked straight at Mirkwood and there, a little distance away was he. He sat, on his horse, staring at me as if I was a stranger. I feel my heart ache for a moment, yet once again, I knew nothing showed on my face.
Silversnow slowed down in front of his horse and I went down from my horse and bowed for a second, then looked back at those eyes that I had missed for ages. "Who are you?" I heard him ask. "Where do you come from?"
"Mithwen Silversnow," I looked up to see his reaction, but I could not see a single flicker of recognition in his eyes, "I have no place I call home." I answered truthfully.
I saw him raise and eyebrow at me, "Where are you born then?"
"Mirkwood..." I whispered quietly, but of course, it would not be unheard by him.
"I know not one single Silversnow in Mirkwood. Do not lie to me, do you know who I am?"
I frowned slightly, then answered, "There was a Silversnow family in Mirkwood hundreds of years ago, Legolas Greenleaf, Prince of the Elves of Northern Mirkwood."
It was his turn to frown, "How do you know my name?"
I bowed again, "I have known you for a long time, your highness. You might have forgotten me since the last time I have seen you was around a thousand years ago. It might do you better if you do not remember me... All I seek for is shelter and food for a couple of days."
He looked at me suspiciously, and I doubt that he would not let me in. I know him too well... But the unfortunate thing was that he had forgotten about me. I do not blame him, with the exception of my grey eyes, I was no different from other elves. I was disappointed, yes, because the only reason why I was stepping back in this place, was because of him.
Many sad memories lay here for me, but I was able to push them to the back of my head to see Legolas once more... But he did not recognize me... I do not blame him... Finally, he nodded his head, and I bowed once again, "Thank you, your highness."
He held up a hand, "Legolas will do fine." He said seriously, then broke out in a smile. A smile I have not seen and that I have missed. A smile that kept me sane. I nodded once, not smiling once again and climbed back on Silversnow, following him in Mirkwood. Mirkwood, where I was born.
I close my eyes, feeling the memories I have had so long ago flood my senses again and I do nothing else but try to remember as many things as possible... I try to remember as much of my childhood as I could...
"Manke naa lle autien?" (Where are you going?) I heard Legolas ask me. It was early in the morning. The sun hasn't even risen and the sky was still dark and I was already getting my horse ready.
"Away from here... For a while." I answered.
I saw him frown, "I know that you have been through a lot... But will you return?" I nodded my head, smiling at him. He smiled back, "Lle vesta?" (Do you promise?)
I nodded again, smiling, "Uma, mellon." (Yes, my friend.)
Suddenly, without warning, he pulled me into a tight hug and touched my ears lovingly. I did not mind, for I knew then that I had loved him... "Amin mela lle", (I love you) I whispered quietly to him.
"Amin mela lle, Mith... Namaarie, melamin." (I love you, Mith. Farewell, my love.)
Back then, I loved him... But surprisingly, after all these years, I still love him. But he doesn't remember me. I'm really sorry, Legolas... I really should not expect you to remember me after those years... But I can always hope. Now that reality has come and shown me the truth, I doubt that I will be staying for too long. "I'm back..." I whispered into the wind, letting it carry my voice away and hoping that Legolas would not hear it, I added his name even quieter, "Legolas..."
Author's Notes: It's my first LOTR fic... I'm a loser, still haven't finished reading the books... But I'm trying to! I don't think this story will really need me to finish reading it, so unless it does, I will be updating soon. Of course, if people like it ^^. Hopefully, you will. So read, enjoy and review. No flames, thank you very much. Compliments and suggestions welcomed! Thanks all! And of course, the next chapters will be longer. Usually, my prologues are the shortest ^^. Enjoy!