To Lindelea: omg no!!! I swear I didn't even see your story! I got the name from an elven dictionary I downloaded!!!! If anyone wants me to show you where it is, I'll give you a link if you want!!
I'm glad people don't hate it. Thanks for everyone's reviews! You guys are making my self-esteem grow!!! Any suggestions??
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Legolas returned to the serenity of the forest. He thought of his adventure and was quite glad to see Mirkwood again. His mind wandered to the thief, to Alfirin. There was something different about her. She didn't seem like a commoner and yet she did. He sat beside the river, listening to its current and the usual noises of the forest. "I have never met an elf that broke the law," Legolas said to himself, " she was probably the only one who ever did." He took out his pipe and smoked some weed to relax. The thief had almost completely left his mind, but as he sat under a tree, his mind wandered to her. Her clothes were worn and she was dirty, but why? The river's current was not so strong. She could have easily bathed in the river, as the commoners do.
The sun was starting to rise above the trees. Legolas started on his journey back to the hall of Thranduil. As he neared the palace, he found himself walking towards the dungeons. He stopped. Where was he going? Why was he going to the dungeon? He hurried to his room where he had a servant prepare a bath.
He closed his eyes as he sank in slowly letting the sweet smell of bath oils fill his senses and his mind ran to her again. His eyes opened as he tensed at the very thought of her. What did she even look like? He couldn't even see her face and yet he felt something.......The dirt was caked onto her skin, as if applied.....but no. Why would a she-elf hide herself like that? He dried himself and prepared for another feast, this one celebrating the arrival of the full moon.
He sat uncomfortably at the feast, the girl forever plaguing his mind. Many fair elven maidens made many seductive looks his way but he paid no attention. He sat quietly next to his father, who was merry and making jokes and singing. Suddenly, the guards burst into the dining hall. "Sire!" a guard cried out. "The thief has escaped . She has taken of our horses and is now headed west!"
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sigh.....why do I always let my characters control me?Its weird, I dunno if other authors feel this way, but when you create a character in your head, you can't really control them. They start to grow a personality. Or does that just happen to me? Errrr...nevermind I sound weird. Theres more to come!