Enjoy mellanim. Can someone tell me what is a Mary-Sue and please people, don't assume things about my story because I'M NOT DONE WITH IT!!!!!!!!!!!!! Therefore, you can't possibly make any assumptions because its not done and won't be done until I decide its done, so please just don't assume. Not trying to be mean, but its just angers me when people just assume stuff before I even finish and hey even when I finish it may suck but at least it'll be finished!


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The moon shone upon Mirkwood that night as Legolas rode out on his horse deeper into the forest. He had convinced the king to let him find her by himself. He rode swiftly into the night, his heart heavy and his mind wandering. He was back in Mirkwood and already he wanted to leave. He longed for adventure, something he was sure he could not find sitting on a throne. He stopped his horse and climbed down to look for her tracks. He had learned a few things from Aragorn and found now that the tracks were quite fresh, only a day old, and were headed towards the river.


Fortunately for Legolas, she had taken the slowest horse, Andirno. Well, this isn't much of an adventure, thought Legolas, but I'd rather be here than back at the palace. He couldn't stand the looks people gave him and how they asked him the same questions over and over. Have you truly seen the Lady of Lorien? Do trees in other places look like the trees of our wood? And Legolas would answer them politely every time, but he was getting sick of it and of the palace.


He rode on for the entire day and then darkness crept over Mirkwood and he had to stop and rest. Suddenly, with his keen eyes he spotted something. He mounted Celegar, his horse, and rode until he saw what looked like a white spot in the dark. As he rode closer, he saw Andirno chewing on some foliage. Andirno looked up at Legolas and his horse as they rode up. He was tied to a tree and seemed quite calm. He jumped off Celegar and listened, he ears twitching as they strained to hear any sign of the lady-thief. His head shot up at the sound of a lady's voice, singing a sad hymn.


He looked out at the river to his right which was about 40 feet from him. He heard a splash of water and a humming of a tune he had once heard as a child many years ago. He followed the voice to the river until the voice was quite clear.

"A Elbereth Gilthoniel

silivren penna míriel

o menel aglar elenath!

Na-chaered palan-díriel

o galadhremmin ennorath,

Fanuilos le linnathon

nef aear, sí nef aearon"


translation:O Elbereth Starkindler, white-glittering, sparkling like jewels, the glory of

the starry host slants down. Having gazed far away from the tree-woven lands

of Middle-earth, to thee, Everwhite, I will sing, on this side of the Sea,

here on this side of the Ocean.


Legolas moved aside the heavy foliage and his eyes rested on a moving shape in the water. His heart beat faster as his eyes adjusted to the new darkness. The lady-thief was bathing in the river. The water came up to her waist and her dark hair was longer than he had expected. It floated around her and clung to her pale skin. Her nipples were hardened by the cold of the water and Legolas' breath quickened as she washed her arms and her breasts. She then proceeded to wash her hair and rubbed what seemed to be some kind of oil that elvish women use in their hair. Suddenly she stopped. Her back was turned to him as he stared at her from behind the foliage. She dove under the water and Legolas did not see her come up. His eyes searched frantically for her.


"Have you lost your way, prince?" said a sly, cold voice. He turned to see that it was the lady-thief and she had an arrow pointed at him. Her hair hung wet by her knees and she wore a wet dress that clung to her skin. It was the one that she had been wearing earlier but it was clean. "Now, now, your highness, that isn't very polite of you at all. A lady has a right to her own business. Does not the law of the land prohibit this act of spying? I'd like to throw you into the dungeons for a chance. But tell me Prince, how did you come to find me? I was traveling quite fast and I changed my route every so often and I have ridden far into Mirkwood and still you have found me, or I have found you, in a sense," she smiled, lowering the bow a little but still pointing it at him. Legolas stared at her in wonder. "I was merely looking for you and have now found you for I heard news of your escape. Please forgive me if I caused you any discomfort. I found you by mere skill and if not by that then by chance," said Legolas, realizing that he could now see her face and he stared in awe at her beauty.


Then Legolas' mouth broke into a smile. She was not skilled at all in archery. Her hand shook as she tried to steady the arrow. With one swift move of his hand, he now held the bow and arrow and had strung it. An arrow was now pointing at Alfirin. Her mouth dropped open as she tried to speak but couldn't. Her surprised expression slowly turned to anger as she grabbed her sword. Legolas, still smiling, dropped the bow and arrow, and drew out his own sword. "Shall we have a duel?" Legolas asked softly. Alfirin answered that by striking out at him but he countered that and their swords clinked in unison. "You are swift, my lord," said Alfirin, striking out again, "but I am swifter still." And with that she took a swipe at him. Legolas grabbed his shoulder in pain. She had not cut deep, but it was a painful cut. His light-hearted expression quickly darkened as he saw that he had met his match. This thief, this she-elf was attempting to dual with him and she was actually a threat.


I have been off my guard, thought Legolas, but no more shall this go on. Their swords clinked and clanged and shone in the moonlight. Legolas had backed her into the foliage. After another hour and a few deep scratches from Legolas on her arms and legs, he had knocked the sword out of her hand. He slowly approached her with the knife pointed at her, his eyes cold and narrowed. She backed away into the foliage and fell through. He followed her, his eyes looking down at her, moving the foliage aside, the knife still pointed at her. She crawled away, still facing him and nearing the water that could potentially save her. Anger shown in his eyes, as she looked up at him, anger and something else. Something that she could not put her finger on.


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well thats it, don't worry people, they'll do it soon enough. I just wrote this in 20 minutes. Phew. Yep more to come. I'm gonna keep saying that until there is no more to come, which there is for now.