Sorry about spelling mistakes in the last one. I wrote it quickly while doing my math hw. I'm glad people are liking it. And one of the authors that I visited on this site have made me see that hey, this is fan fiction, I can mold my story into anything I want. I don't believe my story is a mary-sue because Alfirin is not perfect. And she's not like me at all. She's.....Alfirin. I don't know what made me think of her character. And plus I don't really like her much myself, but like I said when I make a character, it has it's own life that I cannot change or the character will be just another thing that I control, so I was thinking why not have this character be her own person, have her own mind? So yea thats how I create my characters..


Heres the site for elven dictionary: enjoy!!: http://www.grey-company.org/Circle/language/intro.htm

And heres another site I like: http://www.uib.no/People/hnohf/


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"Will you run now?" asked Legolas in a mocking tone, approaching closer, " or will you swim away?" Alfirin stared up into his eyes, compelled by his gaze. Then as quickly as she had fallen into his gaze, she had fallen out and was now angered by the fact that he had her in this position.


The sword flashed and it was now pointed at her chest. Alfirin crept backwards and felt her hand sink into the cold water. Legolas saw what she was doing and quickly grabbed her arm and pushed her back on shore. "You will tell me of yourself lady," demanded Legolas, "We will sit here until you do." "What is it you would like to know?" asked Alfirin, tracing circles in the dirt with her finger.

Where do I start? thought Legolas. "I will know if you are lying," said Legolas. She sat in an upright position with her legs curled next to her. She looked over the dark water. "Alright my lord, I will tell you everything," she sighed as she shifted uncomfortably. "My name is Alfirin Silverbirch, as I have said. I was conceived in Mirkwood to .....Adlanil and ......Amlothlial Silverbirch. I...I...." she tried to continue but Legolas interrupted. "You are lying," laughed Legolas, "And what a horrible liar you are. Not ready to tell me the truth yet? Perhaps my sword will influence your words."


With a few swift moves, he was up and had the sword pointed at her once more. Alfirin smiled. "You will not hurt me," she said coldly, "You threaten me and yet you do nothing. Well go ahead your highness, cut me."


A thin river of blood flowed from her neck, where he had cut her. His sword seemed to burn her skin. She looked up at him with shock in her eyes. Then she relaxed. The cut stung and burned. She saw that he had retreated to where he had sat before and watched her intently, waiting for her to speak. "Oh my, you have cut me," said Alfirin in a sarcastic tone. "My life is in true danger now and with this deadly cut I will surely tell you the truth! There is nothing you can do to scare me. For nothing scares me, except your manners and attitude, my lord." This angered Legolas greatly. Never had he met any elf with such a personality, especially a she-elf. "You anger me lady Alfirin," said Legolas calmly, "There is no chance of escape for you. You will be here long until you tell me the truth."Alfirin sighed. "Cam'Wethrin," she muttered, "I am the last and only one who still breaths."


Legolas' expression turned to shock. His eyes narrowed. "The thief society, the murderers, and all of the filth of elvish society dwelled within your people," said Legolas, softly, "And here you are, wandering and stealing as your ancestors have done throughout their history. Yes, I see it now, you have their features. Dark hair and eyes and skin that is whiter than that of snow. No wonder you have such skill of the sword. Your people were murderous warriors and were killed in the bloody War of Ugarther, far to east of the river. And here I am sitting with what is left of them, a petty criminal. Surely stealing is not the worst of your crimes. You have the blood of Emutil the agarweanblood-stained in you."


Alfirin sobbed into her hands. The memories that he had rekindled burned in her heart. "I have wandered in these woods ever since the time of my fathers and mothers and I have not done anything besides stealing," said Alfirin, her voice shaking. "I would not kill and my people, my father, my mother, were not barbarians. We were just different from other elf kinds." "Yes you were," said Legolas, coldly, "In fact, you were more like humans. No, not humans because even humans would not have done the things your people did. No, you were more like orcs." His words rang in her head.


"Is this what you wanted to know?" she cried. "Is this what you wanted me to admit? My only crime have been stealing. Do not put the sins of my people on my back."

"Would you not have killed me if you had had the chance?" asked Legolas. "Would you not have cut my throat like your people have cut the throats of the innocent?"

"I was only acting in self-defense, "said Alfirin, "Surely you cannot blame me for defending myself. I am no murderer and neither were my parents. I do not deny what my people have done, but not all of us were murderers. After the burning of Altemieret, the city where I was born and lived, where I watched my parents die, I fled to the north where I stayed for many centuries. I have wandered these woods and beyond, alone for centuries. I know the way of your people and your king and I love you all for your beauty, your wisdom, and your courage. I meant no harm in stealing. It is how I get by. I am not skilled in any art and no one wants me, so I wander the wood in search of....in search of....something........... "

Tears poured down her face as she said this.


Legolas looked coldly at her, but inside he felt the greatest sympathy for her. She was alone and knew nothing. For she had been taught nothing but evil and knew nothing but evil and yet, she brought out something in him that he couldn't describe. These feelings that he had were not felt by elves of his kind and he kept them hidden but he knew that secretly, she knew his thoughts and desires. "Why do you put dirt on your face and hide yourself?" asked Legolas.


"So elves and men will not look upon me or notice me and fall under my spell, "said Alfirin, a strange smile spreading across her face, " For they say that the women of my land have a special power to invoke desire in a man's heart if they see our forms and faces. I see the way you look at me, my lord. You cannot take your eyes off of me and your heart beats as if you are to face an army. That is why I let no one see me for I do not wish to gain any lovers. "


"Is that how you escaped from the guards?"asked Legolas, a stern look on his face. "Did you bewitch them?" Alfirin laughed. "And how else would I have escaped?" giggled Alfirin, " Mine is a gift that should not be used unwisely and I do not use it often, only under dire circumstances" "It does not work on all who see you," said Legolas, his voice angry now, " And I have no desire in my heart nor my soul. And the reason why my eyes have not left you is that you might do something dangerous." Alfirin laughed again. "Yes, for I am unarmed and extremely dangerous," she said. Legolas stood up and walked over to her. "You are one of the Cam'Wethrin," he said, "All that you say is a lie. And you are a fool for even when your life is in danger you still act .......... foolish." Alfirin stood up, facing him. "Nice choice of words, my lord," she said , sarcastically. Legolas grabbed her arm. His grip was strong and painful and made her whimper. She tried to wrench away, but it was no use. It was as she had feared. She had awoken something in him.


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Have no fear, mellanim, I will write more soon.