Chapter 1 Disclaimer- No, we don't own LOTR or anyone in it. (We just wish we did). Don't bother suing us cause we got no money! Lisa owns Sitara Amaya and her necklace. And Kellie owns Arlywren Emrys and her Gifts. By the way, Sitara means morning star in Sanskrit and Amaya means night rain. Please read and review; flame if you want, but flames will be sent to Mordor. Enjoy!

A/N- FYI, the setting is after Moria and yes, Gandalf is still alive. This is our story and we will do it our way. Don't like it? Tough! O yeah, the scenery is different, too. Oh, well, on with the story.

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The day was cold and overcast and the wind whipped through the trees as the Fellowship started to set up their new camp.

Legolas finished helping and grabbed his bow and quiver, before heading off into the surrounding forest to make sure their path was not followed.

While he was scouting, he noticed dark red spots on the leaves below him. Kneeling down to the ground, he saw that the spots were blood and still fresh. The spots marked a trail past a large boulder. He stood and began to follow the drops, creeping up to the boulder and peeking his head around the edge. Noting a human crouching, he sprung out from behind the big rock. Pulling his elven knife from its sheath, he grabbed the person that had been there and pulled his blade up under her neck.

"What are you doing here?" he growled. All he heard was soft mumbling. "Arly, tua, ta naa neuma! [1]" she muttered softly, "Asca, Rima! [2]"

It was then that Legolas noticed that the prisoner's skin felt hot to the touch, too hot for the temperature to be normal. He turned her around and sat her onto the leaf-covered ground.

The woman appears to be 19 or 20 years of age, tall with hazel eyes and dark blond, shoulder length hair that was pulled back into a messy braid. Her cream-colored pants and blue shirt were dirty, with rips in several places where blood seeped through. There was one large gash down the side of her left leg, and what looked like an arrow wound punctured her shoulder. Her eyes were glazed and she stared into the space before her, still muttering in Elvish.

Legolas picked her up in his arms and stood slowly. Turning, he headed back to camp.

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A/N-Cliff hanger! MAHAHHAHAHAHAAH! Anyways, hope you liked it! It will get better! Read and Review!!!! Please!

[1]-Arly, Help, It's a trap!

[2]-Hurry! Run!

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