Disclaemer: none of the characters I use are mine, they all belong to Tolkien. The characters are OOC. This is not my first story I write, but it is my first story in English, so bare with me. No flames accepted

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My name is Legolas and I am the Pearl of Mirkwood. I will tell you the story of my unusual childhood. I was only 400 years old when it all happened.

"Come and play with me" asked my little brother. I had just finished my studies for this day, and thought a little distraction would be fine. So I agreed. We went together outside my father's palace and climbed the trees and played tricks on one another. We amused us greatly, it was fall and the leaves started falling which gave us much joy.

We dwelled trough the woods of Mirkwood, when suddenly a stranger grasped me from behind. I tried to scream but he had already put a piece of cloth for my mouth. My brother was scared, I could tell. He panicked by the sudden acts of this strange man and didn't know what to do. He had made up his mind and ran away to go searching my father. I was hoping they would arrive on time, but it was false hope I had. Meanwhile, the stranger hissed to me: "They told me that the prince is the Pearl of Mirkwood, I know now why. You are pretty, you elf boy." Now I was very frightened. He pulled me up and put me on his shoulder after he had blindfolded me. He jumped on his horse and rode away immediately. No one knew where he brought me to.

It would take 50 years before my father saw me again.

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I hope you like it. Please, review, so I can approve my writing.