Author Note:

Thank you for clicking on this story, and taking the time out to read it. My boyfriend and I collaborated on the idea. (I will do my utmost best to add chapters weekly, if not daily, and thank you for your patience.) We hope you enjoy it.

This story of ours has foregone vast grammar corrections, along with an abundance of detail, and minor story additions in its revisal. We only ask a few requests to any that read and review it.

One since if you read more than one chapter and wish to comment on it in "constructive criticism" manner- please do so by speaking what you thought should be omitted, and what you liked. If the story has kept your interest enough to endure more than one chapter, surely there must be some positive reason why you kept reading.

Our second request is that we would appreciate any comments on the chosen title to be refrained. We are aware of the title's similarity to Shakespeare's infamous quotation: "Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou, Romeo?" It was our intention for the title to reflect the female protagonist's emotional conflict that she suffers through upcoming chapters.

Caution: This story is AU/ Alternate Universe, and we use Tolkien's concepts with free creative range. There is "magic" (not to be confused with the Power Source that Gandalf is embedded with), character species not founded within his works, Elvin sexuality and lust, as well as other things that may be presented in future chapters.

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Disclaimer:

I do not own anything Middle Earth, or anything pertaining to The Lord of the Rings (or anything belonging to J.R.R. Tolkien). I am not in any way associated with Tolkien, or of Shakespeare's works.

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The young she-elf, Chimera, insufferably walks along the dirt laden passage of the Rhovanion Wilderness. She had been traveling many leagues in search of the one whom she believed to be her only hope. Her journey began in the small swan haven of Alqualondë and led her through the wretched Ice Bay of Forochel and onto the soil of Arnor. Her journey then continued through the tedious mountains, into the Rhovanion Wilderness that she recently surpassed, and now she heads into the Kingdom of Thranduil.



Her feet come to an abrupt halt when something catches her iridescent green eyes. It is a small quaint cottage. The appearance is too insignificant to be the dwelling structure of the elf she seeks, yet she has little food supplies left and her bones ache from the enduring travels. Although she is capable of hunting, she refuses. Chimera is the sort of free-spirited female to climb trees, subject herself to rough play, and not fret over her appearance. She is not however, capable of killing a poor creature, and therefore, lives on a diet of berries and the generous meals offered to her at the homes' she passes through along her journey.



Chimera quickly peeks inside the vacant-looking home. She does not see a soul inside, so she decides to knock on the wooden door. No answer comes to her beckoning knock. She sighs as she continues along on her way. Soon her eyes settle upon the forest up ahead. Thankfully, Mirkwood is not as bad as it had once been. Compared to its prior state, it is not bad at all. It is not gloomy, and the usual colossal ungol* that used to inhabit Mirkwood no longer dwells there. Although evil still lurks in Middle earth, it does not inhabit the forest.

Ahead in the distance she makes out a figure, "edhel*," she says aloud. Could it be him? She thinks to herself. She reaches for the magic sack adorned at her hip. She digs inside its confines and pulls out the picture of the beautiful creature she pursues. Chimera stares at it momentarily, and then shifts her gaze to the elf in the distance. His back faces her, but he swiftly turns his head around to see what his Elven ears have picked up. Just as quickly, he turns his head back to whatever task it is that preoccupies him. "It is," she confirms softly, giving her weary body hope. She returns the picture, carefully, into the pouch. Full of solace she approaches him.

"Are you Legolas Greenleaf, Prince of Mirkwood?" Chimera asks.

Legolas, ignoring the soft faint voice, mumbles, "I must be hearing things..." He continues to sharpen his dagger.



Chimera flinches at his rudeness. She taps him on the back of his shoulder and asks, "Are you Legolas Greenleaf, Prince of Mirkwood?"

The sword he sharpens falls to the soft earthy ground. Quickly, Legolas blocks the female's hand, turns, and swiftly flips backwards, landing with his dagger pointed at her throat. "Who are you? Who sent you?"

Looking up at him oddly Chimera replies, "Nobody sent me." Her eye's dart from his, and onto the dagger he holds at her throat, "Perhaps this was not such a good idea." She lets out a frustrated sigh as she asks, "Are you he?"

A sigh of relief escapes from Legolas's mouth, "Sorry, I did not mean to attack you the way I did. I have not received visitors in quite some time," he releases the dagger from her neck and places it at his side underneath his tunic. "Who am I, you ask? Why does that concern you?" His eyes narrow as they burn with curiosity.

Agitation begins to spread over the radiant face of Chimera. Her green eyes begin to darken as she rolls them in annoyance. "If you are not Legolas, fine. Perhaps you could point me in the direction to find him.  The matter I have with him is strictly .... business."

Legolas stares at the young female. She is very beautiful. Her green eyes sparkle, yet are filled with great discord and burden. Her hair is long like most females, but different in color. Her ringlets bask in the color of a musky red that is seemingly intertwined with hues of brown. His eyes momentarily study the creature before him before replying. "The 'Great Legolas,' hmm? Well, you will not find him.  He has hidden himself with magic, and does not wish to be found." A smirk begins to appear at the corners of his lips, "I will do you a favor since I came narrowly close to killing you. Tell me your... business.. with him, and I shall forward the message to him. Legolas na esgal*."

Chimera's eyes narrow at the elf before her. "Hmmm..." She opens her sack and takes out the picture. She studies it, and then glances up at the golden-haried elf before her. "Liar, you are Legolas!" She turns her head away and stares off in the distance mumbling, "Perhaps solitude taken its toll and made him a bit... odd."

"Do you always mumble to yourself when you do not get what you want?" Legolas snidely asks as he snatches the picture from her grasp. He turns the parchment over and looks at the likeness of him drawn upon it. "This does not look like me! Although, I have been told I did look like him in my youth. Some even say we are brothers, twins maybe, but no, this is not me. Besides, this drawing was made how long ago?" Sneakily, he puts the picture inside a compartment of the upper portion of his leggings. "Now, Milady, I do apologize for seeming so much like your.... friend? alas, I have been sworn to secrecy." He moves in closer to the she-elf in front of him and whispers, "However, I can do you a great honor in showing you where he lives......."

Chimera, torturously, bites her lip in utter fustration. She remarks with sugary sarcasm, "Sure do that."



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Elvish Translations:



Ungol: Spider

Edhel: Elf

Legolas na esgal: Legolas is hiding