Hi people, I'm back with another story. This time...it's a Legolas Fic!!!!! I know my friends are gonna hurt me now. They think I'm a total Frodo Fan, but I'll show them that I like the occasional elf as well. I hope you like this one, its not like the other Legolas fics I've read, but don't all authors say that? Well, how about I write it, then you review and tell me if you agree, huh? Huh? How about it?

By the way, just to let you know in case you had any doubts, I don't own Lord of the Rings, nor am I the genius Tolkien. I hope you didn't actually have any doubts.

I Thought it was Impossible. Chapter 1

My name is Eryn, daughter of Amarlakin the head Advisor to the King of Mirkwood, and Nevarien closest friend to the queen. It is a simple name, not one of great bearing - meaning only forest, but the story that goes with that name is one to be told over generations.
The King - then prince- of Mirkwood was still young. He had just taken a wife less than a decade before he became a happily married father. His son, Legolas, was a beautiful child full of innocence.
With a head of gorgeous pale blond locks, and blue eyes that could pierce one's soul - even as a babe, he was adored and quite truly spoilt. As a young child of ten, he would often harass the ladies of the court by flinging small pebbles at them. At the tender age of fifteen, he would oft be seen spying on the ladies as they attempted to bathe. Needless to say, the prince was not as innocent as was supposed although that view was still seen by his mother and father. Nevertheless, as all - or rather most - boys do, this one matured. He grew into a handsome, respected, and intelligent elf, but that part of my story is to come into play later on. As I was saying, the future King of Mirkwood's wife had newly birthed a boy. Several years later, the Queen's greatest friend and the future King's Advisor birthed a beautiful baby girl. Now, one might think that this girl was born just for Legolas. That is, at least, what the Kingdom of Mirkwood thought. This thought was also shared by the parents of the two toddlers. When they had grown several years, it was unanimously decided that they would marry when they came of age. They, being but children, could not protest. So it was to be: the Prince of Mirkwood and the Lady of Mirkwood would wed when they were within reasonable age.
Although no one knew of it then, this was a very dangerous liaison, and would soon prove to be fatal.

Years passed by uneventfully and the little girl grew, just as the prince, into a noble, beautiful elf. It would be untruthful to say that she was wanted by all the elves in Middle Earth, or that she rivaled the beauty of the Evenstar.
It was no hidden secret, though, that she wished she were the Evenstar. Arwen Undomiel was an envied being within all the elven domains, but envy was a trait unbecoming to an elf, therefore was not often seen.
There were, however, times when jealously reared it's ugly head. Times like these were a source of entertainment to the usually bored Noble elves such as Legolas and the little girl - who, I have no doubt, you have figured out was me.
Legolas and I were oft bored with the dull life of Nobility. There was no excitement, and as cruel as it was, we found that to watch two elves fight with each other over something as petty as a hairbrush was amusing. However, though I have sorely outgrown it, watching two she-elves battle with each other over a male elf was the most fun. I found these fights most enjoyable because they always began with colorful language, and ended in slaps and scratches. What amused me most was that the male over which the battle took place was more often than not an elf with brains made out of - more or less - hair. Unfortunately, the hair within his head was nothing as shiny as that on his head.

No, Legolas and I were never told of our prior engagement. Our families thought it unessential to a healthy bringing up. It was never once thought that perhaps either he or I might have wanted to marry someone of our own choice. That was never an option.
Nevertheless, I, having been the normal Noble she-elf that I was, am sure that the thought of marrying someone other than the Prince would not have been a thought worth consideration.
The Prince, while having his faults, was an extraordinary elf. He was strong, handsome, and intelligent. He was not the most handsome, intelligent, nor strong elf within the boundaries of Middle Earth, but nor was he the worst. There were more who were worse than better, and for a female to be able to have such an elf - with the added bonus of royalty - was not an offer to be refused. I certainly did not. Until I met Learthewenon.