Hello! Since a majority of my reviews found the parts of my first chapter to be somewhat unrealistic, I am going to change it and make it my second chapter so that it won't be necessary to destroy my first chapter. This addition is for my readers who strongly believe in following Tolkien's literature. I am also one of those people, but I am more moderate about it. =D. I hope that you enjoy my story, 'cause its all for you!

Wannabe

I Thought it was Impossible. Chapter 1 Redone

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 hoped for; this thought was also shared by the parents of the two toddlers. When they had grown several years, their parent's hopes of making their (the parents') friendship stronger, they sincerely wished their children's union. They wanted their children to marry. 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, though she did have a beauty of her own. 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.

Legolas and I knew our family's feelings on the topic of marriage. It was never once thought that perhaps either he or I might have wanted to marry someone of our own choice. That was never a question. 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 the strongest elf within the boundaries of Middle Earth, but nor was he the least. There were more who were worse than better compared to him, 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 Laifëaion.

There, I hope that satisfies all Tolkien purists out there! My next chapter should be coming soon. As a matter of fact, I am working on it right now! (well, actually I'm working on this right now, but I will work on it in a second and was working on it before I started redoing this chapter). Anyway.I will post it up by Monday for sure! Wannabe~

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