[a/n] I have not written stories for fanfiction in the longest time so please forgive me if my stuff sucks. I ask you all to review - good or bad. Thanks. Enjoy!

Chapter 1 - Aravis

It has been one year since the War of the Ring - one year since I have seen my love. He fought of valiantly throughout his journeys in the fellowship, even when it broke. I went with a group of other Lothlorien elves to the field of Cormallen after the war to celebrate. I saw his weary face after he fought for so long. But when he saw me, all he had was joy. He ran to me, picked me up, spun me around, and covered me with kisses. Seeing each other that day was probably the best day of my life. Only a few days were spent in such bliss. Then we both had to part - me back home to Lothlorien, and him back to is princely duties in Mirkwood. "Legolas," I begged him that day, "let me go with you." He frowned. "No, my sweet Aravis. I would be too busy. You would never see me. You are better off back at your own home." I cried at those words, but he promised to write to me every day and visit me often. This was all a lie.

I woke up early one day from a terrifying dream. I dressed with tears in my eyes. My plainest dress of dark midnight blue was my choice of clothing. Quietly, I descended down the ladder of my talan and ran to my favorite pond. This is where I did my best thinking.

Legolas had not visited once since he promised. I worried so much. Not once had I seen his beautiful face in that year. His writings also worried me. At first, I got letters dated from every day - lengthy letters in full detail of his days. But then they became fewer and shorter. And now I get none. Visitors from Mirkwood always tell me that the prince is alive and well, so I had no idea what was happening.

The thought of my parents also weighed heavily of my mind. I thought of them often. They both have already left for the Grey Havens. I refused to go with them, but I miss them so terribly much. They were two of the very few people who understood me. Besides them, I only had three other people: Arwen - my best friend since childhood, Legolas, and the Lady Galadriel. But Arwen is in Gondor. Legolas I already explained. And the Lady is so busy now-a-days. So I am lonely.

I had no idea why the Lady associated with me anyways. I am very low class (or so I thought) and she is our Queen. Apparently, however, she was present for my birth and has been a long time family friend. After my parents left, she became like a mother to me. She always cares about me and my problems. It is very surprising. Why would anyone care about me? No one else does. Many hate me in Lothlorien. But I do not know why.

I pondered all of this and more. And one thing struck me: fear. Fear of something. But I was not only scared, I was sad. I cried to myself, like I did a lot these days. Then I got out my small dagger Legolas had given to me when he was in Lothlorien with fellowship. I pricked my finger to watch the blood drop and spread through the water. But after the first drop, I quickly wrapped my finger up in a small piece of cloth and began to cry again. Then I felt a soft tough on my shoulder and looked up.

[a/n] I hope you liked it. I think it kinda sucks. (sorry) But its basically just explaining the main character, Aravis. Now please review!