A/N: This is my first fanfic ever! Please give me any necessary criticism.
Thank you and R/R!
Prologue: I lived in Lórien for my first 100 years. I made many friends despite my tomboyish attitude and manner. I went to school with many young elves and had a perfect father, a perfect mother, and a almost-perfect brother. I had the perfect life.
Or so I thought.
I remember that fateful day like it was yesterday. I was playing swords with a group of my friends in my garden in Lórien on that autumn day. Suddenly the boys stopped and got on their knees. I spun around and saw Queen Galadriel herself! I dropped on my knees, too.
In a clear, resounding voice, Galadriel said, "Alliyah, I must speak to you." I accompanied her back into the house with my parents and brother. There she told me my story.
"Five years after your birth, your real father wanted to protect you from evil forces and brought you here to grow up."
Anxious to know about this "real father" of mine, I interrupted and asked, "Who is my real father?"
Galadriel smiled me and continued, "Your real father is Lord Elrond of Rivendall. I am your grandmother. We never told you about this because we wanted to protect you. This means that you have to make a choice: either stay here with your regular family," she waved a hand at my parents and brother, "or go to Rivendall to live with your real family."
I thought a moment then answered, "Okay!" I only thought about the fact that I would become princess and be free to do whatever I wanted.
My parents looked depressed but nodded their heads, "Whatever you want, Ally."
The afternoon I left, my family sent me off. I waved back happily as I hopped into the carriage. I didn't know why they were crying so hard. After looking at a map, I only thought that after a while, I could come back as the distance between Lórien and Rivendall was so short. The last image I saw of my family, my mother and father were sitting on the forest floor and my brother crying.
A/N: So, what do you think? Don't worry, Legolas will come in later. I don't know how much later though.
Prologue: I lived in Lórien for my first 100 years. I made many friends despite my tomboyish attitude and manner. I went to school with many young elves and had a perfect father, a perfect mother, and a almost-perfect brother. I had the perfect life.
Or so I thought.
I remember that fateful day like it was yesterday. I was playing swords with a group of my friends in my garden in Lórien on that autumn day. Suddenly the boys stopped and got on their knees. I spun around and saw Queen Galadriel herself! I dropped on my knees, too.
In a clear, resounding voice, Galadriel said, "Alliyah, I must speak to you." I accompanied her back into the house with my parents and brother. There she told me my story.
"Five years after your birth, your real father wanted to protect you from evil forces and brought you here to grow up."
Anxious to know about this "real father" of mine, I interrupted and asked, "Who is my real father?"
Galadriel smiled me and continued, "Your real father is Lord Elrond of Rivendall. I am your grandmother. We never told you about this because we wanted to protect you. This means that you have to make a choice: either stay here with your regular family," she waved a hand at my parents and brother, "or go to Rivendall to live with your real family."
I thought a moment then answered, "Okay!" I only thought about the fact that I would become princess and be free to do whatever I wanted.
My parents looked depressed but nodded their heads, "Whatever you want, Ally."
The afternoon I left, my family sent me off. I waved back happily as I hopped into the carriage. I didn't know why they were crying so hard. After looking at a map, I only thought that after a while, I could come back as the distance between Lórien and Rivendall was so short. The last image I saw of my family, my mother and father were sitting on the forest floor and my brother crying.
A/N: So, what do you think? Don't worry, Legolas will come in later. I don't know how much later though.
