Disclaimer: I can't believe I have to do this. . I, sadly, do not own Legolas, Mirkwood, or anything else LotR related. I also do not own the name Aldieb. That is a horse in the Wheel of Time series, which I strongly recommend you read!

A/N: This is the VERY first fic I have ever written.(Did I really just say that?) I know that you flamers like to gang up on people like me, but, without us there would be no future Fanfiction Queens(and Kings). Please cut back on the flaming until you are sure that you hate my work and think that I will never improve. If you have just taken a horribly hard Algebra Exam, tough. I feel sorry for you, but I do not need your anger taken out on me. Go beat up a pillow or something.

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Prologue: A beginning

Her feet pounded the soft earth, green skirts clutched in one hand. A screech sounded behind her, making her heart jump. Her long red hair caught on an overhanging branch and she stumbled, clawing out for something to grasp. She dug her nails into the skinny trunk of a dead tree and pushed off it as it crumbled. Spinning around, she half-expected the black mass to be on top of her. The back of her heel hit a gnarled root, and she collapsed. Nynaia felt the acid sting of a broken ankle as she righted herself.

Another screech. They were gaining and fast.

She whistled half-heartedly, knowing that her cloudy mare, Aldieb, would not be coming. The orcs had killed everyone. Her horse, her sisters, her mother...

They could not get her, though. Oh no. She was too fast for them. Before it escaped her lips, she knew the chuckle was mad. Her mother had been a fool! Believing that she could save Nynaia by leading the orcs toward herself. She stopped the chuckle short as the footsteps behind her grew in volume.

Giggling, she turned to face the Uruk-hai. She hit the ground with a thud, a smile still on her face.

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A wind blew through the spider-ridden forest of Mirkwood, pushing through to the city in its center. The breeze grew as it passed the castle of Mirkwood, bouncing off the stone walls. It blew onto the archery fields, coming up on a group of young elves. An elf-boy with platinum blonde hair and blue eyes let his arrow loose just as the wind gusted past them. His arrow just missed the target. A young elf with slightly darker blonde locks chuckled.

"What a shot, Legolas! I'll be sure to remember that technique. Why'd you do that, anyway? You set up perfectly; what happened?"

Legolas glanced at Dyas , eyebrows furrowing slightly.

"I have no idea."

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The very next morning, Dyas ran to Legolas' room, full of enthusiasm. He jumped onto his bed and bounced. Legolas lifted a hand to throw a blanket over his face, but Dyas grabbed it.

"What do you want?!" Legolas shouted in fury. Dyas was completely unfased.

"I have a little sister!"

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Well, that's it! What do you guys think? Does it sound too modern? Any suggestions as to what should happen next? I wonder what that button in the left-hand corner of your page does... Why don't you click on it and find out?