Hello, yes I know. How dare I start ANOTHER story when I haven't even finished my other two? But I have been having little inspiration and have been writing the chapters for my other stories little by little so they ARE getting done, just slowly. I just had this idea and I had to write it down. Also, I hope this hasn't been done before and if it has, I'm sorry and you can give me a good spanking ;)


I'm trying to make this a bit Romeo and Juliet-like but I dunno if I'm succeeding.


Disclaimer: blah blah blah..you know the drill


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King Thranduil was loved by many throughout his kingdom of Mirkwood. Several centuries after the war of the ring, Middle Earth was at peace still, but with minor squabbles. Of course, Thranduil was loved by many, but not all. There was always constant bickering, challenges, and sometimes even physical fights between the king's own youngsters ( and sometimes even the king himself) and the noble family, the Goldenlights. The Goldenlights were quite wealthy and lived very close to the palace in a large stone home, carved by Ondodain Goldenlight himself back in the dark days. It was a sturdy enormous structure and when built, was used as a stronghold against orc/uruk-hai/etc attacks. But in the present day, it was a home to a rather large elven family and stood as tall and beautiful as the day it was built.


"Try and catch me!" laughed Rilma as she ran through the forest. She was a young and sturdy elf child and she ran further and further into the forest and away from her brothers and sister.


Well, humble reader, what is there to say about the Goldenlights? The Goldenlights had many, many children, an uncommon thing for Mirkwood elves to have so many, but a rumor was heard that there was a human somewhere in their line and perhaps that would explain their mass reproduction. There were ten boys and two girls. The boys, Ritu, Nitu, Alden, Dinur, Tyl, Herund, Geldir, Sevan, Celegen, and little Bemno, all wore their hair long, blond and pulled back by bow strings. Their eyes were merry and blue and they all seemed almost identical in almost every way except height (serious fluctuations).


The girls however were slightly different from the boys (in more ways than the obvious). Rilma, for example, was very small, even for an elf child, and had very small features. She was raven-haired like her great-grandmother, but had her father's bright blue eyes. Or was it her mother's? No one was really sure considering their parents had pretty much the same features even if they came from two different families.


And then there was Eden. Quiet, reserved, overlooked, boring Eden. She had plain features to match her plain clothes and her plain way of walking, talking, singing (well she couldn't really sing, but she tried and that earned her quite a few knocks on the head), and dancing. She had her grandfather's thin copper hair and her great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great grandmother's (most likely a human) greenish-blue eyes. She wore her hair back in a long braid and always kept her spectacles on the very edge of her nose. Of course, they had no lenses and she didn't really need them, but she liked the way they looked on her and she especially enjoyed pulling them up when they slid down her nose. Ahh, life's simple pleasures......


Now, readers, lets switch our gaze to the other side of the forest where three elf lads walk under the gentle trees of Mirkwood. They are the sons of King Thranduil and they walk quietly through the wood. Suddenly they heard a great uproar. The eldest, Legolas, looked around him and was suddenly pushed to the ground as an elf child collided with him. Legolas quickly got up and strung an arrow. In fact, both his brothers did the same and they stood in silence pointing sharp arrows at the girl who sat, all color lost from her face, on the forest floor. At that moment, her siblings burst into the scene. They looked from the girl to the three and then quickly strung their own arrows.


"Well, this is quite pathetic of you," scowled Ritu, "I cannot believe that you would sink so low as to threaten a child. Lower your weapons at once!"


"And I cannot believe that your parents would be so careless as to let her run around the forest alone," one of the King's sons bit back.


"She was with us," at this point, no one had lowered their weapons. Eden crept towards Rilma as her brother's quarreled with the King's sons. Suddenly, one of them pointed an arrow towards her. She stopped dead in her tracks.


"Point your arrow away from my sister!" yelled Hergund.


"Not until you lower your weapons!" the King's youngest son growled.


"You lower your weapons!" Ritu, Nitu, and Alden screamed in response.


Suddenly the eldest son of Thranduil lowered his weapon and smiled.


"Brothers, why are we even wasting our time with them?" he said, "They are beneath us and will always be nothing but scum. I think the first thing I'll do when I become king is to castrate their father so he will stop filling our forest with more dirt than there is needed!" Suddenly the forest was in an uproar again as the boys fought each other. Eden managed to grab Rilma and pull her away. They ran until they heard no more curses and screams.


"Well Rilma?" Eden looked at the girl sternly, her hands on her hips, "What have you to say for yourself?"


"That was fun!" Rilma beamed, but her smile faded as she saw the expression on Eden's face.


"Do you know what kind of trouble we could get father in?" Eden said through gritted teeth. "It's already known we don't like or support the king so why should we make it even more obvious? This will only cause more problems for father!" Rilma looked down at the ground and whispered, "I'm sorry." Eden sighed.


"No you're not," she said, picking the girl up and setting her in her lap, "This is the third time this week." And with that, both girls burst into uncontrollable laughter.