Name: Forget Me Not

Rating: PG-13

Summary: Tangle Goblinfrost is a fairy, more specifically, a Fay; a fairie that sort of helps Mother Nature get her tasks completed. On a rough day Tangle spots Prince Legolas, an elf and is immediately infatuated with him. As a fairy she cannot reveal herself to him but then again, maybe she won't have to.

Disclaimer: If I owned the rights to the Lord of the Rings do you really think I'd be writing this in my spare time?

Author's Note1: I have erased the three chapters I had up of my old story, Faith in Dreams, because despite re-writing it, I was still displeased. I decided to start fresh with a new story (although I might pick up the old one later) and actually took the time to plan out everything I wanted to happen all the way to the ending before I began writing (my biggest mistake with Faith in Dreams). So here it is! Enjoy!

Author's Note2: Alright this is a slight AU, nothing having to do with Sauron or anything like that which is why I left this as Greenwood instead of Mirkwood.

Author's Note3: I do not currently have a Beta reader and only have WordPadw hich does not have a spell check, so despite the fact that I have re-read this many times, please excuse any minor spelling or grammar mistakes. Thank you!

Middle Earth contained many magical beings; elves, wizards, and hobbits galore. To other places Middle Earth was a Fairy Tale, with courageous heroes and dragons to slay, a place where Kings and Queens still ruled over their people. To the inhabitants of Middle Earth however, this was nothing special, this was the life they knew and were used to. Even they had Fairy Tales they read to their children at night; containing creatures that were made up by one's mind rather than having been seen by one's eyes or heard by one's ears. Despite this, there would always be a time where one would wonder: They could be real couldn't they? Of course, many of these creatures they read of were indeed the works of fiction, but one type, was not.

Fairies. The very creatures that gave Fairy Tales their title. And ironically enough, the original keepers of many of the tales within them that were read at night. Many of the Fairy Tales had once been the fairie's history; their accomplishments and their struggles that they would regale one another with on social occasions.

Alas, there had been few fairies who had made contact with the other creatures of Middle Earth, letting their tales be told and enjoyed, but with the misconception that they were merely tales; fictional stories with a hidden lesson. This gave the beings not privileged to knowing a fairy a brief glimpse into their lives, and even that small glimpse had a touch of magic to it, that each creature felt happy and blessed to have felt.

These stories however, also grew and grew by those who heard and re-told them. Each tale being altered and added to until they were unrecognizable to the truth. The small truth that Middle Earth had known of fairies disappeared, possibly to never be known again.

In Middle Earth's tales, fairies were tiny men and women with beautiful butterfly wings who lived amongst the flowers, granting wisdom and happiness to those they wished it upon. To them, faeries were cute little things that dreams were made of, basically perfection in its best sense, with kind hearts and helpful hands. Unfortunately, the world of fairies was much more complicated than that. Like the beings of Middle Earth (or unlike depending on how you looked at it), fairies had their good and their bad qualities. There were fairies where the good prevailed over the bad and fairies where the bad over prevailed the good. Within the Fairy World there were times of panic, tears, and injustice. Fairies were nowhere near perfect.

Fairies were, in actuality, a type of elf. They were immortal in the fact that they could not age, but not invincible. Unlike elves, however, they could not die in battle (not only because fairies did not believe in battle and were generally peaceful on the physical side of things to their own kind); they could only die from Grief. Also unlike elves, after death they reverted to their pure spirit form (something they were able to do while alive as well, on top of being able to change their form) and slowly drifted upwards, the sky enfolding the broken faery into it's arms and giving it an eternal place of honor as a star.

There were also many different types of fairies, and contrary to popular belief not all of them were beautiful and possessed wings. There were Gnomes, Selkies, Fays, and Pixies just to name a very small few. Each one possessed it's own beliefs, skills, and purpose. Some lived to help others, while some merely brought senses of dread and annoyance to as many as they could. There were some that held the nature's secrets and used that and the magic they possessed to help Mother Nature. These fairies were called fays, a type of faery that could change their form at will and was required to do so at the end of each season to accommodate their new tasks.

As it was currently spring in Middle Earth the fays were busy with tasks such as helping buds blossom and awakening various animals from their hibernation. At this moment one particular fay was having a bit of trouble completing her task.

"DAMNIT!" she screeched, although in her current state (which consisted of her being smaller than a dragon fly) it was such a small sound that it didn't even bother a blue jay that was perched in a near by branch.

This was just not Tangle's day. She had found a rather large tulip, surely to be very beautiful once it had bloomed, but the damned petals just weren't cooperating! She tried again, flying to the very top of the bud where the petals met. She placed both of her thin hands around the edge of one petal and her feet placed firmly against a different petal. She mentally prepared herself, counting in her head to three: "One, two, three!" before she pulled with all her might.

Despite her efforts it stay firmly closed for some reason. Tangle, being the stubborn fay that she was, continued on though, refusing to admit defeat against a flower and continued to pull with all her might. After many seconds of what was rather pointless effort her fingers finally slipped from the edge of the petal, sending her spiraling backwards from the force.

She stumbled and finally settled on her butt a few inches from the stupid (as she now referred to it) flower. She stood, brushing off the light blue dress she had been wearing and ran her long fingers through her hair. Had she been human or an elf, her features would seem very odd indeed; she possessed pale blue hair that was so short that it resembled that of a young boy's, as well as shocking violet eyes. This was a common occurrence in her own people though so she never thought much of it.

She placed one hand on her small hip as she thought about what to do with this little predicament. Before she got a chance to reach a conclusion however she heard (and felt) the loud banging of what had to be several horses. Horses she was fine with, but the elves that lived around these parts she tried to avoid, like all of her kind.

Her violet eyes darted around for a moment before she spotted the tulip she had successfully opened before she had come across the last one. Quick as can be she flew towards it and set her self down within it's concealing petals. Inside of her red sanctuary she pulled two of the petals away from each other to give herself a small peak hole to look through.

There were five of them or so, she hadn't taken the time to count exactly how many there were, each one carrying a tall blonde rider; the typical elf of Greenwood. They were obviously some sort of nobility; their garments gave them away despite the fact that they were dressed casually for what must have been a hunting party. She was considering changing her form to something a bit smaller as to give her a better opportunity to pester the group without being seen until one rider from the back rode closer and caught her eye.

Tangle was sharp witted and quick even amongst her own kind who were known for being so, yet at the site of this creature she was struck dumb for a moment. To any of her kin he wouldn't seem to be anything special; tall, blonde and blue eyed, as was practically every elf in the Emerald Wood, (they even had many jokes about that exact topic come to think of it). They probably wouldn't have been able to tell him apart from the others after being so used to the fairies that were very different from each other. In all honesty she was the exact same way, but at the moment she was positive she could never confuse him with another elf.

The afternoon sun that beat down on them seemed to glow off of his golden hair, almost making it seem as if he had a halo surrounding his head. His mouth was pressed into a firm, serious, line, but something in his beautiful blue eyes told her he had the potential to laugh and joke as well as any fairy; it just needed to be brought out of him. She cocked her head to one side and let it rest against the arm she had stretched against the length of the petal and let out a dreamy sigh.

Had he been a fairy she was pretty sure she would have tackled him to the ground by now, despite the problems it had caused the last time she had done that many years ago. One of the other riders pulled up and blocked her view of the handsome male and her dreamy, love sick smile immediately turned into an angry frown, her violet eyes glaring daggers at the annoyance as she contemplated biting his ear.

"Sire," the unnamed annoyance said to the beauty ", it might be best if we retreated back to the palace, the game seems to be scarce and the trip back is long enough from here as it is"

'Sire?' she thought to herself. So not only was he nobility, he was the Crowned Prince Legolas she had heard of. Odd she would be attracted to such as him seeing as from what small descriptions she had heard of him described him as cold and serious while remaining polite. Tangle herself was a smart-witted prankster with little to no ability to remain polite or serious on any occasion. Not to merntion that despite her age (nothing spectacular in elf or fairy years, but still several human lifetimes) she had the tendency to be as immature as the next young human child. Oh, Bramble and Dill would be dying from laughter if they could see Tangle looking like a lovesick puppy to some elf right about now!

'Well, he's not just any elf now is he? I mean he's a prince after all right? Doesn't that make them automatic swoon quality?' she tried to reason to herself, but it wasn't making her feel much better. Fairies never had a problem with love, they truly embraced it in truth, and of course Tangle had had her share of infatuations and relationships, but she always managed to stay within her normal Tangle character (the tackling to the ground was really quite a Tangle thing to do, unlike staring dreamily at her newest crush). Not to mention he was an elf. Fairies didn't have a problem with elves per say, they just found them to be amusing and made many jokes at their expense as neighboring countries might do. To fairies, the elves seemed much too reserved and proper as well as rather similar over all (as she had mulled over before)

"Yes" Legolas, spoke and Tangle broke herself out of her musing and listened to him speak with rapt attention, "That might be the best course of action at the moment, let us turn back"

Oh no! He couldn't leave! She wasn't sure how to get to the palace from here and she had a feeling that they wouldn't cross paths again. Even if this was some silly crush she couldn't help herself from looking around her, as if expecting the solution to make itself known.

She could have a reason to go to the palace right? What if she needed a new person to pester or something? Wouldn't those stuffy nobles be perfect? She thought all of this to herself whilst convincing her mind that she didn't want to go there for some elf. With this in mind she intensified her search. When her eyes fell on one of his companion's packs she realized that the solution had just jumped out at her screaming. Quick as she could, she flew up behind the elf's retreating back and slipped under the bag's flap.

She poked her head out from underneath and let her arms rest on the top of the bag, she made a conscious effort to keep track of every tree and land mark they passed as a way to find her way back home, and although she would never admit it, a way to get to the palace whenever she wished later.

So what do you think so far? Should I trash it or keep going? If I don't get too many positive reviews I may not continue, as it is what keeps me going.