A/N: Larien Ancalime is my character and was created by myself. Legolas, Lord Thranduil, and other people and places of Middle Earth belong to Tolkien.

Just to let everyone know, this story takes place before The Fellowship of the Ring. Legolas is younger here, around the age of 1,000 as is Larien. None of the characters from the Fellowship will be in this story, but I will have some of my own.

It has been quite some time since I've written a fanfic. The last one I posted never got finished and unfortunately, will never get finished. To those of you who have read my other stories, welcome back! I hope you like this one and come back for each chapter. To those of you who are new to me, welcome! I hope you enjoy this story and if you've read either of my other ones, I hope you liked them as well. Now....go ahead and get on with the story!

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The night was silent and still as the hooded figure crept closer her destination. She moved from tree to tree in graceful movements as her cloak flowed behind her. Her emerald eyes scanned her surroundings as she reached the entrance to the palace. When the coast seemed clear, she placed both of her hands on the large door and pushed it open as quietly as she could. She stepped inside and let out the breath she hadn't realized she was holding while her back closed the door silently. Her eyes peered to the left, to the right, and then straight ahead. Surprisingly, no guards were seen. With a sly grin, she headed straight ahead.

The sound of her feet softly echoed throughout the hall with each step she took. She knew where she was going, but she found herself stopping and double-checking herself. Of course, it was nearly pitch-black in those halls, but her Elven eyes made it less difficult for her to see.

Her breath caught in her throat when she heard footsteps moving quickly in her direction from another hall. She literally threw her back against the wall and inched her way to a little crevice she had passed. Her eyes remained shut and she dare not breathe as the elves walked past her. Their whispers made her heart beat quicken.

"Come on. He could not have gotten very far." One said. His eyes scanned the walls, and then looked down the hall. "This way."

When the elves had passed and gone out of sight, she breathed again. Small beads of sweat began to run down her forehead as she moved out of hiding place. To avoid another run-in with the elves, she opened the closest door and stepped inside. Her eyes quickly surveyed her surroundings. It was a bedroom. The bed looked to be empty so she stepped towards it. It was. She moved to the corners of the room and checked them for a hidden elf. There was none to be found.

Although the Elven girl was very wise, she had forgotten to check one area of the room which she should have checked first. Out on the terrace was an elf who watched her silently. His blue eyes narrowed as she searched the room. He waited in the shadows of the terrace as she stepped out onto it. He could not tell who she was for her hood shielded her face and kept it dark.

Just as she was about to move back inside, he lunged at her. The two of them fell to the ground. She fought with all of her strength to get the elf off of her and managed to roll on top of him. His hands made their way to her throat and slowly tightened the grip as he rolled back on top of her. In the process of this dual, the girl's hood fell back and her chocolate brown locks were revealed. Her emerald eyes glared angrily at the elf on top of her then widened when she saw his face and golden hair.

"Legolas....?" She wheezed, as his grip was still tightening around her throat.

He froze when his name was spoken. His grip loosened, but he remained planted on top of her. Only then did he see her face. "Larien?"

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I hope everyone liked the prologue. I'm very into this story and have a plotline which I am very excited to follow. Hopefully, look for a new chapter tomorrow!