CHOICES IN LOVE

Disclaimer: The title LOTR and it's brilliant characters belongs to the great mind of J.R.R Tolkien. As for the others, Miya (Mee-yah) and the rest, they're part of my hyperactive imaginative mind.

A/N: Yes, this is prodigal-writer, back from the dead. Two years since I removed my stories from and I still get emails from my old readers to give them a copy of my stories! Well, instead of sending the chapters in winzip form, I'm posting them here again. :) I have a new pen name cause frankly, I don't want my real friends knowing I still write cheesy smut fics...hahaha. ;) but I like it, i really do, smutty, mary sue-ish fics...my weakness. ;) I am in the process of making a new fic aside from re-editing CIL and ROU, still legolas based so watch out for that as well. :)


Chapter 1 - Carefree Days

70 Years Back....in Mirkwood

Miya smirked at the aim her best friend took a second ago and shook her head. "My, my, my Legolas, you still haven't improved, I see." She walked next to him and nudged his shoulder.

He rolled his eyes before taking aim again. "You'll see, one day I will be better than you," he said, sounding more like a promise to himself than to his maiden friend. He stretched the bow and took aim. After a few seconds, making sure of the accuracy of his stance, he released his hold. Miya could hear the whizzing sound of the bow cut through the chilly air, its aim sound and sure. There was only going to be one outcome of that shot.

Bullseye.

Legolas walked next to Miya and grinned. "Looks like I won't have to wait for that time to come my dear elf friend," he said superiorly with a smug grin plastered on his face.

It was yet another usual practice day for Legolas Greenleaf, Prince of Mirkwood and his best friend, Almiya Starwen. Just looking at the two would be like seeing three clans of elves. With Legolas it was pure Mirkwood blood in his veins while with Miya, she was a mix of Rivendell and Lorien elf blood from her mother and father respectively. She inherited her looks though from her mother side, dark brown hair and deep green eyes.

Though only a few people know the potential of her beauty for she likes to tie her hair and cover it with a cap so she can shoot arrows with no hassle. How Legolas managed to do so, she cannot understand at all!

Both of them had been best friends since they were little children, with Legolas a few decades older than Miya. Miya never really knew much about her parents for they died when she was five hundred years old. After they died, she was sent to Legolas' father to be taken care of. Thranduil, Legolas' father, the King of Mirkwood, was her godfather and so from that day onward, she lived in Mirkwood.

Looking straight into Legolas' eyes, she reached for an arrow from her quiver, set it upon her bow, and took aim. Legolas knew exactly what she was doing and he shook his head as if hoping that she won't get the shot right. But her challenging eyes were set in a mischievous glint, "A few hundred more years, dear Legolas," she whispered softly before loosening her hold on the arrow. Even before he looked at the target, he knew that she had split his own arrow right in the middle.

"And that's what I call, superior archery my dear boy," Miya said chuckling before slumping at the tree behind her. "Oh stop scowling at me Legolas. I do give you credit for nagging me to learn archery but here, this is pure talent in this little 'ole elf," she teased.

"Why on earth I decided to teach you to shoot an arrow, I still don't know why," Legolas muttered, sitting next to her. "And you are no 'little' elf, you are as tall as I am now!"

"Yeah, yeah, a couple more inches and I can call you 'dwarfie' instead of 'Leggy Legolas'. Come to think of it, which do you prefer?" she asked, as if in deep thought.

"Neither, just plain old Legolas will do, Almiya," he answered moodily.

"And it's just plain old Miya, Legolas," she threw back. Legolas still stared at the hills moodily at what she said. "Oh come on Legolas, I was just teasing you," Miya said, rolling her eyes at him.

"Beaten by a female elf, by my own girl best friend. I am just thankful that no one saw that you beat me in archery," he muttered.

"You are such a pig for saying that," she protested indignantly. "Don't tell me that you have something against female elves Legolas Greenleaf or I will show you just how good I am in kicking your arse, sword-wise if I may add," she said, slapping his head, mussing his perfectly made hair.

"Not the hair Miya, you know I spent hours on that," he whined childishly, patting his hair, putting it back into its former order.

Miya sighed and rolled his eyes. "Sometimes I wonder which one of us in this friendship is actually the girl," she said, shaking her head.

"At least I take care of my hair, unlike you who doesn't have any care in this world even if it was shaved bald from your head," Legolas said sarcastically. He watched as his friend fiddled with the tight, delicate strings of her beautifully crafted bow with a frown. "Something wrong?" he asked. Miya either fiddled with her bow or the hem of her dress if something was bothering her, she did it without actual knowledge! She still didn't hear him so he placed a hand on her fidgeting hands, "What's wrong?" he asked with a concerned look.

She turned her deep green eyes to him and shook her head. "Nah, nothing of any importance, really," she said, trying to make her voice sound light. She stood up and picked up her quiver. "We better get back before they get the guards come looking for the precious Prince of Mirkwood," she said sarcastically before walking ahead.

Now Legolas knew that something was amiss. She shifted from a forlorn face to a sarcastic one. He knew that something was bothering her if she bothered to hide her feelings to him. But knowing her, she wouldn't tell him what was wrong until she was ready. Time was the only thing that Legolas can count on, until she was ready, she won't tell him what was bothering her.