Disclaimer: This is not a very nice story; there is a character death in this story, so it is your choice to read on to find out who but it may be a shocker to you. Flame me if you wish, for it does not harm me but make me write more and sometimes better. So please by all means flame me, comments are welcomed but don't flame the story. Criticism is fine with me on errors and suggestions, but the person you flame is the writer not the story which Is just a mind and thought of that of the writer.

Your may not understand me but soon it will be clear. I assure you

Im testing somting ( Im not even sure if your reading this but, i posted my story at and im going to see how many reviews and hits i get cause this storys been up for like three days, and i dont believe six hits and two reviews.)

Warnings: Character death
Rating: M(By standards)

Assassin, what do you think of when you here that word. Killer. Murder. Of coarse that's what an assassin is right, a killer. Sometimes in this world it is not hard to see who is out to kill you and who is not. Like those close to you, people you trust, care for and even love. Why would they set out to kill you? Something you would think as they walk from your almost lifeless body.

You see people don't seem to realize is that even though those people you trust and love can set out to kill you to act as an assassin. See not all people in the world do all good, so have they have sins and have asked forgiveness of them, but what of the unknown or unseen sins. The sins that even the person who committed them didn't even realize the faulty mistake.

Those of the ones set against another are those sins that hurt and sink in the most, more than the others. . . . . . Turn one against the other.

So take that deep breath now, for this may be a story that even the bravest wouldn't dare attempt to. This is a story of love and hate, and in the end, well you'll just have to read on now wont you.

The Assassin:
Schooled and not experience

Alexandria Journal Entry #1

These days there are people everywhere who would gladly kill someone for a few gold coins or jewels, but when you're born into it, now that's a different story. See when your born, or in this case bred to do harm to others and feel no remorse the word assassin is not just a new pay role for you it is a title. You're taught from the day that you are born always to fool people. To show yourself in a way that would make people think. That Is a person I can trust I see honor in her.

It became such an evil habit for the children of the local assassins would be able to fool even there own parents, who wouldn't accept them after they were of age. After that the found them self at almost a school for assassins, kind of a strange thing to think of but there is one. Deep in the forests of Fangorn, where I sit now about to be taught some ancient lessons of some kind what I have yet to know.

See I deiced to start this journal in hope that if I have descendants and that they are of the assassin race (which on happens if one assassin marries and conceives with another) would they read this as a almost type of text book to help and warn them of the dangers. Tell the secrets and stories of the old ancient assassins.

A book was closed and a quill set just in side the cover. Alexandria and young elvish woman stood from her perch along one of the older more tattered trees that she had favored in the past few days of her arrival. The tree showed age but no sigh of death, things like this fascinated her more that she would let people know.

For is she let people know truly what she was like that may in the end be that of her death. Alexandria moved swiftly among the tree to the gather group of other almost younger elven men and women. Today they would start basic training, they were to start the conditioning of there bodies today and would work them continuously for the next six months solid. After that they were to practice sward play and were to choose there weapon of combat choice.

Alexandria sighed as she listened to what the instructor was saying. This was going to be hard, but of coarse she was born into it, had the body and the stamina for it. Alexandria looked up through a clearing in the patch of old tree leave above her to see the deep blue of the sky one last time before she went on to begin the life of an assassin.

The instructor lead them father into the forest that day only to push tem on hard work outs that involved running, sit ups, pull ups everything that focused on lower and upper body strength. Many dropped out on the first day, couldn't take it.

Of coarse that was supposed to happen, show them in the beginning that its hard, weeds out all the ones who can hack it. the group was reduced to nine, seven males and two females. None of them knew it at the time but they would have a greater bond than any other in the world.

TBC . . .

Author Notes:

In the beginning you many not have a clue what I'm talking about but in the next chapter you will kina see I'm more detail how this ties in to the Lord of the Rings and with Legolas and more other characters so sorry for the confusion.

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-aclassicpirate