Disclaimer: After reading my story I have decided to re-write my epic Hidden Identity. It will take a long time so be patient, will include all the best bits of the old version and some new bits. Still only own my made up characters though sigh shame, I'd love to own Legolas and Elrohir.
Hidden Identity Chapter One, In The Beginning"Remind me again why we're doing this." The request was from Leila, slowly changing out of her long lilac dress into a green shirt and brown leggings. The shirt was overly large to cover her feminine breasts. Her hair was in the latest style, long and loose hanging past her waist…well it was until Shí pulled out a small knife and chopped it off in one swift movement just bellow the shoulder.
"You know why, the whole nation believes women belong in the home and not on the battle field. If we're gonna hide that we are women then we have to look like boys," Shí answered calmly while chopping her own hair off slightly short than most males, only an inch below the chin. Leila huffed and rubbed her hands on the horrible leggings.
"But why do we have to…"
"Because women are just as good at fighting than men, in fact I think we're better what with our ability to multi task. Anyway come, time to go and sign up," Shí pulled her shirt slightly so that it wasn't tucked into her leggings and then picked up her dress, stuffing it in her pack of belongings.
"Fine, but if you get me killed I'll…I'll kill you."
"Well that makes perfect sense."
"Shut up."
"Name?" Dalamar, the officer in charge of the recruitment that day for Mirkwood's army asked calmly as he glanced up from the parchment to the young face in front of him.
"Sérle." The name Leila was using was that of one of the village boys, a true farmer that would definitely never have thought about joining the army.
"Age?"
"1647."
"Pick your kit up behind the screen," Dalamar said as he gestured for the boy to sign the parchment next to his name, making it legal and binding that the boy was in the army. To his surprise the boy actually said a polite thank you before moving on through the tent, allowing the next one to step up to the table. "Name?"
"Gaalin." Shí had created her name herself, choosing one of the most masculine she could think of at the time.
"Age?"
"1649."
"Well sight here and then go through there for you're kit," Dalamar held out the parchment which the solidly built boy calmly signed and then headed into the back of the tent.
"What's your size?" the tall elf with the piles of kit asked while handing Leila a set of clothes and pointing to yet another curtain for her/him to change behind.
"The largest you've got please, I like mine baggy," Shí smiled at him as he blinked in surprise and then moved to obey. Leila looked out from behind the screen with literally a death glare before she stepped out, dressed in the very masculine uniform which hid her natural beauty. The glare told Shí that it was going to be a very hard life.
A/N Short and sweet.