Hours passed by and I heard nothing from my father. Anyways, he couldn't drive on the roads, they were too wet. The phone rang as I got up and ran to the living room. I answered it, but the lines went out and the lights turned on and off. I rubbed my eyes as my hair was swung over the side of my face. I was going to check the circuit in the laundry room, when there was a loud tapping noise over by my window. I pulled the curtains back slowly, and peered out the window. Not twenty feet away, a ghostly-figured man stood in the shadows of the trees, watching my movement.

Even though it was night, I could see him every once in a while, because the lighting lit up the sky like a giant candle. I stepped back gradually and picked up the pocketknife from my dresser, then returned to the window. He had seen me flinch, and started walking quickly over to the window. As I stood, I pulled the blade back quickly and put it behind my back. He walked toward me and I noticed that he wasn't a man, he was maybe in his late teens. He had light blond hair that was in a ponytail, except it was wet from the storm. He made it to the window and when I gasped he looked satisfied. Then spoke. "Is your name Lyra?" he yelled over the thunder, as rain poured over his face.

I didn't answer so he said it again, "Are you the daughter of Aranel?"

How did he know that? I stuttered for a moment, then pointed towards the front door. I ran to the door and opened it and pulled him inside by his shirt. Then put my knife back in my hands so he could see it.

"How do you know Aranel?" I commanded, showing him the knife, it didn't change his emotions he just stared at me.

"Are you her daughter?" he asked, studying me.

"Answer the question!" I yelled, then his eyes went wide.

"Galadriel told my father and he told me," he said, looking up at me, and what I was wearing. I wore a pair of shorts and a black tank top.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because Aranel was her granddaughter. And she has been looking for her for many years," he said, ringing the water out of his hair.

He was wearing a green skirt. Well, that not creepy at all I thought to myself. To top that off, he was wearing green tights, a dark green shirt, and a cape. His hair was light blonde and it traveled all the way down his back. On his back, he had a bow and some arrows, as well as two daggers. I shook my head instead of laughing at his appearance.

"That would make her my great-grandmother? It can't be. My mother had no parents." I said, as he paused for a moment.

"She does have parents. Her mother is Celebrain and you're Aranel's daughter, so Galadriel is your great-grandmother," he said, looking around the room, "Where is Aranel?"

"She is dead," I answered back. He said some faint word as he looked down to the ground, then put a fist over his heart.

"Oh.. I'm sorry," he said, looking down at the floor for a second, then returned his gaze to me.

"It's okay, I guess. Why are you here?" I said curiously.

He looked at me, then fixed his cape, "I'm here to bring you to Galadriel."

"You are here to bring me to her?" I said like an idiot.

"Yes," he said.

"So, she wants to see me?" I questioned. He nodded and looked down at me. His eyes were a beautiful blue, almost the color of water.

"She has watched over you ever since you were a child."

"I have a question if you don't mind. What are you?" I asked in a whisper. "And who are you?"

"I am an Elf," he said, revealing his ears. They were pointed and he sounded so proud of it. "My name is Legolas."

I looked at him studying the features on his face. He had high and mighty pale cheekbones. His hairlines looked sturdy as a tree roots. His eyes were gorgeous, just like the rest of man...boy. If he was in fact an Elf, I was definitely dreaming. "Don't you wish to meet her?" he said, since I wasn't speaking.

"Oh…" was all I could say. He tilted his head to the side and narrowed his eye brows.

I guess Dad wouldn't care if I wasn't here. I mean, he never notices me anymore. Ever since Mom died, things have not been the same. School, I could live without I hate it. Heck, I barely even knew Legolas. I looked at him again, and I finally made up my mind.

"I would love to go with you to meet my great-grandmother, but it's raining, and I would have to do some things before I left," I said, looking up at him.

"I have clothing for you to wear in the rain," he said.

"Oh, ok." I said, as he pulled something out of the bag he was holding. He pulled out a black dress and a cloak with a hood. The dress looked amazing. It was black and down the middle was white fabric. In the back, there were

two ribbons to tie into a bow. I took the dress and left him in the living room, while he sat on Mom's old rocking chair.

I put the dress on in my looked great on me because of my curves and it was tight around the chest area. I looked into the full-sized mirror Mother gave me years ago. My hair was long and black, and my eyes were light blue and green. I looked just like Mom when she was my age. I jumped when I heard knocking at my door.

"We have to leave soon. The storm is getting worse," said Legolas. I opened the door and he looked at the dress, then me. Something in his eyes was different as he looked up and down the dress, studying it.

"How does the dress look?" I asked, looking down at the dress.

I opened the door all the way for him to see. He smiled, then gave me a profound look. He then stepped back and returned to the living room. I went back into my room and got a Sharpie and a piece of paper and wrote a note to Dad.

I will be gone for a while, Don't bother for looking for me, because you won't be able

too. Also, good luck with your life ALONE because I'm tired of you ignoring me

just because I act just like Mom. All I wanted was you to be proud of me. I guess that's

not good enough.

Love,

Lyra

I took the note and placed it on Dad's bed, then got the coat Legolas gave me and tossed it on. Legolas got up from where he was sitting, then opened the door, letting the rain and wind inside.

I shivered as he put his arm around me, and we ran out towards the woods. When we came to a white fence, he jumped it, then helped me through it.

Ten minutes later, after we walked awhile, I was completely soaked with water from head to toe. He cleared his eyes to adjust them to the rain ,then said, "We are almost there, just beyond those trees."

"Okay," I said through chattering teeth.

We came to a dark cave. As Legolas took a step inside the cave, the wind behind us picked up. He pulled me inside, I was shaking like crazy. Rocks covered the huge walls and the cave smelled like old water.

"I think I have hypothermia," I said, as my eyes closed. I thought I might or maybe I'm exaggerating a bit.

"

Come here," he said as he pulled me closer to himself. He was rather warm, as if the rain didn't effect him. He said some words in a different language, then the air around us grew warm. It smelled like we where standing out in the middle of a hayfield with horses surrounded by flowers. I could feel him breathing lightly on my shoulder. "Are you better?" he asked in a worried voice, as he slowly pulled away from me.

"Yeah, thanks," I said. He nodded, then he looked around the cave, then back to me. I looked down at my clothes and noticed that they weren't wet anymore. Even my hair was dry. I smiled at him, he just looked at me quickly, then turned around

"Come on, we can't delay," he said, as he griped my hand and pulled me deeper into the cave.

Okay this is the second half of the chapter. Please tell me what you think,and I will post the next part.