Misadventures of a Young Elf

An UNFINISHED fic based on LOTR by Molly. Thank you, starice, for the idea! ::Hugglize::

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“It’s a dangerous business, going out your door; you step onto the road, and if you don’t keep your feet, there’s no knowing where you might be swept off to…”

~Bilbo Baggins

                Legolas Greenleaf, archer and prince of Mirkwood, patted his little sister on the head dearly. “Anowen, fare well. Take care of mum and father, okay?” Anowen looked down stubbornly, wisps of pale blond hair tickling her cheeks due to a slight spring breeze. Her arms were crossed, and she replied, half mumbling, “Alright, Legolas… only if you promise to take me on your next adventure!”

                Legolas let out an amused laugh. “And you don’t be too sure I’ll take you! Just sit tight, Anowen; when you’re older, I’ll consider taking you.” He then knelt down, giving her a hug; she, of course, reluctantly hugged back. You see, she didn’t have anything against Legolas, she loved him dearly; her life was dreary and dull in the underground castle in which she lived in Mirkwood. She spent half her time daydreaming about the unknown land they called Middle Earth. She knew partially of these lands because Legolas and her parents would tell her stories at night: of Rivendell, the Lonely Mountain, Misty Mountains, The Shire, Rivendell, Lothlorien, and even Mordor. She blinked her large, light blue eyes and pursed her thin lips as Legolas rode off with his horse, Vóniel. After he was out of view, she signed and entered the Greenleaf manor.

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                Legolas and his horse rode out of the dark forest peacefully, his eyes wandering over the sunset that peeked over the misty mountains.  I hope Anowen wasn’t too upset I couldn’t take her, he thought to himself. She’s old enough to understand the importance of this journey…See, Legolas was summoned forth to Rivendell, along with a few other Mirkwood elves; a grave meeting discussing The One Ring was to take place in a fortnight. He did not know yet who was the ring bearer of late, but already in his mind, he wished he could help them on their quest to Mordor. He turned his pretty head around, long golden hair blowing back in the wind, and looked at the forest he called his home momentarily. Stay home and safe, Anowen. I wouldn’t want anything to happen to you…

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                Meanwhile, back in the underground palace, Anowen sat at the dining table, a thin arm propped up on the table, resting her head. She picked at her vegetable soup, her mind still on traveling with Legolas. This was a very big thing in her life to her, and she would do anything to go somewhere farther than Esgaroth.

                Anowen looked up, as her name was being called, and her mind was brought back from Rivendell.

                “Anowen, are you hungry at all?” Her mum asked, a hint of concern in her voice.

                “Oh, no… I ate an hour ago.” Anowen replied.

                “All right. Well, either eat, clean up your bowl, or sit there until you eat it; your father and I are going to bed, and it’s well time you do so too.” She got up from her place at the table, gave Anowen a small kiss on the forehead, and walked with Thranduil, the king of Mirkwood, to their room.

                Once they were far enough so they couldn’t hear any noises from beyond the walls of their room, she looked around with her scheming eyes, and sneaked off to bed. I am going to go with Legolas, she thought, slipping into her light green pajamas. So what if he left hours before? Mum and dad have horses in the stable, and I know how to ride them; I could catch up with Leggy and get to Rivendell in no time. With that thought in mind, she tucked herself in, and clutched her small dolly to her chest, and fell into a deep sleep.

                The next day was fair: the sun was shining and peeking through the weaving trees of the forest, and the air was tinted with the faint smell of spring. A perfect day to cut to the chase, thought Anowen as she rubbed her eyes, looking out the ceiling window—She did live in an underground palace. The only problem was how to sneak past her parents without them getting suspicious. I could pack up, take a horse and ride off before they get up, thought she, changing into a light yellow dress. Or maybe I could jump through this window right now, no one would know… But then she spotted the giant spider web outside her window; that idea was out of question, she hated spiders. See, one day, when she was about 6 years old (She’s eleven now), Legolas dropped a spider on her seat before dinner, and before she sat on it, it crawled away and into her food. She almost took a bite when she saw a few black, hairy, flailing legs in her omelet.

                By this time, Anowen had everything she desperately needed: Spare clothes, a comb, a blanket, a bit of good traveling food, and of course, her favorite dolly, Maradiel. Sometimes Anowen believed it talked to her, and she would talk back; her family thought it crazy though. Although she was ready to go, she still hadn’t thought of a way out of the household without being found out.

                “Tough it through and go through the window, Anowen. It has a latch, you know, I’ve seen it almost every night,” Maradiel said to Anowen. She didn’t exactly speak; it was Anowen who imagined it, like an invisible friend.

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