LITTLE WANDERERS ||LEGOLAS GREENLEAF

PART 1

My boots touched the ground several times, the only sound in the corridors of Rivendell was the silent word that the other elves pronounced."What are you doing, my princess?" A laughing voice said a bright smile appeared upon my face "Is everything alright?"I asked him as I turned around and looked carefully at his facial expressions, I saw a sort of... sadness... a kind of fear.

"You have a lot of things happening in your mind walk with me?" the sides of his mouth curving in a little smile, "Tell me, what's on your mind?" he asked, colliding our arms as he began walking. He groaned and came to a halt, looking me in the eyes. "Mithrandir, Ho has a quest an cin." As he walked away, leaving me alone next to the armoury, he murmured, "good luck..."

"Would you tell me where it is?" I murmur to myself as I look for my weapons. After finding everything except my sword, I turn around and discover it hanging on the wall, which then I grab and place in its holster.

"My queen, your horse is ready." A tall blonde haired elf murmured, holding the reins of a lovely white horse "I owe you." I mounted the horse and rode towards Bag End.

I didn't understand why Gandalf chose me; I was a plain archer if it could be called that, compared to my brothers. As I approached the door of my favourite hobbit, Bilbo Baggins, I hummed an old elvish tune.

After a few knocks on the door, the sounds inside became quieter, footsteps approached the door, and shuffling could be heard inside before a forceful voice said, "she has arrived."

Bilbo stood there staring at me when the little round door opened; elves don't normally visit Bag End because our lands are more magical, so seeing an elf is unique for hobbits. I smiled as I looked down at my little hobbit companion. "Come in!" I looked in front of me to see the last line of Durin and his company kneeling in front of me, they gazed at me with a faint gleam in their eyes, I bowed a little before looking at Gandalf, "Im heard cin needed nin? " As I stated, he gave a slight nod and a wide smile on his face as I glanced at him.

"I have to say, I have never seen such a beautiful elf."Kili's cheeks flushed crimson red as he said. "Kili, askung skuld tho thurv denthar? "the dwarf next to him remarked, giving him a little nudge "gotek worry jeg oljon dath eom att compliment. " Gandalf motioned for me to approach him, and I grinned as they looked surprised, an elf understanding their language. I nodded slowly approaching closer to him,he had a ring in his hand, and every dwarf was astonished. That was my mother's ring.

 "How tul- cin bui hi?-how come you by this?-"I said as I returned my gaze to the Ring., "I thought you would want it."I was taken aback by what he said, which sent shivers down my spine."How did you find it?" I inquired, looking at him for a response, but he shook his head, oblivious to my query. "That's not for you to know." He remarked firmly as he seized my hand with his free hand and placed the ring in it

"Put it on!" says the narrator. Everyone stared at me in astonishment as I slowly put the ring around my finger, closing my eyes as a strong bright light began to beam out of it, slowly opening my eyes again as the light began to fade away, everyone stared at me in amazement, I looked confused as nothing changed, I felt normal. That's when a strand of hair fell onto my face, my normally dark brown hair suddenly shining white. "You remind me of her." Gandalf chuckled as a joyous tear slid down my face.

"Now tell me, why did you call me in the first place?" As I watched my strand of hair turn brown again, I inquired, as he grinned."to recover one's birthright." I stared at him and then at Thorin, who looked at me with a mournful gaze and said, "You didn't help." I closed my eyes as images of the dragon, the smoke, the flames, and the desperate calls for aid flooded back into my mind, and I shook my head, "I helped." "I had no option, my dear Kili," I said with a small smile, and he looked puzzled. I excused myself and walked outdoors.

When I heard the door open again, I sat down on the small bench. "Tell me how that day went..."  as Bilbo's calm and soothing voice advised, I nodded before taking a deep breath, "That day, word circulated that the lonely mountain had been attacked by a dragon, a fire-drake to be precise. At the time, I was sent to the elf kingdom of the great King Thranduil to serve as a healer, and he spread the word that we would assist, help that the dwarves had never received. tI couldn't stand the fire, the smoke, the screams, and Thranduil offered no assistance, so a small group of healers and I went and treated the dwarves for their fire burns; the thing is, Kili never knew because he wasn't there, and Thorin claimed that the elves offered no assistance that day, but he was completely mistaken..."

"If I was there, I would've done the same thing," Bilbo said as he slid his small hand into mine. "It's becoming chilly..." I stood up. I murmured it as I walked inside, avoiding the dwarves' gaze, and sat on Bilbo's little couch."If I was there, I would've done the same thing," I said as he slid his small hand into mine. "It's becoming chilly..." I stood up. I murmured it as I walked inside, avoiding the dwarves' gaze, and sat on Bilbo's little couch."If I was there, I would've done the same thing," I said as he slid his small hand into mine. "It's becoming chilly..." I  stood up. I murmured it as I walked inside, avoiding the dwarves' gaze, and sat on Bilbo's little couch.

"We depart first thing in the morning," says the narrator. According to Balin, "Good night..." I murmured, shutting my eyes, drawing my legs up to my chest, and resting my head on my knees.I closed my eyes as a blanket wrapped around my shoulders.