For the love of all things elf

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Silence.

It's a weird thing. Some people hate it while others love it. Some think that it is only when things get awkward, others think of wisdom. Right now I'm just waiting in silence.

You probably want to know for what, right? It's nothing catastrophic more like I'm waiting for someone I have never met. I don't know his name or what he looks like, all I know is, he's an elf and he will be taking me to Merkwood. Gandalf told me I would know it was him when I see him.

Oh Gandalf, that wizards whole life is a riddle. He is an old friend to my parents. You see my mom is the daughter of one of the high elves and my father is a mortal man. Well I should say was on both accounts. Yes, was, as in both have passed away. My mom died in child birth and my dad died of an illness that could not be cured.

But anyway Gandalf has sent word that it is my time to live with other elves. Something about a promise to my parents. But he told me my skills where needed outside my own little life.

Times now are good, the Great War with souron has been over for a few years and most of the evil has been killed. And by evil I mean orcs, the filthy bustards. Most are dead, only small groups still linger. They are too weak to be much of a threat to any town but still they need to die.

Speaking of which I killed a couple on my way here this morning. It was three in the morning and they where all asleep so it was quick and not messy at all. They didn't even bother with a watchmen. It is absolutely pathetic.

Wow I'm rambling again. This is what happens when one is bored from sitting in a tree for five hours. I can't sleep out of fear I will miss my escort. Being up at two in the morning to travail to the edge of my forest to lead this elf safely to my humble abode. Ya and that's not even the problem, a bad storm is coming. So yay!! Kinda not.

The next thing I hear beside the sounds of nature is a horse coming this way. I jump off the low branch I have been sitting on for some time. When I stand from my landing crouch I see a white horse and an elf on her back.

He's tall with blonde white hair with big blue eyes. He has a bow and quiver full of arrows, two daggers, and a elvin sword at his hip. He looks at me with his head tilted to the side probably trying to decide if I'm a threat or not.

"Hello." I say with my hands in the air to show I am no threat to him.

"Are you the one I am to take to Merwood?" He asked, sounding almost like a robot. That's when I see it the bags under his eyes. How long has it been since he has slept?

"Yes, I'm Estelwen (Ehs-tell-wehn). What is your name?" I ask him.

"Legolas"

At that I drop down into a bow with my knee to the ground and my head down.

"My prince I am sorry. I did not now what you looked like." I stutter out, completely embarrassed that I am not dressed better. Being dressed as a man is not ideal to meet your prince.

"Please, rise. I would like you to just call me Legolas." He says dismissively with a small wave of his hand.

"Right, ok umm, well I guess we should go then." I look up at the sky to see its eight in the morning and that we will need to move on to make it before the storm hits. "I hope you don't mind but can I umm..." I stutter some more, pointing at the rains.

"Oh yes, here." He says scooting back to make room for me.

As I approach the horse I pet her neck. When I get to her side I grab the horn and put my foot in the stirrups to pull myself on its back. As I right myself I relies how close Legolas really is. He radiates heat into my back which feels kinda good with being out in the crisp air for so long. I pay no further attention as he is my prince and the coming storm.