Hi all, some of you may have noticed that the last chapter was in first person, not third as per usual. This is because I find it so much easier to write like that. The reason that I did not before is that most other fanfics are written "she" instead of "I". So through the rest of the story, the p.o.v (point of view) will flip between characters, but 70% of the time it will be leaiwen p.o.v. . Please go look at some of my other stories! Thank you for your support! Also, please don't be a ghost reader! Comment, vote and pm me, I'd appreciate it if you can find the time to do that, because I know that my writing is not the best.
"Tauriel...September twentieth, fifty seven, third age... The white wizard has captured me, almost a year ago, my lover died, I was to distraught to notice that I had strayed too far from the border of my city. I can't help myself, but let me help you: you can never truly know who to trust; a good friend can hurt you. Trust your instinct, don't over push yourself."
The words echoed in my mind, but I forced them from my mind, I had to escape...
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Wind rushed through my hair, caressing my cheek as it hurried by. Gandalf crouched on the immense eagle with such skill and precision that takes years of practice. The city's passed beneath us like ants. My thoughts carried me away to the cold world of the future. Would Gandalf look after me, I'm still only a child? Would i be stranded in this land alone? These thoughts rushed by like the passing wind, clouding in my mind and thundering in my brain.

We passed mountains and valleys, rivers and grasslands. When, at last we gently drifted to the ground, I was woken from my soporific state with a crash and a mouth of dirt. Groaning, I sat up. My senses seemed hazy, probably from the high altitude. I looked about myself. I saw tall oak trees, crowned with yellow and red leaves. "Mirkwood" said a cracked voice behind me.

Time skip*********

I have only been in mirkwood for a few days, but the prince, legolas, and I have become good friends. I think that his father disapproves of me a bit, but my home in this palace must only be temporary. I don't think that Legolas, and Thranduil for that matter, would want me around forever. Would they?

A.N. Sorry for the short, inconsistent posts, I do, however have a 16 hour flight tomorrow so I'll write then.
I hope that you are enjoying the story, please don't be a ghost reader, I love knowing about the people that read the shit that pops up in my head!
Final word count:473😠