Italicized phrases with a * next to it mean it's in Elvish 

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"I did not know that a mortal human was visiting here in Mirkwood," said a curious voice. I nearly fell out of the tree I was resting in.

I looked down at the woodland floor and there, at the base of a tree, was Legolas, the Prince of Mirkwood. His long golden hair rustled in the slight breeze.

"I'm sorry, my Lady, I did not mean to startle you." He sounded sincere.

"No, your Highness, it's my fault; I wasn't paying attention." I fumbled over my words and closed the book I was reading, I always come here to read. And I've never had anyone interrupt my reading time until now. But I would have never guessed I would've been interrupted by a Prince.

Legolas nodded, "may I ask why you are visiting the place of my birth?" He didn't sound rude but, again, he just sounded sincere and curious.

"Oh, well, I'm not visiting. I live here, ever since I was a baby I have."

Legolas raised an eyebrow, "really?" Then he asked, almost shyly, "do you mind telling me more?" He gave a smile, showing all of his pearly whites. It used to make me self-conscious, you know, being around perfect elves all the time, but I've just learned to accept the fact that everyone around me looks better than me.

"No, I don't mind—" before I could start, he climbed the tree swiftly in less than two seconds. He settled down on a branch slightly above me and to my right. The leaves barely rustled.

I tucked my hair behind my ear as he waited eagerly, "I thought it was improper for a citizen of your kingdom to talk casually to you or your father." I looked up at him, but I couldn't make eye contact.

"I'm not my Father. And I want to hear your story." He said simply, his voice a perfect harmony.

I sighed and twiddled with my hair as I began to speak in my small voice, "my parents, well my adoptive elf parents, found me out here in the forest. They think that one of the giant spiders ate my birth parents." I shrugged like it was no big deal, "so they took me in, seeing that I had no one to care for me."

"I was raised here and in the way of the elves, I was taught Westron and Elvish... And anything else they thought was necessary," I finish. I look up at him again, he seemed to be in thought.

"Man i eneth lín .?" (what is your name?)

"My elf parents named me Lumornel. I adopted their last name, Nólatári.* "

His grey-blue eyes seemed to light up and they looked into mine, "they named you after tree shade." It wasn't a question. He looked at me with a smile.

I smiled back shyly, "yes, my parents found me under a tree. The shade was hiding me from unwanted eyes. They said it was a miracle that they had even seen me and that it was fate for them to have found me.* " I looked up to where sunlight filtered through the treetops, the sound of birds singing was in the air. I often think about that, if it really was fate that had saved me or if it had been pure luck.

"Let's hope that your fate will lead you to great places then.* " I smiled weakly at him.

"So, may I ask why the Prince is walking alone in the woods?* " I say while looking at my feet that rest on a branch.

"I like time to my self,* " was all he said.

"Me too, that's the reason I'm out here,*" I say, "I love reading. It doesn't matter what it's about, I'll read it,* " I look up at him and smile. Then I blush because I'm talking to the Prince! Nobody talks to the Prince, he normally keeps to himself.

"What book are you reading?* " The Prince asks. I look at the cover. I know what the title is, but it's a chance to avert my eyes.

"Tales of Beedle and Bard," I say quietly, I'm afraid he'll think I'm weird for reading books like this.

His brow furrowed, "I've never heard of it... What is it about?* "

"It's actually just a lot of nursery stories. The kind you read to little kids."

His eyes lit up again as if he was amused. I went back to playing with my hair, "what's your favorite tale?"

Now my eyes lit up, no one asks me what my opinion is, "I love the tale about the three brothers who make a deal with Death. It's called the Deathly Hallows."

"Sounds interesting."

I shift my position so I can look at him better, "really?" I say with wide eyes. Everyone thinks that this book is absurd.

"Yes. All the books I get to read are about history and culture and language. It is quite boring really." I saw him eye my book.

I suddenly got an idea, "would you like to read my book?" I chuckle a bit, "you could get your daily dose of adventure with this." I was awarded with a teeth-showing smile. And not a fake smile either.

"It would be an honor." I smiled widely and handed him the old book.

He began to read aloud.

•••••••••

After he finished the first tale he looked up at the treetops, I'm guessing his elf eyes were tracking the sun.

"I should be getting back to my Father's halls," he said solemnly, it sounds like he was sad to leave.

He jumped down to the ground with a grace that I could never have. I shouted after him, "Tomorrow we could meet here again?"

He turned around, "N'i lû tôl , Hiril vuin" (until then, My Lady)

When he turned around I blushed. I then threw my book to the ground and scrambled down the tree—less than gracefully, I may add.

I walked home smiling that day.

•••••••••

"I'm home," I say. I don't have to yell since my adoptive parents are elves and they're hearing is way better than any humans. 

"Ah, Lumornel!* " My father comes into view, " it's good to see that you're home again,* " He says this every time, even though I've only been gone for a couple hours. He then spots my book in my hand.

"I see that you're still reading that book.*" He frowns.

"I'm re-reading it*," I look at the ground. You would think that living around elves, proud creatures that they are, I would be more like them, less shy and all.

But no, it seems to have done the opposite.

Our house is carved out of a tree. The trees here in Mirkwood are giant. But then again, I haven't been anywhere else other than here.

The tree is still growing so it gets bigger every year. Our tree is one of the oldest, so you can imagine that our house is one of the biggest out here. But the higher elves live in the mountain with the king.

We're not really inside our house though, all day we're outside either gardening or resting in hammocks. Most of the elves that live in the Forest Commons, not the Elven Kings halls in the mountain, sleep in the hammocks outside. I don't because I get eaten alive by bugs—the elves are immune to those pesky things.

I walk to my room; I get there by going up the small spiral staircase that leads to my room. There are multiple spiral stair cases on different walls in the tree. All the stairs are different heights, leading to different rooms. At the very bottom of the tree house is a small kitchen and sitting area. At the very top is where all the extra things are, like things my parents have collected over the centuries.

In my small room, I have a bed, wardrobe, and surprise!—a bookshelf.

I grab my diary that I hide in a slot that I carved out of the tree on the bookshelf. The slot is hidden by other books, so all I have to do is move the books aside.

I take my diary and get my quill and ink and settle down on my bed.

I got the most unexpected surprise today. I talked to the Prince. Of course, I've seen him before, never aging a day. We sat in a tree and read, he said we could meet tomorrow.

It's weird being around beings that never age. It makes me feel like I'm cursed and death is just around the corner.

And a thing occurred to me when I saw an Elf couple: will I ever find love? If I fall in love and he does the same with me then he will probably become mortal. Could I ever do that to him?

And it's not like I'll ever find a human—I live in a place filled with elves. I could travel to Rohan or Gondor and find myself a nice man but I've never traveled outside of Mirkwood. I don't know how to survive out there.

And on a completely different note, I am troubled by the fact that my parents don't understand the fact of me reading the books that I read—*

"Lumornel!" My mother yells at me. For anyone else, she wouldn't have to yell but since I'm human, with oh so terrible ears, she has to yell.

"Coming.*" I hide my diary where I normally do and run down the stairs, probably every elf in the vicinity can hear my feet. Oh, I'm sorry that I'm not as graceful as them.

When I meet my mom outside she hands my a wooden bowl of salad.

I smile, "diolla lle." (thank you)

She smiles, "lle creoso." (your welcome)

I go and eat my salad up next to a tree.

That night I fell asleep quickly, which was unusual for me, but it seemed as if sleep beckoned for me.

•••••••••

A light flashed before my eyes as bright as the brightest star and at the same time, I felt a force like pure energy collide with and into my body. My human vessel tried to reject the energy and I felt my body spasm violently. But my inter most part accepted it. 

The energy seeped through my body and entered that part like water seeping through a crack. As the light faded I felt the energy settle and a burning on my waist. It settled in that inter most part. I did not know what that part was but it's stronger than my human body. It took in all the energy like a sponge.

As the light cleared it showed only black with stars shining through, like little candles of hope. Within the stars, I heard a voice like a harp, beautiful and tuned, "My dear Nirrin Mîn, embrace this, for it is your fate."

I tried to answer, to ask 'embrace what?', but it was like my body was frozen. In fact, I don't think my body was there at all—Just my mind or soul, for I do not know which.

As the black faded into sleep, the stars shone through, bright and beautiful.

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