The Prince Of Mirkwood (A Legolas Story)

Introduction

My name is Amara. I am the youngest child of Lord Elrond and Lady Celebrían. Growing up in Rivendell, I had everything I ever needed and more. As I grew though, the world outside our borders that my father had tried so hard to hide from us became a haunting reality. When my mother was taken from us by orcs and tortured in many ways, fear rose throughout our beautiful home. A home so filled with love, now filled with so much fear. My brothers rescued her and brought her home, but nothing would ever be the same again.

It did not take long before my father healed my mother. Her physical form was once again as it should be, but her mind and spirit would never forget the torment she had endured during her capture and she left. Watching her sail West, clinging to my father, and clutching the necklace she gave me is something I will never forget. My father became more strict and traveling did not come easy for my sister and I. I love Rivendell and it will always be my home, but the endless books I have read or the travelers who have come to our lands always leave me wanting for an adventure.

I want to be able to sit around a fire, surrounded by a group of people and tell them of the things I have seen, the adventures I have been apart of. But my father will never allow that.

Until he came along.

Growing up, the only love I witnessed was that between my parents and grandparents. Love was something that others had. I was so close to it, yet so far away. It was not something that was on my mind all the time, but watching them love one another made me curious about what love would hold for me in the future.

Love is a funny thing and soon I would discover that love takes many forms and comes in many different ways. But the love I had for him was something that could only come to me once and unless keeping it, was something that would never come again.