What A Girl Wants
Chapter One.
Twenty-year-old Sirabi Moon ran like lightening up the stairs and sat in front of her vanity and let silent tears roll down her reddening cheeks.
Downstairs, the angry, loud shouts of her parents could be heard. It had been like this for months now, Sirabi's parents would start to fight and Sirabi would run to the concealment of her room. Tonight the shouts refused to cease so the sobs of Sirabi continued for many hours.
Sirabi would have moved away from her home long ago if her father was not here but he forbid her leaving and beat her red whenever she brought up the topic of leaving.
After a while, the screaming downstairs stopped. Sirabi looked up and winced at her appearance, her long, raven black hair was soaked with her salty tears and her normally mysterious deep brown eyes now showed clear sadness. They also bore the red puffiness of someone who had been crying.
Sirabi sighed shakily and stood up, she was going out and she wasn't planning on telling her parents, like they would care anyway.
She grabbed her baggy black rucksack and hauled on her ankle length black leather jacket. Smoothing out her long baggy black jeans, Sirabi quickly set off into the dark, moonless night.
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Sirabi headed straight for the forest behind her house. She had to think, to let her tears dry and be forgotten.
Oh how she longed for a better life! A life where no one would poke fun at her because she wore dark clothes, a life where parents did not fight but loved their children. Where was that life? When would it come to her?
Sirabi sat down underneath a large oak tree and closed her eyes. She felt no fear, the forest was her friend and she had grown up in its leafy branches and secluded hideaways. A light breeze fanned Sirabi's raven hair and she sighed contentedly.
"I hear your plea, come to the peace and live in love…" A heavenly voice called from all around Sirabi but she merely rolled over in her unexpected sleep.
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Waking up in a shaking fit, Sirabi leapt to her feet and cried out in horror. She had not meant to fall asleep and she feared the beating her father would give her for being away all night. Sirabi looked around in fear.
She was in an unknown place, large trees surrounded her and delicate yellow flowers drifted over her clothes. Mossy rocks lay before her feet and the sound of a river was close by. Sirabi shook her head and rubbed her eyes.
"Where the hell am I?" It was one of the few times Sirabi chose to spoke.
"Lothlorien." A deep, masculine voice answered smoothly.
Sirabi spun around and came face to face with an arrow. She yelled loudly and fell to the ground, flat on her butt. The arrow never stopped staring in her face.
"What business have you here mortal? How did you enter here? Where are you from? What is your name?" The man behind the arrow demanded.
Sirabi, remembering a line from her favourite movies The Lord Of The Rings, smiled discreetly, in spite of having a deadly arrow staring her in the face.
"Give me your name horse master and I'll give you mine." Sirabi muttered.
The man, shocked to hear these familiar words, lowered his bow and arrow, giving Sirabi a clear view of him.
He had long blonde hair and strong features. Sapphire blue eyes scrutinized her body quickly before matching the glare of Sirabi's own brown ones. His clothing was strange, a green tunic and brown trousers, with light footwear. The strangest thing however, was his pointed ears and bow and arrow. Beautiful though the bow was, it scared the hell out of Sirabi and suddenly she felt very small in her baggy black jeans, black leather jacket, black trainers and purple t-shirt with a picture of a black skull on it.
The man sighed.
"I am Legolas Greenleaf of the Woodland Realm in Mirkwood, now young lady, whom are you?" Legolas glared strongly at Sirabi.
"S…Sirabi Moon… from… from Scotland." Sirabi was stunned.
This was Legolas, THE Legolas that ever damn teenage girl in the world longed to meet. And here he was, standing before her, once again pointing an arrow at her heart but Legolas nonetheless. Sirabi, however, was not one of these lovesick teenagers. She could not see what was so special about the Elf Legolas.
"I have not heard of this… Scotland. Friend or foe?" Legolas lowered his bow slightly.
"Friend duh… but if you don't put that bloody arrow away I'll be your enemy in a minute!" Sirabi rolled her eyes.
Legolas dropped the arrow once again and narrowed his keen eyes.
"Come with me, I am sure Lady Galadriel will be curious as to who you are." Legolas grabbed Sirabi's arm and roughly lifted her up, his arrow back in its quiver and his bow in his remaining hand. Sirabi yanked her arm away and scowled.
Legolas scowled back and walked away.
Sirabi considered staying where she was but hey, she was curious. Lothlorien was her favourite place in the books of J.R.R Tolkien so she trotted behind the fast moving Elf, pulling faces behind his back and trying to see what made all the other girls swoon so much.
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Lady Galadriel looked up from her mirror and smiled gently.
"So she has come. Glad am I for this child was so unhappy in her hate filled home. Though I must question the decision to send Legolas out to look for the girl?" Galadriel turned slowly to face a good friend of hers. King Thranduil, ruler of Mirkwood and father of Legolas.
"My dear friend, since Gimli left to go the mines he so dearly missed and Aragorn stayed in Gondor to reign as King, my son has been rather lonely. Though I must question you my Lady," Thranduil looked up somewhat shyly, "why did you not tell Legolas he was searching for a girl?"
"Great things happen with those who know nothing of what they are doing." Galadriel said mysteriously while turning away and walking to the gates of Lothlorien to greet Legolas and his cheery companion, Sirabi.
"Yes, but how long until this girl either kills my son or breaks his heart?" Thranduil bowed his head in thought. Then he nodded his head slowly and went to follow Galadriel.