(Author's Note, you can skip it if you want)

Okay, so this was my first Fanfiction story. I have decided to go back and edit it now that I have more ME knowledge and grammatical knowledge in general. It's still not perfect, but I will try to make it a whole lot better than it was the first time. Please leave helpful reviews.

In the forest of Mirkwood, the forest trees were lightly swaying in the cool air, the sun just rising over the horizon. A figure stepped into a patch of light, filtering through the dense coverage of the tree leaves. This person walked swiftly across the forest floor making no sound as his boots tread the soft soil of the earth. This figure was an elf.

The elf stopped his quick pace and relaxed into an easy slow step. He walked to the base of a tree and leaned against it. His cloak bore the crest of the royal family of Mirkwood, this was the prince of the woodland realm, and this elf was Legolas.

Legolas circled the tree a few times and then, with speed and grace, he leapt up onto one of the lower branches and scaled the tree very quickly. When Legolas got to the top of the tree, he sighed and sat against the tree trunk, thinking.

Somewhere close by, Legolas heard a babbling stream, and so he leapt down from the tree, landing on the tips of his toes and finger tips. Legolas walked soundlessly towards the stream, his cloak billowing in the morning breeze. He closed his eyes, taking in the nature around him. Suddenly, he broke into a run, laughing out loud as he bounded over fallen trees and along the path to the river, his golden hair flying as the wind whipped past his face.

When Legolas made it to the stream, he crouched low, taking in the beautiful sound of rushing water, then he leaned down and cupped some of the clear water in his careful hands, and took a drink. Legolas closed his eyes and savored the sweet clear taste of fresh river water, crisp and clean.

Suddenly, somewhere close, a sound of someone- or something snapping a branch. Legolas' fingers automatically closed around his wooden long bow, standing quickly, with an arrow already notched, just waiting to find a target.

"Tis' only me, mellon nîn." Aragorn said, stepping out from some bushes. Legolas relaxed his positing and returned the arrow to his quiver.

"Mae govannen, Aragorn!" Legolas replied, he put his bow away, and walked over to Aragorn, smiling. "What brings you to my home?".

Aragorn smiled at Legolas and shrugged. "I was in the area and I decided to pay you a visit. It has been too long, Legolas." Aragorn strode over to a log at the river's edge and sat down. Legolas followed Aragorn and sat beside his friend and raised his eyebrows in confusion.

"It has been but two years" Legolas said "That is not long."

"Aye, not to you, my elven friend, but to a human- and a mortal- two years is far too long." Aragorn said. Legolas nodded, remembering that time was valued highly among mortals, for they had little of it. He remembered that he too should be valuing his limited time with his friend, Aragorn, since one day he would not be able to.

"Well then," Legolas said "Would you like to join me on a hunting trip?" Aragorn looked around, and answered

"I'd love to." Aragorn replied, "When do you plan on leaving?" Legolas stood up and began walking back to his palace within the cave.

"I have been planning this trip for a while. If you accompany me back to the palace, we can leave in three days." Legolas said.

Aragorn nodded in agreement and accompanied Legolas back to the palace.

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The next three days were spent packing supplies and planning out their trip. They would hunt in the wild parts of Mirkwood, so close to the boarders that not many civilizations could lay claim to it.

When the day came to hunt, they were ready. Legolas went to the stables and found his horse all ready for his hunting trip, as he had packed his saddle bags already. Soon, Legolas was riding at a slow trot outside the stables.

"Ready?" Aragorn asked, Legolas observed that Aragorn had mounted his own ride, a trustworthy looking brown horse, as opposed to Legolas' white elvish steed.

"Aye" Legolas nodded, "Let us hunt". The two friends rode off to the wild forest outside of Mirkwood's boarders.

With this edit, hopefully these author's notes in this beginning chapter will be the only ones you encounter. I'm going to try to take out all the A/Ns.