Mayu
Ghost Of Who I Was
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Eden Wolf had been sticking out like a sore thumb all of her life, she was human that lived in the kingdom of Elves. Elrond allowed her to live with him, since her parents died to help protect his kingdom. She was about four when this all happened, she was a beautiful woman even for a human. She knew the language of man of course, but she also could speak Elvish very fluently. She had a lot of help from some people who gave her a helping hand.
Now at the ripe age of nineteen she had grown to respect there ways, to understand there culture and to know the culture of man as well. She was raised around the war with the fellow ship. She knew of who was all joining them, but she had a friend on that journey she prayed would come back. Legolas meant the world to her, but being what she was she would never tell him, least she did not know. She had learned how to use a sword, since a sword was made for her when she turned sixteen.
It was made with a special metal it was sharp as hell, and most importantly very light for her. Then last year she got a bow from Legolas since she was born on a holiday. It meant nothing to her, what meant everything to her was the bow. She could use it very well and use it to its full potential. But lately something ill had been in the air, she was practicing using her bow when something came to her. She had been taught how to listen to certain things.
When she opened up her grey eyes she pulled her shoulder blade length black hair into a pony tail. She silently sighed as she lined up a shot about a hundred feet ahead of her, pulling the string on the bow as she let it go. And watched the arrow sore through the air getting the target. Grinning at herself, she heard someone coming. And put her bow down unsure who it could be, by the sound it was a light male and smiled thinking she knew who it was.
Now at the ripe age of nineteen she had grown to respect there ways, to understand there culture and to know the culture of man as well. She was raised around the war with the fellow ship. She knew of who was all joining them, but she had a friend on that journey she prayed would come back. Legolas meant the world to her, but being what she was she would never tell him, least she did not know. She had learned how to use a sword, since a sword was made for her when she turned sixteen.
It was made with a special metal it was sharp as hell, and most importantly very light for her. Then last year she got a bow from Legolas since she was born on a holiday. It meant nothing to her, what meant everything to her was the bow. She could use it very well and use it to its full potential. But lately something ill had been in the air, she was practicing using her bow when something came to her. She had been taught how to listen to certain things.
When she opened up her grey eyes she pulled her shoulder blade length black hair into a pony tail. She silently sighed as she lined up a shot about a hundred feet ahead of her, pulling the string on the bow as she let it go. And watched the arrow sore through the air getting the target. Grinning at herself, she heard someone coming. And put her bow down unsure who it could be, by the sound it was a light male and smiled thinking she knew who it was.