Disclaimer: I don’t own Legolas or any characters or places made by J.R.R. Tolkien.

AN: This is my first fic. So please feel free in telling me what you think and if you have any ideas or suggestions, don’t hesitate in sharing them with me. And other thing, all this is wouldn’t by any chance had been published if it weren’t for my dear friend Nemesis 27. Thank you girl for so much, you know that this is a great step for me.

Well, I hope you like it! here’s the introduction.

Chapter 1: Default Chapter

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Over time there, has been tales about different types of professions people invented. The most ancient ones are those that in some way still exist in our time. Blacksmiths, carpenters… they all form a crucial part in our history as a humanity. And though those professions are too old to remember when where they invented, there is one, that people see it as taboo topic, the most ancient of all professions.

Since the beginning of time, women have been restricted in many different profession, and for a lone woman, there where no opportunities but to be a maid, or a concubine.

Concubine, prostitute, whore, slut.. There are many awful words to describe those women, but people have never cared to see what lead them to do those things. They only saw them as an instrument for the men full of lust, only seeking pleasure wherever they could find this is the story of a prince, that without seeking love, he found it. This is the story of a girl who lost everything she had and became what she never thought she would be.

This is the love story of a prince, and his princess. Or at least, a princess of heart…

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It could only be heard the hoof steps of his horse. Between the fading darkness of Mirkwood Forest, Arod was nothing more but a mere flash of silver and gold. Gold because of the fair hair of his rider: The proud Prince of the now Eryn Lasgalen.

The final battle was won, and he had lived to see his friends realized their dreams, conquered their fears, and started to live without the darkness and the constant eye watching their every move.

Everything was at peace now. After all the suffering. After all the sorrow, they had won against the Dark Lord. And nothing made the Prince more happy. Except one thing…

With a hasty voice, Legolas Thranduillion urged his horse to a quick pace, for he did not wanted to waste anymore time, without seeing his home and his family.

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Another day, another bed...

That was the motto of Alier, a prostitute… An elven prostitute.

She could not remember well when she had first invented it… but it was not a long time ago. She could still remember when she was first forced to work in this. It had been much more terrifying than the Dark Lord himself. It was a miracle she was not dead. Though she knew that if it weren’t for Isofídien and Mándil, she will most likely be so.

But she had someone else to live for. She had Alennor.

Alennor was the reason for which she did this… He was everything for her, and everything she gat left. All her family, all her life. Her little brother… an innocent that was… he was…

“Stop thinking about that Alier”, she told to herself as she tried to get some sleep. It had been quite some time since she had the chance to sleep without a client, and she will have to be preparing for another day… and another bed…

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Hey guys! I hope you liked the improved version of the intro. I have started to re-write all the chapters to give you A) longer chapters, and B) better writing! So if you think this story is good, or at least that it has a future, wait to see the new version of it.

In other news, I’m again without a beta, but I’m making a kindda new checking process of the story. I will no longer have an official beta, but you all are going to check the story. I have realized that betas really are a good thing, but they change many things in your writing style, so I’ll have it all original for you.

And as you know, flame me, criticize me, do what you have to do to make me a better writer. In the end you all are my betas.

Thanks again! And keep tooned!

Yours truly,

Marcela.