There were eight of us.

Eight brothers.

Eight friends.

We kept each other company on cold, unforgiving nights.

We shared many memories.

Laughed over many things.

I was the youngest and there was seven hundred years between us.

We were all of different ages, except for the twins.

We were the brothers Greenleaf.

Princes of Mirkwood.

          Of how our story begins, I know nothing.  Even my brothers were too young to remember this part, but I shall piece together my mother and father's memories as best I can.

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A/N: This is done from Legolas's point of view.  I hope you like it. Review and tell me what you think.  Would you like to see more?