1. Chapter 1
No. I believe that beginning is already taken, yet it is how the story begins, regardless.
First, let me introduce myself. I was once called Legolas Thranduilion. It is the name I still prefer, though there are few that remember it. I am an elf. Please, do not laugh, creatures such as us do exist. In fact, we were the Firstborn to this planet.
Those of us that survived the Second Breaking of the World awoke to discover that much had changed. We emerged from our long silence to find the lush vegetation and greenery of our planet, which had been called Middle-earth, reduced to a harsh desert wasteland. Anor’s twin had risen and together the two suns scorched the earth by day. Yet, at night they left no traces upon the land of their warmth, abandoning us to a cold that settled so deep in our bones that we longed for the searing heat to return.
The planet we had called Middle-earth no longer existed. Gone were the trees and rivers of my youth. Gone even was the enduring stone of Minas Tirith and the glittering caves of Aglarond. All had passed away, leaving behind parched earth and desert sands that only the Haradrim could delight in, and known only by a name they could have given it: Tatooine.
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