Ima make Legolas the hero for once, instead of the victim. It seems like bad stuffs always happenin to him in fics, so I figured I was gonna make him real proud of himself and make him fix a big problem.

Im a little stuck on my other story. Writers block I guess. Its called How I'd hoped you'd be. If you wanna maybe give me an idea so I can hurry up on it that'd be good.

Ok so no romance, or anything like that. Maybe a little bad words. Maybe. Little violence. I'm thinking maybe he'll save the twins on his way to Rivendell, wanna tell me if that's a good idea. I'm really not sure here. I feel like poop right now.

Im thinkin maybe this is a few years before FOTR, well not a few. Legolas is like a young adult. 19 or 20 ish. I don't know how old he is on the fellowship, but ima guess its older that 20 ish by at least a little. Maybe this is during the hobbit? That's why Legolas was never mentioned in it?

I don't know what happened to his mom, but shes not there. I like him not having a mom, I dont know why, I just do. Also, book Legolas. Dark hair. Like in the book. I don't like the idea of blond Legolas. I don't want him to look to much like his dad. And they never tell you eye color, but there are so may fics with blue, so Ima go with green.

Also I have the flu, so im not to concerned with spelling and grammer. Like I said before, I feel like poop. Rewarmed poop. So if I messed up too much don't badger me, the flu sucks a lot. Not a little. A lot.

After the war a new fight began when a feud was started. The king of the woodland realm had blamed the lord of the last homely house for the death of his father. The lord Elrond was said to be the greatest healer in all of middle earth, but he could not save someone who really mattered. He had wasted his time an ordinary soldier while the former king had bleed to death being treated by a second class medic.

Legolas had heard this lecture so many times in his life he could tell recite it back to his father perfectly, every pause, every breath, and every hand movement. He knew the whole thing but he always had to pay attention during his fathers' rant. Every few minutes Thranduil would have Legolas repeat back to him what he had just said, when Legolas got it wrong his father would lecture him about the importance of paying attention to all detail.

When he had been younger Legolas' mother would often come in during these lessons, with a plate of fruits or breads, and would give the prince a break from what always felt like the longest hours of his life.

His mother would sit across from him, next to his father, and talk to them while they all snacked on whatever treats she had brought with her that day. Sometimes she could get Thranduil to end the morning lecture early and come out riding or walking to go exploring with his family.

"Have you even heard what I've been saying to you?" Thranduil scolded bringing Legolas from his pleasant thoughts. The prince shock his head and his father et put a heavy sigh. "How many times must I tell you?"

Legolas shrugged and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I'm sorry father; i did not mean to let my mind wander." He sat up straighter and clasped his hands in his lap, waiting for his father to continue. Instead, the king got up and paced a little before going to look out the window.

"And now he wants a trade agreement." Thranduil muttered leaning on the frame of the window. "How he found out about the food shortage is what I want to know."

Legolas stood and came up besides his father. "Perhaps this is an opportunity we cannot turn down. To make peace with them, we need the supplies, and they are willing to give them." Legolas paused to let his father answer, but when none came he continued. "It would not hurt to find out what they want in return. The summer has been so dry for so many years now; we do not have enough food to last half way through winter. "

His father turned from the window to face him. "I'll send a message to inform the half-elf that Galion and a party of guards will be escorting you to Rivendell in two week." He began to walk out the door, and when he reached it he spoke to Legolas without turning around. "You've made a good argument, and I think it's time you prove yourself. You'll be coming of age soon; you'll need to start being an adult now.

Legolas sat on the stone wall surrounding the training grounds, swinging his legs instead of letting them hang. He was one of the younger elves in Greenwood, so he spent most of his free time around those who were a god deal older than him. One of these people was his closest friend, Kelmarn. He was a master swordsmen and the head trainer for fourth degree warriors. Which Legolas was one of, though not proud of it, his training went much slower than all the other warriors-to-be. He had the skill level of a class two warrior, but the tested him much harder than anyone else.

The training to be qualified to fight was rather complicated, which is how Greenwood fighters got the reputation of being so skill. The newest were called class five; the most skilled were elite, in between were the others. They were numbers one through four, and the lower your number, the more skilled you are.

"He said I need to prove myself, start being an adult." Legolas said to Kelmarn, who was leaning on the wall next to him.

Elbowing him in the side he teased the prince. "Maybe you could start by finally passing you test?" Legolas shoved the trainer while laughing.

"Maybe if I was tested the same way as everyone else." He complained sticking out his tongue; the other elf laughed hard and did the same back to the prince. "I can beat you with a bow, and I eat that blonde elite in a fist fight. I think I should move on." The prince said giving the other a pleading look. "Someone could tell my father I'm more than ready to go to a new class level." He said whispering like it was a big secret.

"And should I tell your father the part about the fight you got into, I was under the impression you wanted to avoid that argument." Kelmarn laughed and nudged the prince in the side pointing to the training ground. "Looks like you're up."

Legolas nodded and ran up to take position in the firing line. Today he was training with the class ones in archery, who ever hit the most targets with a perfect bulls' eye in the shortest amount of time would go to the next round. Last time he had made it to round three.

The first round you went against fifteen others; Legolas won this one with ease, and went on to round two. During which you had to split the arrow of the person who went before you, this one was against ten other people. Legolas made it past this round because he was second to last, and the guy behind him missed the target completely. The next round was against four others.

The next round was where Legolas had messed up the last three times he had competed, you had to fire two arrows at once, and hit both targets right in the center. He always managed to hit one, but never had he gotten both on the target.

He came up to potion and took aim, angling his bow so it was almost flat against his upturned arm; he took a deep breath, trying to slow his racing heart, and released his shot. He waited to hear the crowd's reaction before looking up. When they started to shoot he looked to the targets, both has his green tipped arrows right in the center. He had made it.

During the next round an apple was tied to a tree branch and swung side to side. They would keep going till only two people were left. Then it was the last round and the winner would be congratulated by the king. This happened once a month, and for a year it had been Legolas' goal to get his fathers' pride all to himself.

Legolas was the second to shoot, the guy in front of his cut the apple, but did not pin it to the tree, so he was out. Legolas took aim, he felt his body tense with the bow string, and released the arrow. It went straight and exploded the apple, the arrow landing in the tree, bits of apple skin stuck to it.

Legolas turned his head to the judges; they were leaning into each other talking, the apple was not pinned to the tree, but he had gone right through it. Legolas finally allowed his self to breath after a few minutes when the head judge stood p and signaled that his shot was allowed.

Legolas headed to the end of the line his arrow was removed and a new apple was stung. The apples they were using were made of wax and paints, because of the shortage they did not wish to waste food.

When he had been little they would let the elflings run out and pick up the broken apples to eat, but not anymore. The apples were not eatable, and there were no more elflings in greenwood.

As he waited for his next turn he scanned the crowd with his eyes, looking for the golden haired head of his father. One more person got out by the time it was his turn again, if he made it this round he would be one of the final two. He turned his head and looked one last time for the king before taking aim.

The arrow went straight, and through the apple. The force of the blow broke the string and the arrow, with the apple still on it landed in the tree next to the target tree.

After a few minutes of nervously wringing his hands together the judges cleared his shot and he moved to the back of the line. The next archer to go made the shot, his apple too exploded and was cleared by the judges. The next archer aimed too high and cut the string and missed the goal.

The guy behind Legolas clasped his shoulder and shook him. "We did it!" He said excitedly. Legolas turned and grabbed his hand; they hugged each other and slapped each other's backs as the judges announced the next round. The challenge was always different and both competitors waited eagerly to hear what it was.

"The two champions with take aim at the same time, and the one to hit to target, in dead center, first wins. If the second arrow knocks the first out of the target, they will shoot again. They can us as may arrows as they need to knock the other out, but they can't refill the quivers, only us u what they have left. "The head judge sat back down as a smaller target was brought to the field and put farther away than any of the others had been.

"Good luck." Legolas said patting the other guys shoulder while they moved out to take position.

"You too kid." The warrior said back. "Right or left side?" He asked when they had reached the starting line. Legolas shock his head and the other elf moved to sand at his left side. "I'm taking left then."

The other elf had gotten the shot first, but Legolas was able to knock it out with his shot. They did this back and forth till the warrior had one arrow and Legolas had two. The warrior fired his last shot, getting it right in the center, and Legolas fired his second to last.

It landed a few inches off, so he too aims again with his last shot. He could hear the crowd and him opponent cheering, and looked around for his father one last time and let go of his arrow. It split the other warriors' arrow, he lost.

He grabbed the other guy shoulder and cheered for him. "You won!" He said with a big grin. The other guy lifted him in the air and wrapped his arms around Legolas laughing and screaming when he did this.

He set the prince down and went running at his wife in the crowd; they would get to go meet the king, he would receive a medal of honor and Legolas was happy for him, even if he was disappointed about losing.

As he turned to head back to Kelmarn, he saw his father looking straight at him. He did not look proud; he looked angry, very angry.

Maybe you wanna review, cheer me up so i dont die of misery from this flu? Give me a reason to want to wake up tomorrow. I'll try to work on the other too, im just stuck.