Hey, it's Mallowbloom. So I read this story to my crazy Hobbit friends (yes, that's what they're called) and they suggested I post it online, so here I am. This is my first Hobbit fanfic so please, no flames. I have seen all the movies (that are out) and am in the middle of reading the Hobbit, so if you notice any mistakes please tell me. I appreciate advice- Mallow
Disclaimer: I do not own the Hobbit or The Lord Of The Rings, all credits go to the fabulous J.R.R Tolkien.
Legolas has grow very fond of you, do not give him hope where there is none. The words echoed in Tauriel's sharp, pointed ears. Don't give him hope where there is none? Does that mean Thranduil disapproves of Legolas's affections for me? Does he not want me to return my affections for him, back? Tauriel sighed, she needed to get sleep. Tomorrow she would be training the army with sword practice and the prince would be over-seeing it. She couldn't let herself be distracted by him.
Little did she know what Thranduil was up to, the plan he was scheming. He didn't care what anyone said, Legolas was still his son and Thranduil was still going to have a part in his son's destiny. The first part of taking control of his son's destiny was getting him to despise her, then he could kick her out of Mirkwood with no suspicion, and he knew just how to do it... Naturally, I could tell you his plans, but Thranduil is a puzzle and his plans are too complicated to explain.
However, Legolas was having his own confusing thoughts about the situation he had somehow got caught in. Do I like Tauriel? She seems like a very nice, sweet, beautiful- Legolas shook his head. What am I saying? She's nice, but I am the prince of Mirkwood, I cannot let my feelings get in the way of my duties...or at least, that's what father says. She is cute though. Shaking his head once more, setting up his love-prove barriers, he continued along the old forest road, towards river running for archery practice.
"Chances are, when you are in battle, your bow and arrows will be available to use." Tauriel turned to face Thranduil's elven warriors. "However, if for whatever reason they become unavailable, you must be prepared. That is where these come in," she rapidly took her two daggers out of their sheaths, causing most of the elves in the front row to flinch at the movement.
"Today, you will learn how to use your two spare daggers in case such an occasion arises," Tauriel announced, trying not to look at the prince, standing at the end of the first row. Taking a deep breath, she beckoned him to come up beside her and they began sparring. Of course Tauriel was good at fighting, she wouldn't be in charge of the guards if she wasn't. However, the prince was always better, they're sparring matches could go on for hours. Though both Tauriel and Legolas knew they didn't have that time, so he went easy on her and within minutes she had a dagger on his throat.
"And that's how it's done," she informed them, putting the daggers back in their sheaths. "You may begin."
For the rest of training, Tauriel and Legolas watched the troupes sparring. Sometimes helping, other times just observing, but always keeping their distance from each other, like some unspoken agreement.
All the while, Thranduil, acting more mysterious then ever, was in his throne room, putting the final touches on his plan. He had everything worked out, and Legolas observing training was just the first step. He'd teach Tauriel to mess with his son's destiny, he'd teach them all what happens when they mess with Thranduil, king of Mirkwood!
That's the first chapter. Keep in mind that I'm in the middle of reading the books, so if you see any mistakes, please tell me in a nice way. Sorry this chapter is a bit dull, but it gets better. Until next time- Mallow