Authors note: Weird idea, I'm not sure what I'm doing, so suggestions will be appreciated. It is a crossover with the Labyrinth, but is set before the Labyrinth and after the war of the ring. Not a romance coz I suck at them and Legolas is in it because he is the elf I am the most familiar with. In my story the fae have wings, there is a reason why Jareth doesn't and if you haven't watched the Labyrinth then e-mail me and I will explain.
The Fae
The hunting party trudged through the forest, even their elven feet could not help but sink into the deep mud. Legolas wondered why he came on this trek, it seemed that nothing could quench his thirst for excitement that he acquired during the journey of the ring. The hunt had been ultimately pointless, nothing had been found and now they had the equalling pointless journey home.
The elves kept to their own thoughts as they silently moved through the darkened forest, but they were simultaneously snatched from the thoughts as they heard a noise.
The elves looked to Legolas as he seemed to become their newly appointed leader since the war. He merely nodded in encouragement, amused at their actions toward him.
They silently moved towards the noise hopeful that they will at least catch something, but to their surprise it was not what they expected.
The thing helplessly lying on the forest floor was no animal, but an injured human, who they could sense was near death. They again looked to Legolas in bewilderment, they wanted him to sort out what to do with it. He sighed and took a step forward.
He guessed it was a girl from the length of the long ebony tangles, half covering her face and she was tightly wrapped in a tatty old cloak, that she clutched in her sleep. He moved closer and he could hear her heavily laboured breaths, she probably had a ruptured lung, he estimated. She won't live for long.
He lifted her head from the ground and pushed away her hair, trying to get her to wake up. Her face was horribly bruised and scarred, so much so that Legolas didn't think she would be able to open her eyes even if she was awake.
Sympathy seemed to be lost on the other elves as they gasped in disgust.
"How damaged is it Legolas?" one of them crudely asked.
"If she's to survive, we will have to move quickly." He replied blankly.
A few elves grumbled at this, they didn't like the idea of having to carry a 'filthy human' back home.
"Maybe we should just put it out of it's misery." Another one called, refusing to call her anything, but 'it'.
Legolas looked back at her regretfully, then nodded. She probably wouldn't survive anyway.
An elf moved forward drawing his sword, the swift elfish blade would cut through her throat quicker then any other blade. Legolas put her head down, making her hair shift further from her face and he saw something that made him stop.
"What is it Legolas." They asked when they saw he wasn't moving from the girl.
He moved out the way, tucking her hair behind her pointed ear. They saw this and gasped.
"She's an elf." Someone said, finally acknowledging that she wasn't an 'it'.
Legolas grimaced at their change in attitude, but then realised that he did the same. He would allow a human girl to be killed, but not an elf.
There was silence after that, as the hunting party shamefully carried the girl that they had almost killed.