A Legolas/Tauriel friendship drabble because I just watched the Hobbit and Ms. Levett (my counselor) wants me to write about friendship.
She doesn't know that I really wasn't paying attention half the time. I'm probably going to screw up.
You're welcome, Ms. Levett.
Tauriel and Legolas are my favorites.
I own nothing.
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Tauriel found the elf prince's despair to be amusing.
It was all his fault, of course. He was the one to find her shooting apples in the little patch of woods near her house. It was his fault that he thought he had a better shot than her.
It might've been true if he hadn't been so angry.
It was his fault that he made the bet. He was a stupid, jealous bastard (in her mind). Tauriel didn't feel like challenging anyone, but the sneer on the prince's face was enough to get her blood pumping. She asked what his name was, not that she really cared. His name was Legolas.
Legolas. Legolas. Fun to roll around in her head, Tauriel thought.
She let him have the first shot (because she was such a polite lady). Legolas (Legolas, Legolas, Legolas) snatched her bow and quiver and drove an arrow straight into the side of an apple.
Tauriel nearly laughed.
Her arrow went into the core of the apple, pinning it back into the tree trunk. Legolas (Legolas, Legolas Lego- stop that, Tauriel) demanded a rematch. He was a prince, so it was only fair.
Tauriel didn't like fair.
And that was how the prince of the elves wound up sitting on top of Tauriel's favorite hill having daisies braided into his hair. Only one attempt was made at conversation (is a death threat really conversation?).
Legolas (Legolas, Legolas… she had to) did nothing as the small she-elf wove strands of friendship and hate into his head. Tauriel loved every second of it.
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Hope you enjoyed.