A/N: As I said in the summary, this is a Legomance… but it's not like the others.

I realized the other day that all the women in those Mary-sueish tales are perfect; not meaning perfect in 'everyone loves me' or 'I grew up learning archery!" Most of Legolas' 'women' are let's say… weaklings. The ones who know how to use a sword always seem to fall immediately in love with Lotr's 'famous' archer- I use that term very lightly- and oh whenever they're in danger, who do they call? I believe I don't have to say his name.

Not that I don't hate Mary-Sues but have you honestly ever seen an ugly Mary-sue out there? Have you? Or maybe one who has a difficulty like being blind or deaf or let's say dumb? I send my apologies for using that term but I'm not talking about one without intelligence but rather… one without speech.

Now wouldn't that be so interesting to see? How about a Mary-sue who wouldn't be so willing to jump into bed with said archer- because honestly, the real Legolas would never do that…. I believe Legolas must be written respectably instead of being treated like some kind of a man-ho. Let's not have Sir Tolkien tossing in his grave… Anyone else with me?

Anyways, here it is! A sex-free, unwussy Legomance, and a response to all those weak Legomances out there….

Prologue: Poison

She was dying and it was all his fault.

"You'll be alright, I promise." Legolas uttered blankly as he gazed down into her bright blue eyes that were gradually fading to an ugly gray. "I'll take you with me and you'll finally have what you always dreamed of: a home."

All lies.

He wasn't a healer but it wasn't very hard to figure out that the arrow embedded deep in her breast was deadly. Sticky ebony blood poured out from the small wound, oozing with the green poison that was the cause of all her pain and misery.

It was all his fault.

His eyes shimmered as he gently rocked her in his arms. "Why did you have to do that, nenu-nîn?" The elf closed his eyes to stop the tears from escaping. "That arrow was meant for me!"

She was silent in his arms… but she always was silent.

Weak though she was, she slowly raised one of hands and placed it comfortingly along his cheek, wiping one of his tears dry as she quietly urged his eyes open.

He couldn't look at her.

"There's still time." He whispered determinedly as he glanced up at the dark, cloud filled sky. "I can carry you with me back to Mirkwood-"

She silenced him with a soft kiss and as she drew away, she mouthed one word: "Go."

The elf stubbornly shook his head. "No."

The woman winced and her eyes filled with sadness. There's still hope for you… but not for me… They seemed to say.

"I can't leave you here! Those men are drawing closer… I'm not going to give you back to them just like that! No. Not after all you've done for me."

It was his fault… ever since the first moment he met her.

End Notes:

The next chapter is already written… I just need to finish the aggravating task of typing it up. Expect it tomorrow! And feel free to leave a review; reviewers get free virtual ice cream becoz it's that time of year again. :P