A/n: ok so this is my third Legomance fic but only my second Legolas/OC fic so can you guys please be nice and when I do make mistakes, which I will, can you please correct me nicely and not just yell it at me.

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"Stupid leaves," I said aloud, as another of them caught in my hair. I was currently wandering about in some unknown forest, trying to get to Rivendell. I caught my foot on something and fell, hitting my head on the floor. I lay there for a second, moaning at the pain that was shooting through the left hand side of my head, before trying to get up again, only resulting in me falling and smacking my head again but this time, the world turned black.

When I woke, I stretched out my muscles, which were stiff from being in the same position for a while. I could hear swords clanging together, somewhere in the distance and then the deafening sound of Orc's followed soon after. I assumed that a battle was going on and was about to turn my head away from it, but I then had a thought.

Maybe it's Rivendell!

I picked myself up off the floor rather hurriedly and ran towards the sounds. They were quite a way away, so I started running, ignoring the banging at the side of my head. I was getting close, really close to the battle scene, but then I heard a rustle in the bushes near by me and I stopped abruptly, ending up in me falling over again when I unbalanced. I pushed up onto my elbows quickly, trying to be quiet so as not to alert whatever was in the bushes, but still, an elf came crashing through the shrub to my right and before I could even react, he had a dagger to my throat.

"State your business here!" he snarled at me, rather rudely.

"My business is my own," I responded, not feeling fear at all. I had had a knife pointed at me so many times in my old life, that I had grown not to be scared of them. Or anything, except fire. Fire was my biggest fear, my only fear. I did not like the way that it danced about and you never seemed to have any control of it.

"Why are you wandering about in the forests of Mirkwood?" he asked. I had forgotten he was there. I was determined to show him I was not afraid, so I took hold of the dagger he had to my neck and pushed it away gently, holding my hands up after, showing that I meant no harm. I stood up, brushing those (wretched) leaves off me.

"I am heading to Rivendell," I said and started walking away from him. I stopped and turned when I heard him laughing.

"What is so funny?" I asked him, completely confused. He took a deep breath and stopped laughing.

"You are heading in the opposite direction of Rivendell, my lady. It is that way," he sniggered, pointing in the direction away from me. I blushed scarlet.

"Thank you," I replied and started walking the way he way pointing.

"It shall take you a long time to get there," he shouted after me. "It takes about five days and that is when you are on horseback. Are you sure that you will be ok in the woods for that amount of time?"

I turned to face him and I could see that he was not mocking me for he had concern in his eyes. I shrugged (A/n: I don't know if elves can actually shrug, but I am going to assume that for now, they can).

"What choice do I have? I have no other to come with me," I responded. He hesitated for a moment.

"I am supposed to go to live in Rivendell the day after tomorrow. I guess there is no harm in going early," he said and I smiled, glad that I have a companion. "But we must go back to the palace first, so I can collect my belongings, some food and some horses. My name is Legolas, by the way."

"My name is Cellissel," I replied.

We set off and after about five minutes, we came across the field on which the battle must have been held. Dead bodies of Orc's lay everywhere and there were many dead elves. Only a few remained. Every single horse was lying on the ground, either dead, or too injured to get up. I looked over at Legolas with worry and I found him staring at the scene. I put a hand on him arm in comfort and that seemed to bring him out of his trance.

"Many of these elves were my friends," he whispered, not taking his eyes off the scene. The surviving elves stumbles up to us.

"Prince Legolas, what do you want us to do with the dead bodies?" one of them asked.

"Separate them into Orc and Elf," he murmured, but then his face went pale. "And burn them," he finished, his voice quiet. He turned away and headed for the palace rather quickly. I had to almost run to keep up with him.

"Wait here," he said to me. "I shall only be about ten minutes."

He went inside the palace gates and I sat down on a log, glad I had time to myself to think.

Poor Legolas. He must already be worried about going to live in a new place and he had just come back to find most of his friends dead. He must be traumatised.

The mention of the word traumatised, brought many painful memories back to me.

FLASHBACK STARTS:

I was only a young elleth at the time. I lived in Ramasted and it was a beautiful place. Everybody there was friendly...on the outside.

When I got home one night, my father looked very angry. He was pacing up and down in the kitchen, with a face like thunder.

"Father, what is the matter?" I asked gently. This question seemed to angry him even more and he raised his arm and struck me on the face, making me stumble backwards, but not fall. I cupped my left cheek gently.

"I was only asking you if you were ok!" I yelled, regretting it the minute I said it. My father advanced on my then, hitting me over and over. This time I did fall and when I lay on the ground, he proceeded to kick me on my legs and arms.

"Don't you DARE talk back to me!" he spat at me and kicked me one last time.

The next day when I went down the stairs, my father grabbed me and hauled me off to one side.

"I don't regret what I did yesterday. Actually, I liked it. If you tell anyone, I will do it again and again. Besides, you may as well save your breath. Who will believe you over me?" he sniggered and walked away.

After that, I was continuously beaten up by my father, proceeding from kicks and punches to knives being held at my throat. A couple of years later, after I had turned eighteen, I couldn't take any more of it so, I left, in search of Rivendell, the only other elf kingdom I knew of. I heard the next day that my town of Ramasted had been destroyed and everyone had been slain.

FLASHBACK ENDS

That was two weeks ago and I had now eaten through all of the food I had brought. All of the bruises had healed and so had the cuts from the knives, but the scars were still there.

I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was Legolas.

"Im afraid that we will not have any horses, my lady, for those that have survived are too weak to walk," he said to me.

"It's ok," I assured him and he took my hand and pulled me up off the ground.

We started walking in the direction of Rivendell. We made no conversation for a couple of hours, until it got dark.

"I suggest that we set up camp here," he said and he rolled out a mat. I stood there for a moment, unsure of what I should do, as I didn't have a mat. When he noticed this, he passed one to me.

"Thank you," I responded and laid it out opposite his. He began to make a fire in between the two mats and when it was roaring, he started cooking.

"Are you ok, my lady? You seem very quiet," he asked me.

"Please, call me Cellissel and yes, I'm ok," I lied. If he did not believe me, he did not say and turned his head back to the pan. I sat down on my mat and got lost in my thoughts.

I was brought out from my little world when I heard Legolas calling to me.

"Tea is ready," he said and he handed me a little plate with some bacon and sausages on. I thanked them and proceeded to eat them slowly.

When we had both finished, I took his plate and went to find a small hole, filled with water, that I could wash them with. I found one soon and I washed them and then put them down by the fire to dry. I summoned up enough courage to ask Legolas a question that had been on my mind for a while.

"Legolas, why are you going to Rivendell," I asked him quietly, unsure of what his reaction would be like. To my relief, he did not get angry at me. Instead, he just sighed.

"My father, king Thranduil, thinks it would do me good to go a visit other kingdoms," told me. I could see that the matter upset him so I did not push it any further. I sat back on a log and thought about what he had said.

"Why do you go to Rivendell?" he asked me suddenly and I felt my heart skip a beat at the question. I looked up at him.

Should I tell him? Can I trust him? I thought to myself. I could feel tears welling up in my eyes and I had to fight, hard, to keep them from spilling down my face.

"I am not ready to talk about it," I said. He moved and came to sit next to me. He put an arm round my shoulders.

"I shall not push you, but when you are ready to talk, I am here and I will support you," he said to me softly and I let the tears fall down my cheeks as the kind words of this elf. He pulled me closer and hugged my tightly and when we broke apart, he wiped the tears from my face with his thumb. I could feel myself blushing at the contact and I felt a tingling sensation to the back of my mind.

"You must sleep now, Cellissel, for we have a long day ahead of us and many more after that," he said and he kissed my forehead and then put the fire out and lay down on his own mat, pulling a blanket he had brought with him, over his shoulders.

I was glad that he did not see my face turn scarlet after he kissed my forehead and I lay down on my own blanket and closed my eyes.

I found it hard to sleep and kept drifting in and out of slumber. I shivered slightly in the cold air and Legolas stirred. Realising he was awake, I shut my eyes and pretended to be asleep, but this was hard as I was still shivering. I felt something soft and warm being pressed around my shoulders. Legolas had given me his blanket.

"Goodnight, mellon" he whispered and he touched my face lightly before going back to his mat. I could, once again, feel my cheeks flush at the contact and I was glad that I had his blanket to pull up around my face. I could feel that tingling feeling going up my spine again and although I did not understand it, l liked it.

I lay awake for a while afterwards and when I was sure he was asleep, I turned to look at Legolas. I only now realised how handsome he was. He had long blonde hair that fell down his shoulders. I remembered his eyes were the most piercing blue I had ever seen and his skin was flawless. He had keen sight and amazing hearing. He was a most impressive elf.

I turned back over and fell asleep, dreaming of a blonde-haired elf prince.