Hello, everybody! Well, this is another brand new realm for me in Fanfiction. My sister and I just finished watching the entire LOTR and The Hobbit trilogies and we loved them so much, though we both like LOTR better! I guess it's obvious from the title picture who is one of my favorite characters!

Watching LOTR, I thought Legolas was so adorable in that kiddish way of his. In The Hobbit, I saw the much darker side of him. Honestly, if I had not known him in LOTR first, he would've really creeped me out in The Hobbit, no joke! But I'm glad I got see the other side of him that could be, so that now I can know my favorite character with his charms, and his flaws. I'm just so glad he changed!

I have not read the books, and I will have to do a ton of research to make this accurate! BUT, it is fiction too, so I can change up some things. I do not own LOTR, or The Hobbit or any of the original characters.

So, I decided to make this fic a series of one-shots of Legolas, and his sister, Alasse, their family, and their lives. Alasse is Elvish for Felicity which means happiness. Though they are immortal, Alasse is a great deal younger than Legolas. I thought it would be a cute idea. Hope you all like it! PLEASE bear with me as I do my research on this topic which is a whole new world to me! Elvish language will be in italics.

These will be mostly based from the movies, but mostly snippets of in between the films when they're just living their lives. Yes, Tauriel will be in here, but she and Legolas will not end up together. And I want to explore the family relationship-the good, the bad, and the ugly-between Legolas, Alasse, and their Thranduil, their father.

Actress Lucy Boynton is who I picture as Alasse, with the hair color that she had in BBC's Sense and Sensibility when she played Margaret Dashwood.

Please leave reviews! I would appreciate it!


The late morning sun peeled through the trees as the Elvin prince quietly strolled through the forest that was his home for as long as he could remember. He halted in his tracks and stood absolutely still, on the alert. His keen ears picked up on another presence nearby, behind him stepping up the trail. However, he did not raise and aim his bow. Rather, he rolled his shoulders casually as the visitor approached him.

"Im know cin're ennas, dilthen sister. I know you're there, little sister. You stalk as quietly as a trotting elk." Legolas teased with a smirk.

"Ohh!" Alasse stomped her feet as she came into view. "It's not fair. I can never fool you! I'll never get it right."

"At this rate, you won't." Legolas rubbed it in.

"Oh, thank you." Alasse frowned at him.

"There is no need to step so hard." Legolas explained to his sister who was at least two heads shorter than him. "You do not want the enemy to pick up on your presence, until he realizes that you have him at..."

"The utmost disadvantage." Alasse finished with a heavy sigh. She'd heard it a hundred times before. Archery she hadn't had such a difficult time picking up on. And sword and knife fighting she'd quickly mastered, at least enough to keep herself out of trouble, though nowhere near as swift and flawless as her brother could wield yet. But stalking seemed to be her weak spot. No matter how hard she tried, no matter how much vigorously she put effort into it, her lessons in stealth seemed to never win out. Legolas had told her over and over that she needed to let her feet glide, let the air do the work for her. As elves, they were gifted with incredible agility and stamina that many in the world of men strived daily for. But to perfect it still required practice.

"I've been practicing this for how many hundreds of years?" Alasse huffed. "If I cannot master it in the next two hundred, I shall have to abandon the skill of stealth altogether, and remain in the palace like a fine portrait as Adar desires me to." She remarked sarcastically, with a dramatic wave of the hand.

Legolas grinned in amusement. "Do not give up so easily, dear sister." He patted her shoulder. "Tis the most worthwhile things in this life that must be strived for, with toil and longsuffering."

"Long suffering is right." Alasse nodded. "Tauriel can fight as good as you! And she doesn't even have to blink an eye or think twice about which course to take. She just does it!"

"Aye, she does." Legolas murmured wistfully with a smile.

"I always told myself that someday, I'm going to be as good as you are, at everything! But getting there is much more vexing than I ever thought possible!" Alasse cocked her head.

"Trying to measure up to another's identity is quite demeaning to one's soul." Legolas remarked dismally, as if more to himself than to her. He gazed off into the distant plains beyond the woods.

"That is the first thing you've said today that has any real meaning!" Alasse teased. Legolas shook his head.

"All right then. Let's be off again." He told her as they ventured deeper into the wood.


"Do you think we might stroll down by the river?" She asked hopefully.

"You like it there, don't you?" Legolas replied.

"But of course. It's so pretty there, and tranquil." Alasse nodded. "It takes my mind to far off places, where different manners of beings make little worlds of their own. Each with its own purpose, that will serve the greater good. If only I could do that someday myself."

"You are certainly fascinated by the great tales of old, aren't you?" Legolas quipped.

"Well, aren't you?"

"Perhaps." Legolas shrugged. He decided they would go to the river. "Keep a sharp ear." He warned her firmly. The river was out in the open, which left them quite obvious to the view of intruders seeking to slither into their kingdom. Legolas knew that she could hold her own in a good fight. But she wasn't nearly as seasoned a warrior as Tauriel or himself, and he always wanted to be sure that she was safe. His father the Elvin King Thranduil had charged him to protect her, though there was no need for that. Legolas had taken it upon himself to personally look after her ever since he'd first laid eyes on her as infant. He was her faithful bodyguard.

Alasse glanced up at him with her bluish green elf eyes. "Meld big gwanur (dear big brother)." She smiled warmly. "Always looking out for me, aren't you?"

Legolas faced her, determination etched fiercely on his handsome countenance. "Yes." He said quietly. "I will always watch over you. Im will always tir- nia cin." No harm would come to his little sister as long as he was there to protect her!


Phew! So, what did you think? Hope you liked it!