Ninaereul twirled her nervously. The long brown tendrils had been mostly put up by the Elven maid who fluttered around her. The few loose strands that remained, "for style" served to ease her growing nerves. The maid, Coeleth, finally stood back after placing a simple silver circlet on Ninaereul's head.

"There," she crooned, "you look like a true princess."

"Oh, I'm hardly a princess," Ninaereul muttered shyly.

"Nonsense! You're marrying Prince Thranduil! That makes you Princess Ninaereul!" Coeleth insisted.

Ninaereul nodded along to appease the elven maiden but she couldn't help the scowl that formed on her face at the mention of Thranduil. The little scumbag was the cause of all of her problems and nerves. She had all intentions to reject the marriage proposal, despite her father's pleas, but the prince had accepted first. And there was simply no way she could reject the prince of Greenwood. She scrunched her eyebrows furiously, trying to understand why in the world Thranduil had accepted. It wasn't as if the two had gotten off on the right foot….

Ninaereul sucked in her breath as she held the bow steady. The fletching of the arrow lightly grazed her cheek as she narrowed her eyes at her target. The deer paused during its meal, as if it felt the presence of the other being. She had to make the kill quickly. She breather out, in again, and was about to release the arrow when-

"What are you doing?" a quiet voice asked from behind.

Ninaereul yelped and her arrow skipped past its target hitting a tree instead. The deer scurried away quickly leaving Ninaereul gaping at where it had stood.

"You have a poor shot." The voice noted with a light tone of amusement.

"A POOR SHOT? YOU ASSHOLE! I AL-" She screamed whirling around and stopping abruptly as she took in the person behind the mysterious voice. His eyes were a deep azure and were framed with thick yet eloquent brows. Straight blonde hair fell to his chest and tiny points peaked out from where his ears were hiding.

"You're an elf" she gaped.

"And you are clearly very observant" he commented returning her gaze. He scoffed lightly before turning around and beginning to walk away.

"Hold on! Where do you think you're going?" Ninaereul asked stomping through the snow after the elf.

He paused and glanced back at her before continuing. The girl was pretty but hardly enough to tempt him. The Elven prince had decided his answer to the proposal when something wet hit the back of his head.

"What the-" he said turning around just in time to dodge a snowball aimed at his face. The girl stared at him triumphantly and trekked the distance between them so they were merely a few feet apart.

"How dare you! Do you know who I am?" He demanded.

"How dare I? No, how dare you. Thanks to your comment I've lost dinner and not to mention good money for that meat." She seethed.

"So? It's not my problem," he retorted.

"It bloody well is your problem! You made me lose focus and I missed my shot!" she shouted.

"You missed your own shot. Perhaps you should work on focusing more." He snapped before turning around and stomping away again.

Ninaereul closed her eyes and counted to 10. At 10 she flung the open and lunged at the elf screaming bloody murder. He dodged easily and she cursed again as she slipped on the snow and began falling forward. Desperately she grabbed at his hand and grinned as she pulled him down with her. She got up first and pulled his hand upwards to her mouth.

"What are you doing?" he asked stunned.

"If you don't pay me for that deer I am going to bite your hand." She replied smiling maniacally.

"Pay you back? Absolutely not!" the Elf said beginning to pull back.

"You asked for it," she said shrugging. She licked her lips before clamping her teeth into his hand. Hard.

"YOU'RE FREAKING CRAZY! LET ME GO" the Elf screamed as he desperately tried to pull his hand from her teeth. She shook her head and stuck out her hand. The Elf kept pulling until finally, he relented. He pulled out a small pouch and placed it into her hand. Ninaereul released her hand and licked away the traces of blood on her mouth before smirking triumphantly at the Elf who gaped at his hand.

"You bloody monster," he muttered.

"Excuse you, I'm more of a delicate flower. Besides, you were being rude first." She scoffed inspecting the amount of money in the pouch.

"You're actually crazy. I can't imagine anyone who would marry someone like you." He said glaring at her and nursing his hand.

"Ha! Well I pity the poor elven maiden who gets stuck with your sorry ass. How could anyone put up with someone so pretentious and conceited!" She returned.

"How dare you speak to me like that? I am Thranduil, prince of Greenwood! You would be lucky to have me as a husband," he said indignantly.

"Yes and I am the queen of Gondor. And I for one would rather die than be your wife. Imagine the torture. Now good day. Sir." She said brushing past him with the pouch jingling at her waist. Ninaereul smirked to herself. She had certainly shown that elf who was boss. And she even got some money off him. Although, now she faced the problem of finding diner. She quickened her pace and hoped to find a stall at the market before closing time.

Thranduil watched as the girl went back to town. A small smirk played on his lips. Go ahead. Think that you have won. But soon I will have my revenge. Thranduil turned and walked the other way. He had decided that he would accept the proposal. Things were getting a little boring anyway.

"Now do you remember what I told you?"

Ninaereul snapped out of her thoughts as Coeleth's voice entered her mind.

"Ahh yes, I think so," Ninaereul said smiling lightly at the maid.

"Well let's hope so." Coeleth muttered. There was a knock at the door and Coeleth turned to go answer it. Ninaereul stared at her reflection in the mirror. She hoped that when the door opened she hoped that a different Thranduil would appear before eyes. That the elf in the woods was just lying to her. But it was in vain as her green eyes locked contact in the mirror with the deep blue eyes. No, she was not that lucky.

Thranduil sauntered over to his bride to be and knelt next to her so their heads were level. She stared nervously at the mirror, refusing to make eye contact with him.

He smiled cruelly and whispered into her ear, "Come, it's time."

AN:

Ahhhh I've done it now! Welp this is my first ever fic so please be gentle! (If you have criticisms please keep them constructive! No bashing!)

I apologize if Thranduil seems OOC but he's such a hard character to write! But he's so fascinating at the same time! Aughhhh. The struggles. Also super sorry if this story upsets you Tolkien purists. If you have a problem with it I suggest you might want to stop reading LOTR/Hobbit fanfiction because it's probably going to make your blood boil regardless. Think of your health! Anyway, to the rest of you, I hope you enjoyed the story and please let me know what you think!

I will warn you now that this is going to be a slow burner romance so please do not expect a hot make out sesh in chapter two.

Also! I do not own anything except our lovely heroine, Ninaereul! This sadly means I do not own Lee Pace's eyebrows of sex. (*sobs*)