So, I got this idea of Fili as an elf. This is what I made out of it. It is just one chapter so there is still more to come:) I know, it's my third fanfic, still working on the others. I hope this one is likeable, just like the others:)

Deep down in Mirkwood, in the Halls of Thranduil, lived a wise king. Thranduil was the old, respectable and wise king of the elves. He was respected by every elf and nobody ever doubted his decisions.

Thranduil had two sons. Legolas and Fili. Legolas was the oldest of the two, making Fili the baby of the family. The two brothers were both the complete opposite of each other.

Legolas was a calm, young man with very good manners. He was, just as his father, respected by their people and thought to be a good king in the future. She-elves fell quickly in love with the young prince, which was not accepted by his younger brother. Legolas wasn't exactly shy, but wasn't loud either. He knew when to keep his mouth shut.

Something Fili didn't know.

Fili was, like I said, the exact opposite of Legolas. He was reckless and carefree. He loved pranking people and that was one of the many reasons why the elves tend to give more liking towards Legolas. Due to all his actions, they thought that he might not have the potential to become a good heir of the throne.

Fili had good manners, yes, but knowing when not to speak up was difficult. He was louder than Legolas and wanted to make sure people knew he was there. And that was the habit Thranduil didn't like. Everybody knew his family as calm and respectable. Fili clearly never took any note of that bit.

And the fact that his brother got all the she-elves was also not acceptable for Fili. He flirted with every single girl that had fallen for Legolas, just to show them he was much more handsome than his brother.

But Fili had a good heart. He helped out his folk whenever they faced trouble, he saved people when he saw they were in danger, he cared much about animals and nature and loved cheering up people.

Thranduil loved both of his sons very much. He was proud of them and always made sure people knew they were his sons, his kins. They were the only family he had left in Mirkwood.

The queen, Thranduil's wife, had passed away a few years ago. She was ill and the illness got too much for her to handle. Both Legolas and Fili were old enough to realize what was going on. That their mother wasn't coming back to them.

It was a very hard time for all of them. Especially for Thranduil, Fili and Legolas of course. They were heartbroken and nothing could cheer them up.

They always say time heals the wounds. That was not entirely true. The family did survive the awful lost, but still every day they could feel the emptiness. That empty seat at the dining table, no one sitting at the pond, empty. It would always feel as if they were an incomplete puzzle.

In the main entrance Thranduil had placed a statue of his wife. In her memory. It would be the first thing their guests would see.

Legolas and Fili always went to the statue, every night. Just to talk to her, to be with her for a moment again. It was never too long, but every moment with her was a moment that was worth it.

Their lives in Mirkwood went on like every other. With usually Fili ending up in trouble and Legolas helping him out of them.

Not far from Mirkwood, was a group on the move. The company of Thorin Oakenshield it was. 12 dwarves, a hobbit and a wizard. A quest to reclaim the Lonely Mountains, Erebor. The home of the dwarves. Gandalf, the wizard, was asked to find the thirteenth member and he had chosen Mr Baggins.

Bilbo Baggins. A hobbit from the Shire. Not used to any adventure. That type that loved sitting back and be comfortable. But well, he got dragged into the adventure and there he was. On top of a pony, feeling sick.

One the dwarves to join Thorin, was his nephew. Kili was a boy to be proud of. Loyal, brave and incredibly loveable. He never just judged people, unlike his stubborn uncle.

At first Kili wasn't allowed to join. Thorin found it too dangerous for the still young and reckless prince. And his sister would kill him if he let Kili get killed by orcs. He wouldn't even survive it himself. Kili was his entire world, one of the most important people in his life. He loved Kili with the whole of his heart and losing him would mean losing himself as well.

But so far so good. Kili hadn't worked himself into trouble and they hadn't come across real danger yet. But they were close to Mirkwood.

Mirkwood. The place of elves. Thorin hated elves. Thranduil had let his people suffer when the dragon attacked Erebor. He didn't do anything to stop it.

But according to Gandalf, it was the shortest road to get to the Lonely Mountains.

'Unless you want to get lost, stay on the path. It is the safest and fastest way as well.' Gandalf said, taking the lead. Thorin was fast with following him and Kili was fast with following Thorin.

'It's time for you to do something for me now.' Legolas was fed up with constantly saving his brother's ass and not getting anything back.

'Sui van?' Fili asked, biting his nails like he's not very interesting. 'Find out what Tauriel thinks of me.' Legolas said, nervous. Fili stopped biting his nails and looked up at his brother. He grinned: 'Getting a bit of a crush on the red haired guard, brother?' 'Posto' Legolas snapped back and punched Fili in the shoulder. Fili stuck out his tongue and rubbed his arm: 'What do you want me to do? Just ask?' 'Don't ask. Anything but that. Just figure it out and I'm happy.' Legolas said. 'Fine, de cherithon.' Fili finally said. Legolas sighed in relief: 'Ci vilui'.

Fili grinned and stood up. He started teasing his brother: 'Oh Tauriel, N'uir thiad gîn 'ell, Ci veleth e-guil nîn! 'Fili! Shut up!' Legolas yelled and Fili sprinted away, Legolas chasing after him.

In the middle of Mirkwood the company was trying to stay on the path. Gandalf was leading them, shining light for them with his wand.

'Stop! Listen.' Nori suddenly said. The company stopped walking and tried to hear what was supposed to be heard. A cracking noise came upon them. 'What's that?' Kili asked, looking around him. Thorin had no time to answer. A giant spider came down and grabbed Kili. He pulled him back up and disappeared. 'KILI!' Thorin yelled. More spiders appeared and grabbed the rest of the company, except for Gandalf.

Gandalf jumped away in time before spiders could grab him. The dwarves and hobbit were pulled up into the trees and Gandalf immediately went after them, not knowing about the help he was about to get.

Translations Elvish:

Sui van: Like what?

Posto: Stop that

de cherithon: I will do it

ci vilui: Thank you

n'ir thiad gin 'ell: Ever is your presence a joy

Ci veleth e-guil nîn: You are the love of my life

Kickoff for another original story by me. I hope the Elvish bit were alright, I'm not so sure about that. If you enjoyed it, please review it for me:) Thanks for taking the time to read it:) xx