Hi!

Right I'm not gonna be a bore, so this is obviously Legomance, and if you have any questions, just ask.

Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood, son of Thranduil was out by the river, shooting arrows at individual trees. His anger fueled his aim and shots. His father was always pressuring him with his studying to be the new king of Mirkwood.

Thranduil was very protective, and a good father to Legolas, but he didn't always let Legolas be who he wanted to be. In his anger, he didn't notice the rustle and shrieks of oncoming danger. Too late did he realize the orcs that crept up behind him.

Then he was introduced to his first battle alone. Neither did he notice the orc archer behind him, until pain erupted in his left shoulder; he felt the warm blood trickle down his back as he arched his back slightly due to the pain of the arrow that was now lodged in his flesh.

His movements became slower, he still didn't let the weapons pierce him, but many of the weapons still cut his flesh luckily shallow.

Legolas knew that soon he would be overpowered, soon he would face a harsh end.

But he wasn't killed straight away, they realized he should suffer.

The great river ran behind Legolas, and there was also a 30ft drop into the river.

All it took was the orcs to push the elf backwards before he was drowning in the cold harsh gorge.

He was beginning to struggle keeping his head above water as the orcs shot arrows at him.

The last thing he heard was someone shouting his name, but the voice wasn't familiar.

Tarathel watched as the Prince of Mirkwood fell into the gorge, the arrow still lodged in his shoulder. She raced towards the edge of the gorge, dodging many arrows. Her keen, elf eyes scanned the water for any sign of the Prince. Tarathel found his body struggling against the harsh water.

"Hold on! Legolas!" she shrieked as his head fell into the water, unconscious.

Without a second thought, Tarathel dived in, not caring about the arrow that had cut the small of her back.

Soon, she was met with the water.

As she dived down, she searched for Legolas, but soon red clouded her vision, she still pressed on. After at least a minute she found him. Tarathel desperately grasped the prince pulling him above the water, no matter how hard it was due to her back wound.

As they were taken down river, she managed to find the low shore. She hauled Legolas out of the cold water. His skin was pale and his lips were blue from the cold.

Tarathel was too weak to haul herself fully out of the water, so she lay, her head resting on the shore.


Legolas awoke, expecting to be greeted by the valar, but no, be was greeted by the rush of water and the pain in his shoulder. The recent events soon came back to him. Someone had saved him from the river and the orcs, but who?

As he lifted his head, he spotted his savior. An Elleth. Her unconscious form was pale and cold to touch.

The elleth had black hair that strayed into a pearly white at the ends, she wore a green and black tunic along with black leggings, her boots were black and she had an arrow wound on her back.

Legolas also realized that she had draped her dark green cloak around his body. She had also tied a bit of cloth on his shoulder wound.

Soon, the elf opened her eyes, revealing green orbs that were flecked with a piercing yellow.

All Legolas could think was how beautiful the elleth that had saved him was...

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