Gee, so many lovely reviews. Just a few notes for some of you:

Kelli- Thank you for the nice review! I feel so special!

Canon Police- Bite me.

Nimbrethil T.- Wow. You like to complain. First- this is supposed to be fiction and not exactly like the book. Next- Most of the stories on here do not follow things that happened in the books. All I am using are the characters, NOT THE PLOT. The only thing I really had a problem with was your remark about how the Fellowship would never allow a WOMAN to travel with them, which I found REALLY sexist (Seriously people, go read the review! Most of it is pretty entertaining, but the last line basically screams sexist).

Disclaimer: I only own chocolate. That's it. Soon I won't own it any more 'cause I'm about to eat it!!!!!!!!!!

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Chapter 2: Caught in the Act

…she did not hesitate as she knelt down and held the poisoned knife at his throat. But a thought stopped her. She knew that nothing was supposed to stop an assassin, but the group she was traveling with relied so much on Aragorn son of Arathorn. Nevi needed to stop delaying. She had to do it. Her employer had hired her to kill Strider, and even if Strider was a future king, she could not refuse an assignment.

Suddenly, someone seized her arms and pinned them behind her. In that moment of confusion, Nevi made the worst mistake any assassin could: she dropped her knife. The elven huntress kicked her leg up over her head, knocking her attacker in the chest. She heard him groan, and as soon as the grip on her arms lessened, Nevi wrenched herself free and spun around to see her enemy. It was Legolas, and he was reaching for his arrows. Eyes blazing with anger, Nevaraniel quickly retrieved her fallen blade. The two elves stood facing each other, silently waiting for a moment to attack.

"What the hell were you doing?" hissed Legolas. When she did not immediately respond and only gave him a defiant look, the prince sighed and whispered, "Lets go into the forest where we won't wake anyone up." Nevi glanced at the sleeping bunch and reluctantly nodded.

About a quarter of a mile in, Legolas stopped. Nevi came up next to him a moment later.

"What the hell were you doing?" demanded Legolas.

"I was baking you a cake," Nevi replied sarcastically, "I think it was obvious. I was about to kill Aragorn. And by the way- if you are bringing me out here to kill me for what I was about to do, I guarantee you will end up with at the very least a broken jawbone and a few cracked ribs."

Legolas set his bow down on the ground. "I did not come out here to murder you," he said, "But why were you going to kill Aragorn?"

Nevi set her knife on the ground

"I was going to kill him because that is what I do. I thought you understood that I am an assassin."

"But why Aragorn? We hired you to kill Saruman!"

"Because I was hired to by someone else, you idiot!" Nevi shouted, "I didn't even know that Aragorn was Strider. He told me 'I need you to kill Strider. This is very important. It will be worth a half million, more if you do it this month.' I just accepted it like any other assignment. I'm sorry it affects all of you, okay?"

Legolas sat down beside her, "Do you really need money or something? Who hired you?"

"Some guy named Wormtongue. Until you stopped me- you musn't have had any of the water I put the herbs in- I was just going to kill the Ranger and go find Saruman myself," suddenly Nevi's depressed mood lightned, and she laughed, "You think I'm poor, don't you? Well guess what? I am freakin' RICH! I get damn good money for being one of the most skilled assassins in middle earth."

"The Fellowship would probably think I should kill you now, but if you won't run away and if tomorrow you will tell everyone what you to tried to, I won't," Legolas said.

Nevi stood up and laughed, the fire in her eyes once more, "What would keep me from escaping? Would you tie me up like some prisoner?"

"Well, yes," Legolas replied evenly.

"Like hell you will!" Nevaraniel spat, reaching for the dagger on her back. Her fingers closed on the handle of the dagger, but Legolas reached his bow first, and stood, ready to shoot. There was no way she would be able to draw her knife without him shooting her first. Nevi hated giving up, but she couldn't attack the elven prince when he was already prepared to shoot. She dropped her hand from her back. "Let's just go back. I promise I won't run off- you well know how well that Ranger could track me."

"All right," Legolas replied, "But I'll be watching you."

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It was late in the morning, and Nevi groggily awoke. She felt somewhat disoriented, then she looked down and saw that her hands were tied. "LEGOLAS!!! GET YOUR ROYAL ELVISH BUTT OVER HERE!!!" Nevi yelled. He walked over, and began to reach for the ropes on Nevi's wrists.

"I see you're awake. I'll untie you, chill out," he said, laughing. Before he could touch the ropes, the elven assassin pulled her hands free from the ropes. "What?" Nevaraniel asked the astonished elf, "You thought I can't untie a knot? I just called you over here to tell you what a double crossing JERK you are!"

"Hey!" Legolas countered, "You are the double crossing one!" The other members of the fellowship glanced over at the argument. "I think that Nevaraniel has something she'd like to tell us!" Legolas said smugly. Nevaraniel glared at him.

So what did you think? No flames please, all I do with those is use 'em to toast marshmallows. I need a good name for a character in an upcoming chapter, so if you want to you can submit an elvish name. It will probably show up in chapter 5 or 6.