Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Lord of the Rings. Most unfortunately, Legolas. But I do own Enalphiel.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: What if a she-elf went along on the journey to destroy the One Ring? How would the others react? And will she and Legolas stop hating each other?
A/N: It's my first Lord of the Rings story. It probably sucks. That's okay.Dear Galadriel,
You were right, as usual. My time for adventure has finally come. I have become a part of the Fellowship of the Ring. We will leave in a few days to carry the Ring to Mount Doom. Wish me luck.
I think I will get along with most of the members. Aragorn and Gandalf are both a part of it, so I know I'll get along with those two. The hobbits involved, Frodo Baggins (the one with the Ring), Samwise Gamgee, Merry Brandybuck, and Pippen Took, all seem like enjoyable people and don't seem to be bothered by the fact that I am a woman.
Unfortunately, I cannot say the same for the other three members. First of all, Boromir, son of the king of Gondor, is an absolute prat. Second, I'm traveling with a dwarf. And third is this awful elf. I know what you're thinking. You should be happy that you have an elf with you. Someone of your own kind. But it's not like that. Legolas Greenleaf is an annoying prick-of-an-elf. He is also bothered by the fact that I am, obviously, a girl.
Hope you are well, and I will return safely.
Love, Enalphiel.
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Enalphiel had packed everything she needed. Not that it took very long. She'd only brought two tunics with her in the first place. But she needed to sharpen and polish her knives.
As she entered the weaponry room, she heard voices on the far side of the room. Dwarves…she inwardly groaned.
'I still don't see how it is wise to let a woman come along…' Gimli said, apparently not noticing her entrance. He swats at the mosquito flying around his head, but misses. 'Stupid bugs…'
As he turns he sees Enalphiel trying to sharpen her knives quietly and as fast as she can. He rolls his eyes at her and turns back to his dwarf friends, still complaining.
Enalphiel focused on sharpening the tip of the blade, making it incredibly sharp. After a few minutes of doing this, while trying to ignore the dwarves' stares, she heard a voice behind her.
'You can still back out, you know. You don't have to do this. You could get hurt.' the soft, male voice said.
Legolas.
Inwardly, she seethed. But, she calmly turned around, facing him, and looked him in the eye, as she had done the previous night.
'So could you. But no one is telling you that you should stay behind. Why should it make a difference if I am a she-elf?' she started, her eyes flashing.
Across the room, Gimli interrupted here. 'Because they are weaker. They cannot fight. You will die.'
Enalphiel's eyes narrowed and her face hardened. She raised her head at his words, picked up one of her knives, and threw it.
It flew through the air so fast that Gimli had no time to react and move. The knife was stuck on the wall, less than half an inch from the side of his face. He looked shocked for a second, and then looked at the knife. A smirk breaks out on his face when he realizes that it didn't hit him.
'See? How can you help the Fellowship? You cannot even hit your target!' he said, laughing.
Enalphiel ignored Legolas's amazed look, picked up the rest of her knives and prepared to leave the room. Just as she was going through the door, she paused.
'Yes. I did.'
Under the sharp and deadly tip of Enalphiel's knife, pinned to the wall, was the mosquito.
Outside the door, she looked back and saw Legolas and the dwarves still standing, amazed. She laughed.
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Dearest Enalphiel,
I wish you the best of luck (though I feel it is more suited for those who will come across the rage of Enalphiel) and I do hope you'll be careful.
I have enclosed with this letter some extra tunics, knives, lambas bread, and a new Lorien bow. Use them well.
So you have met Prince Legolas, son of King Thranduil of Mirkwood? Well, that annoying prick-of-an-elf can be a very gentle and sweet elf. Give it time. He will learn to accept you. He is a courageous and cunning warrior. Perhaps you two will teach each other something.
I love you. Good luck!
Love, Galadriel.