Summary: When an elf joins the company on their quest everything changes, can the trust her? Legolas falls head over heels for her, but her fear of men holds her back, can Aragorn cure her? I'm not sure what a 'legomance' is or an 'OC' so I'm not going to say it's any of those :S just that it's rated for the rest of the chapters I want to make. Please read, n, review, all comments are welcome and much appreciated! (I'm rubbish at summaries as you've guessed).

Warnings: Spoilers for fellowship of the ring and two towers

Couplings: Legolas/ Nenmîr

Disclaimer: I do NOT own any of the LOTR characters, places etc. I'm just playing with them, if i did own them I'd be filthy rich. This is my second fanfic so I'm still learning!

A/N: If this fiction works out then I am going to try and post two chapters at a time

One elf

Chapter 1: After the storm

Aragorn walked up to The Lady Galadriel's chambers. He'd been in Lorien for two days and had been surprised at the lady's request for his visit.

All of them had been much aggrieved by Gandalf's death and were still mourning, Aragorn could still picture that horrible moment at the bridge of kazad dum where Gandalf had been hanging at the edge. He still couldn't stop thinking if he'd been quick enough to grab Gandalf's hand and pull him to safety while he could- Gandalf may still be alive. He'd had to lead the sorrowful company on to Lorien where they'd taken refuge and mourned for their loss. Second from Aragorn, it had affected Legolas the most, he now wandered among the trees, silent sadness rippling through his fair elven face-though he didn't know it-Aragorn had seen him. The elf was hurting inside, having not experienced much death in his long lifetime.

Frodo also was suffering badly, now with Gandalf's death on top of the weight of the ring- it was eating him, and Frodo was constantly tired and staring into space. Sam tried his best to look after him but he too was gripped with sadness at the loss.

The others were suffering too, though Gimli tried his best not to show it, it seeped through. Boromir had been depressed since he'd got here. And though Merry and Pippin gave their warm hearted jokes and dances, night brought sadness and awful memories of that night.

Aragorn himself was feeling like someone had speared his heart, twisted it round, pulled it out then stood on it and put it back again. He was beyond sad and depressed, though he tried to be brave for everyone else he was slowly failing. His mind kept wandering to that moment in Moria where he'd watched his closest companion sliding down the edge, to his death. Gone.

Aragorn snapped back to reality as he reached the end of the beautifully lit tunnel and at the beginning of an ivy entrance. Before he could try and work out a way to knock, Galadriel drew back the curtains and stepped outside. "I'm glad you've come, I have an important question for you" she said, her voice floated like silk through the morning air. They walked halfway down the tunnel then sat on a bench, Aragorn waited for Galadriel to speak again.

"You have lost a companion leaving eight members of the fellowship," she stated, "I have looked ahead and seen another loss for your company, which will leave but seven. That is not enough to conquer the ring of power."

"This is bad" murmured Aragorn, was there any point in going on? "What do you counsel my lady?"

"I have a very skilled elven warrior; her name is Nenmîr, the water jewel" Galadriel put forwards. "She would help you on your way even though it is against the Rivendell council. She can come with you if that is what you feel best, she is an experienced warrior."

"I do not know, I shall have to put it before the fellowship." Aragorn said after a pause. Should he take the new member? Though it was against the council of Elrond he felt that he would need her if the company was going to loose another.

"What do you think Aragorn; you are their leader now that Gandalf has fallen." Galadriel asked.

"My mind is pulling different ways. I can not decide." His mind whirled with pros' and cons; normally he had the ability to make a fast decision. And the right one. But now it was clouding his mind over, he needed more information on the warrior. "What would you counsel my lady?"

"She will help you and am sure she wouldn't be a burden, but it's what the fellowship wants, if you think you can carry on without reinforcement." Galadriel simply stated, it didn't help in the slightest. She smiled. "You can find her in the west woods; she is on patrol there this evening and probably there now."

"Thank-you, I will see her and come to a decision by tomorrow" Aragorn finished.

"Very well, I hope you come to a fair decision, one more thing before you go." She added. "There will be a party held in your honour tomorrow night- the night before you leave, I am sure you would all attend?"

"Of course, our pleasure." Aragorn said, not registering the party, the she-elf was still on his mind. "Goodbye my lady" Aragorn bowed and she smiled back before walking to her chambers.

Aragorn rushed down the corridor, past the glowing peaceful lights, his mind on the new elf. Aragorn stopped at the edge of the forest to ask the guard which way was west, he pointed straight in front of him with an amused smile. Now to find her.

Meanwhile Nenmîr was awaiting an answer from Galadriel, she'd been told about all this and was ready for the decision of whether she was to join the Fellowship- or not. She notched another green feathered arrow, choosing her target she let it loose. It took down three leaves and hit the red bull's eye.

She thought about when she'd first looked upon the fellowship, the dwarf had been astounded to have her arrow point pressed into his face! She'd sniggered at Haldirs comment too, and then as she'd passed her eyes around the company she saw Legolas. He was the twenty first prince of Mirkwood, -and superior to her though she new it- he was the fairest he-elf she'd set eyes on. His eyes were like sapphires and his hair was like golden silk, Nenmîr had only seen him twice before and was eager for an archery competition. Not to mention getting to know him more.

As she shot down another two leaves she heard footsteps, she laid her hand on the tree behind her it. 'A man is coming, Lord Aragorn' it told her.

She took a deep breath; she was NOT good with men and would have felt more comfortable with more elves around her-just in case. As a measure of self defence she strung an arrow just as he walked into the clearing.

She froze; it was more daunting than she'd thought meeting another human, face to face, and alone. Nenmîr'd had bad experiences with men before and that was the only thing she was worried about when joining the fellowship- the two men. Though she knew Aragorn from name she had kept well away from humans for the last two years. Her breathing quickened, "Who are you?" she asked shakily putting down her bow and arrow.

He was clad in brown and black, black boots, cloak and brown clothes. His hair was shoulder length and wild black, his eyes a light grey, she did not get a bad aura from him, quite the opposite. He had a weather-beaten face and personally Nenmîr thought he could do with a wash.

"I am Aragorn, son of Arathorn, leader of the fellowship. Are you Nenmîr?" he asked. From his eyes he saw a beautiful she-elf, with ginger hair and emerald green eyes. She had slender but muscular legs and strong archer's arms. She wore a green tunic, with a white shirt underneath and archer's wrist supports, she wore brown breeches, khaki boots and a silver cloak. She was stunningly beautiful to the eye but you could tell she was a warrior, something about her made Aragorn wonder if she was completely of the Mirkwood kin. Her ears were far pointier than a Mirkwood elf's ears should be-a trait of Fangorn elves; her ears were also pierced and held a light green beryl gem each. Her face was slightly weather beaten and held secrets under the surface.