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! (Yes, I'm rubbish at summaries!)

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!

One elf

Chapter 2: Finding out more

"Yes I am," Nenmîr answered stepping back, at that very moment she received a telepathic message from Galadriel, 'Aragorn means you no harm; he has come to see you as he has not made a decision yet. Please just relax and tell him about yourself.' Came the lady's voice in her head. Nenmîr put down her bow and arrow and stepped forward again, hand shook as she extended one of them to Aragorn.

He took it and shook it with out any harm done. Their eyes connected for a minute before Nenmîr looked away. "Will you come for a walk?" asked Aragorn, figuring it was the best way to get to know some one, so far he'd assumed she'd had a bad experience with his kin.

Nenmîr paused, and remembered Galadriel's words, she nodded and walked next to him but at a safe distance, she could trust the Galadriel's word.

After a couple of minutes of Aragorn explaining why he'd come to see her he asked: "What experience have you had in battle?"

"I ride from elven realm to realm, my home is Mirkwood. I have fought many wars, and won in my two thousand five hundred years." She was reluctant to give him information and kept her hand on the hilt of her dagger, Galadriel's words repeated themselves inside her head, comforting her.

"How long have you been in Lorien?" asked Aragorn, eager to know more.

"I've only been here twice and arrived here last week. I am a March warden along side Haldir here." She answered, her position here was temporary and only when she was in Lothlorien. Once she'd got here Celeborn had insisted she put her fighting skills into action and help Haldir protect the borders.

"So what do you do, for a, a living?" asked Aragorn, he wasn't quite sure how to phrase that question, as far as he was aware Legolas hadn't had a job or anything like that.

"I school, back, train and whisper horses, I travel to wherever I'm needed." Nenmîr replied.

Aragorn watched her as she answered him, she still kept skirting around him, not wanting to walk near him. Her ginger hair was waist length and drifted about her face and shiny eyes.

Aragorn swallowed hard, the subject he was bout to tackle was a hard one. "Did you know Gandalf?" he asked cautiously.

"I knew him since I was an elfling" She admitted, her eyes clouding over briefly. Her hair fell across her face. "He was a close friend; I can't say how sad I am to hear of his death"

Aragorn nodded and walked forwards. They walked through the wood discussing the path of the fellowship and what would happen until late afternoon, mostly one sided for Aragorn doing all the talking. By this time Nenmîr felt more relaxed than she'd done around a human for a long time.

"I must leave you now as I am on watch after dinner," Nenmîr told him.

"Yes, will I see you at the party tomorrow night?" He asked getting ready to go back to camp; he'd made his mind up, from her first words he'd known.

"Indeed, Navaer" she bade him farewell then walked quickly to the west wood to retrieve her bow.

"Goodbye," Aragorn said to her before she left, then he too made for their camp as quickly as possible.

After a couple of minutes of walking Aragorn reached their camp, it was on the edge of the West wood. Frodo, Sam, Merry and Pippin were talking, Boromir was sat in silence, Gimli was sharpening his axe and Legolas was perched in a tree in a light reverie.

Aragorn made his presence clear and got everyone's attention.

"I have been made a suggestion by the lady Galadriel," he started, "She has offered to give us one of the best elven warriors to go with us, in place of Gandalf. She also said there will be further loss coming to our company. She is skilled and of your kin Legolas, I have talked to her and she seems friendly. What does everyone else think?"

There was silence for a brief moment after Aragorn had blurted everything out.

"Why does it have to be another elf?" asked Gimli, "And a she-elf at that!"

"Because there are no dwarves at hand" Aragorn said firmly, Gimli grunted in reply.

"Merry, Pippin and I think it would be good idea," put in Sam who had been discussing things with the hobbits, Merry and Pippin nodded eagerly.

"Frodo?" asked Aragorn, Frodo nodded in reply.

"But will she be a burden?" Boromir inquired, frowning.

"I have spoken to her and she seems to be no more of a burden than any of us," Aragorn spoke his thoughts.

"So does she know the way like Gandalf did?" Boromir tried again.

"She knows the elven lands well but she could not lead us to our destination, I would do that." Aragorn assured Boromir who shook his head.

"I would very much like to have another elf along with us, you know that. And from what you've said Aragorn she sounds worth it." Agreed Legolas, "I would enjoy the company."

"Right, so what am I to tell Galadriel?" Aragorn asked.

"When do we have to put the answer forwards by?" asked Gimli who was against the idea but with the majority of the company on the other side it was looking bad.

"Tomorrow" Aragorn told him as he waited for an answer from Boromir.

"Well you know what I think," Gimli growled.

"I do not mind that much, just as long as our quest goes ahead." Boromir concluded.

"You are out numbered Gimli; we shall take our extra warrior." concluded Aragorn receiving six nods and a grunt.

"I would like to speak to her though." Legolas requested.

"She is on guard in the West wood, she is very nervous around humans though Boromir." Aragorn warned him.

"The West wood is…?" Legolas prompted, he had nearly lost his sense of direction in Lorien, Aragorn pointed to the one their camp bordered.

Nenmîr looked around her; none was about as she'd told the rest of the guards she could manage the West wood, Haldir didn't know and Nenmîr was starting to have doubts about managing the whole wood, yet there was a reason she wanted to be alone.

Meanwhile at the camp Legolas got up, he couldn't sleep. He looked around, there was no one else awake as they'd all had an early night, so he set off for a little walk in the woods, completely forgetting the fact their new companion was on guard, he came to a clearing and stopped.

In the clearing was a beautiful dapple grey mare, cantering around the large open space. Legolas stared, he had no idea there were wild horses in Lorien! It was about sixteen hands tall with long black legs, its muscles rippled as it circled the big area again. It hooves hardly made a sound as the mare moved fluidly in a long smooth stride, the moonlight shone onto her back making it turn silver. Her long, wild mane and tail streamed out behind her, streaked with different shades of grey, she arched her head elegantly. As Legolas watched he noticed her eyes were a bright green, very unusual for a horse, she had a very strange white marking on her beautiful face.

Suddenly the mare came to a sliding stop and stared at him, her ears pricked, nostrils flaring she tensed as he stepped forward.

Legolas had been around horses since he was an elfling and knew to approach a wild one: slowly and with caution. He walked slowly forwards, holding out his hand and clicking his tongue, the beautiful mare was centimetres away. Legolas' hand was just about to touch her white velvety muzzle when she bolted.

She wheeled around in a flash of dust making Legolas jump back in surprise. She now stood over the other side of the clearing, staring at him. Something about that gaze made him feel uneasy; it didn't feel like animal. He shook it off and turned round; thinking it best to get back to bed, but when he looked back the horse was gone.

Nenmîr stepped away from the clearing, heart pounding, she'd nearly been caught. After strapping her weapons back on, she wandered over to the woods borders, she was nearing the edge of the wood when she heard a noise. Footsteps. Her keen elven hearing heard orcs approaching loud and clear, she could even hear them speaking in their foul tongue. Her heart raced, she could hear thousands of footsteps, she was alone and out numbered.

Instinct panged through her and she spun round, arrow notched, an orc froze behind a tree, she shot him down. A scout, when they sent a scout that meant business and business meant lots of orcs. They were after the ring.