Okay guys! Sorry for the semi-late update, I have been busy with school starting back from Fall-Break this week and have had tons of homework! Haha, I would also like to thank everyone who has reviewed, favorited, or followed this story:) Thank you so much! Okay here's another chapter in "Make it Without You". I hope you enjoy it and don't forget to review:)

Note: All elvish, flashback, and thoughts are in italics.

Chapter 3

King Thranduil stood outside with Legolas as he stood there dumbfounded by the words that had just passed his lips. The Prince was asked to join the Woodland Guard; at least that is what his father told him. Though that was not what was troubling the young Prince. It was the fact that Tauriel could not come with him. Legolas now had a choice in front of him and he was completely confused on which way to go. He knew that Tauriel would be angered when the word reached her ears but if he joined he would have to put duty first.

King Thranduil waited for his son to come to a conclusion and he drank slowly from his wine glass and tasted the sharp liquid just as it passed his lips. Legolas sat there fiddling with his hands and knew that he needed to decide soon. The tension in the room only made it worse for him as his father sat there glaring at him with a piercing stare. 'What will happened to my friendship with Tauriel if I agree to enter the Woodland Guard? Will she even want to talk to me?' The Prince sighed heavily as he slumped in his chair.

The King started to think that his son was too young for these rash decisions and decided to speak up, "Legolas, it may be best if you would consider not joining until you are, " He stumbled over his next choice of words, "a little older?"

The Prince turned around quickly to argue with that but he stopped himself. Although he hated when his father thought that he was too young and foolish for things that required maturity, he had a feeling that he should not enlist. Though it was his greatest dream, he felt that he needed more vigorous training along with better skills with his bow. He looked glumly into the fire riddled with ashes and red bursts of flame as it flickered in the dark room. Choices were to be made and fast. His mind rattled with questions that bounced around in his head. Then he finally came to his decision, though it saddened him to feel it surpass his lips.

"I-I think you are right, Ada. I think that I should train more and perfect my skills as a warrior."

Thranduil turned around and was surprised to hear that. He had half expected that his son would join the Woodland Guard and become one of the leaders very soon.

"Very well then, if you wish to refine your proficiency in battle I will see that you practice more," With this Thranduil started to leave the room, "When you are ready to enter, come to me and I will see it done, ion nin."

Legolas nodded as he sunk lower into the melancholy mood of the night and thought over his verdict frequently. He heard his father open the door but he heard voices. There was an elf standing outside of the door; he recognized him as a servant.

"Yes, she will need you to come immediately." Said the servant in a whisper. Legolas leaned in to hear better.

"What has happened? Is she alright?" Thranduil asked as his mind raced with confusion and worry.

"I do not know, I was only told to send for you and your son."

Thranduil rubbed his temple with his index finger and walked into the room to see his son already standing.

"Legolas you will need to come with me now. It is your mother. I have not received word on what has happened; I only know that she is in the Halls of Healing."

Legolas saw the concern washing over his father's face and he quickly ran out of the room as he sped towards the Healing Ward. His father was trailing behind and the young Prince burst into the Hall breathing heavily in search of his mother. Every elf that lay on a bed in there was sleeping and the slight commotion the Prince had caused woke them up from their medicine induced slumbers. He scanned the room for any sign of his mother or Tauriel and he heard his father come up from behind him.

"Legolas, she is over here." Thranduil said pointing in the direction of a woman that lay on a small bed.

Legolas eyebrows knit in worry as he quickly walked to his mother's side.

"Naneth, what has happened? Are you alright? Are there any wounds?"The Prince asked rapidly; he wanted answers as to why this was happening.

The Queen half smiled and turned to Tauriel who was beaming somewhat. This received confused looks from both Thranduil and Legolas.

"Do you want me to tell them?" Tauriel asked as her smile brightened.

Almariel grinned and raised up from his previous position, "I think that I will tell them outside, " The Queen spoke as she slid of the bed and onto the cold stone encrusted floor.

The four gathered around each other as the news was about to be given and the contents spilt. Almariel blushed as she started to talk again, "Tauriel and I were walking around speaking of what we would do when something unexpected happened," The Prince and the King had blank expressions of disarray sweeping over their faces, "I felt dizzy all of a sudden and we rushed to the Halls of Healing where I was given heartwarming news."

There was a long silence until Almariel said the words out loud, "I was told by the healers that...I am with child."

Legolas and Thranduil both had eyes as wide as could be and Tauriel smiled brightly as the two were overjoyed for Almariel. It was moments like these that she wished that she had a family like this but then again she realized that they were almost identical to a family. Just as Almariel had called her, 'Iell nin.' That was proof enough.

It had been almost a week since the joyous news was given and Tauriel and Legolas were enwrapped in yet again a never ending duel. Their swords clashed and the sound rung throughout the forest of Mirkwood and other elves stood by as the two focused on fighting each other. Tauriel swiftly blocked on of Legolas's strikes and crouched down to force him to turn around. Though it did not work for her. She was forced to drop her weapon due to the blade that stuck to her neck. Legolas smirked and sheathed his sword as he clicked it onto his belt. Tauriel decided that she wanted to practice archery before they had to leave so they went down to the tranquil fields.

They were met by a cool wind that swept through the tall grass of the tan blades of grass that stuck up about two feet in the air. Tauriel ran her hand through the meadow and saw the targets not far ahead.

Ever since the news of a new heir, the kingdom had been ablaze with celebrations and feasts. Almariel had been all too excited about the news of another child but she felt that all of the festivities were not necessary. Tauriel knew that in a couple of months that she would have to help the Queen excessively but she was trying to soak everything in while she still could.

She reached the targets and strung an arrow in her bow and she let it loose as it hit the centre.

"Nice shot." Legolas murmured as he drew his bow back also.

Legolas aimed for slightly above the center and let his arrow go as it hit the side of the middle circle. Tauriel smirked at her friend.

"Nice shot." She repeated sarcastically.

Legolas raised an eyebrow and walked over to her, "Do we want to have a challenge?"

She could tell by the competitiveness in his eyes that he really wanted to beat her. Tauriel smiled and shook his hand.

"But if you lose," Tauriel started, "You have to be locked in the dungeons for one whole night."

Legolas squinted at her as a mischievous grin tugged at his lips, "But if you lose, you have to wear a dress for one whole day."

Tauriel almost gasped at that statement but she kept her cool.

"Game on."

Legolas motioned for her to go first and she lined up to hit the arrow in the centre. The slight rustle of the wind and coolness of the air was peaceful and almost was trying to lull her to sleep. She pulled her bowstring back and relaxed her tense muscles as she let the arrow hit the direct middle of the target. She smiled and turned around to look at Legolas. He still had that cutthroat glint in his eyes and she let him step up to shoot.

Legolas looked slightly tense when he strode to the small mark that we had made. He shook away all of the stress and casually drew his bowstring back. He aimed for slightly above the target and let out his breath as he let the arrow loose.

Much to their surprise Legolas's arrow split Tauriel's in half. They both looked at each other in amazement.

"What does this mean?" Tauriel asked.

Legolas simpered as he looked at her, "I suppose we will just have to use another arrow."

Tauriel smiled as she squinted her eyes as she tried to hide the annoyance inside of her. She knew that Legolas could be like this a lot and it antagonized her slightly but a small part of her liked it for some odd reason.

She stepped back to shoot the arrow and let it loose swiftly as it hit a little bit below the centre. She groaned inwardly as Legolas had a grin plastered over his face and he walled over and shot his arrow directly in the middle. Tauriel heaved a heavy sigh as she excepted her fate. She could not believe that Legolas had beat her; after all maybe all of those extra training sessions were paying off.

Legolas walked up to the target just to make her more annoyed than she was already. He smiled as he plucked the arrows from target and walked up to meet her. She rolled her eyes in disgrace as he had a face of accomplishment.

"I won. Now where should we find that dress?"

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Elvish Translations:

Ada = Father

Ion nin = My son

Naneth = Mother

Iell nin = My Daughter

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