Okay guys! Sorry for the slight delay in updating, this week has been crazy with Halloween and preparing for tennis tournaments. I would like to thank you guys so much for all of your amazing reviews! They make me smile and want to write more of this story:) Okay here is Chapter 4 in "Make it Without You".

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

Disclaimer: I do not own anything except for my OC's. But if I owned Legolas he would be locked up in my room.

Chapter 4

Tauriel looked at the light pink dress in annoyance and then back up to Legolas. She was certainly not going to wear that. She would become the laughing stock of the Kingdom, or at least Legolas. She groaned inwardly and stepped into the dressing room as she looked at Legolas's smile. How she wanted to punch him right now.

She slipped on the dress and the seamstress behind her laced up the corset in the back. At one point Tauriel felt that she could not breath the dress was so tight. She could not fathom having to wear one of these 'dresses' everyday. As the seamstress was almost finished lacing up the horrid dress she smiled at Tauriel and her cheeks became rosy.

"It looks beautiful on you, dear. Your friend will think you look very appealing." The woman said.

"What?" Tauriel asked confused.

"Your friend, the Prince. He will fancy you after he sees you in this."

Tauriel almost choked on laughter but she composed herself, "I am sorry, but the Prince and I are only friends. The reason for me buying a dress is simply because I lost against him in an archery contest."

The seamstress nodded but had a slight smile behind her lips, "I am sorry."

"It is fine."

She laced up the last thread and that made Tauriel's breath hitch as the dress became as tight as could be.

"Okay now you can look at yourself in the mirror."

Tauriel moved her stiff body as she looked at her appearance. Her eyes widened as she looked at the bunched up ruffles and the gaudy amount of flowers. She might have thrown up if it hadn't been for the anger she felt towards Legolas in that moment. Oh she would get him back.

The seamstress smiled widely at her, "Would you like to show your friend?"

Tauriel stifled a groan and nodded as they walked out of the dressing room to see a very amused Legolas.

"It- It looks... great." He managed as he tried to stuff down the outburst of laughter in his throat.

Tauriel scowled at him and looked at the seamstress, "I do not-"

"We'll take it." Legolas interjected as Tauriel was about to turn down the offer of that dress.

She locked Legolas in an ice cold glare as she marched to the dressing room the take the dreadful dress off. She tried undoing the lace in the back and instantly exhaled as if she had been holding her breath under water. She slipped the dress off and put her old comfortable clothes back on.

Tauriel walked out of the dressing room and found that Legolas had already paid for the dress. He smiled mischievously at her and she shook her head as the anger boiled up inside of her.

"When do I have to wear this atrocious thing?" She asked smugly.

They walked for a moment until Legolas made his mind up.

"There is a feast tonight, " He said as he looked at her, "You will wear it then."

"What?!" Tauriel scoffed, "There is no way I am wearing this in front of people!"

Legolas laughed, "Yes, there is. I won remember. Now go get dressed, the feast will be in a few hours."

And with that he ran off leaving Tauriel alone with a flamboyant dress dangling in her arms. She groaned and hurried up to her room. She was speeding through the Halls when she almost ran into the Queen.

"Oh, sorry!" She said quickly.

The Queen smiled graciously, "It is quite alright my dear," She said as she looked down at the pink dress, "I suppose that this dress is yours. It is beautiful."

Tauriel rolled her eyes, "Yes it is but I lost an archery competition to Legolas so I have to wear it to the feast tonight."

The Queen almost laughed at her son's antics, "Would you like me to help you get ready?"

Tauriel shrugged her shoulders, "Why not."

Almariel beamed and they both walked up to her room.

It had been a few hours since Legolas and Tauriel were at the dress shop and Legolas prepared himself for the long awaited feast. He could not wait to see what Tauriel looked like; he was laughing at the thought of it. As he bent down to pick up the discarded pillow from his bed he heard a knock at the door.

Legolas rose and opened the door slowly to only see one of his best friends, Aradan. He had dark brown hair and deep brown eyes; contrasting from Legolas bright blonde hair and ice blue eyes.

"Are you ready?" Aradan asked as he looked around Legolas' room.

Legolas nodded, "Yes, you came just in time."

Aradan smiled and spoke in almost a whisper, "I heard Tauriel is going to wear a dress."

"And that rumor is true."

Aradan almost laughed, "And I suppose she is not all that happy about it?"

Legolas nodded and the two went downstairs to meet her. They did a double take when they saw her. She actually looked, well, like an elleth. Not to be rude or anything, she just always wore pants and hunting shirts. Her hair was curled at the end and her dress flowed at the bottom complimenting her tiny figure. A nice clean braid swept her hair back and showed her smooth face.

It was as if the two were in a mirage for a split moment until she walked towards them.

"Ugh, Legolas you are going to pay for this." She said as she lifted her dress up so she wouldn't trip.

Legolas managed to smile as he watched her meddle with the unfamiliar dress.

She looked up at him for a minute and then they were directed to their seats for the night. King Thranduil spoke and gave a small speech about how he was glad that everyone could come and be present. After the introductions, the King sat down by his wife and glanced over at his son who was eating.

Tauriel began to chew on her food silently as she caught the eye of one of the ellons at another table. She had not recognized him ever before. He had light chestnut hair and ice blue eyes, almost like Legolas'. She quickly turned away as he saw her staring at him. Her face turned a slight shade of pink. Nobody ever noticed her and she was totally fine with that. It was just a new feeling.

Music started to play and that was when Tauriel decided that she would leave. She didn't want to be in that dress any longer. As she started to walk away from the table the ellon that had been staring at her stopped her.

"I am sorry," She said, "I did not see you there."

He smiled, "It is fine. May I ask for your name?"

She nodded, "Of course, I am Tauriel. What is your name?"

"I am Herion, Son of Neurion."

"Well it is nice to meet you, Lord Herion."

He chuckled slightly, "Please, I am not old enough to be called a 'Lord' my Lady Tauriel."

"Then I will not be called a Lady."

"Fair enough." He said with a charming smile that almost made Tauriel weak at the knees.

He was very convincing but Tauriel could see something behind that soft velvety voice of his.

"I should be going, sorry for almost bumping into, Herion." Tauriel said quietly.

She was about to walk away and go retire to her quarters when she felt a tug on her hand. She looked up to see Herion with a bright smile plastered over his face.

"Sorry, but I forgot to ask if you might want to dance?"

Tauriel's eyes widened and she looked over at Legolas to see if he was watching her. Luckily he wasn't, "Sure, though I am not that good."

He grinned, "That is quite alright, I will teach you."

Tauriel nodded and they made their way to the dance floor. Meanwhile, Legolas and Aradan were laughing quietly at some of the other ellons at their table. Just as Aradan was talking about an incident in the forest a couple of years ago Legolas looked away only to see Tauriel dancing with one of the ellons from another table.

She looked like she was having fun and her smile was bright enough to light up the whole room and he could see that she was laughing. For some reason, Legolas felt a pang of jealousy as he watched his friend dance with another elf. His gaze intensified as they got closer together and his anger grew bigger. He didn't even notice Aradan call his name.

"Legolas, Legolas!" He called as he grabbed his friend's shoulder, "What are you looking at?"

Legolas shook himself, "Nothing."

His anger was still a raging fire but he had no idea why. He composed himself, 'Tauriel is just a friend...nothing more.' He thought silently.

The night continued with Tauriel being lost in Herion's eyes. This was the first time she had ever felt free and, well, appreciated by another ellon. This made her joyous and she was not aware of the sharp glances she was receiving from Legolas. She felt as if she weighed nothing when she danced with him but a small part inside of her told her that this was not right. Tauriel just shrugged it off and continued having a good time.

Later that night, Herion tugged at Tauriel after hours of laughs and lots of dancing.

"Come with me." He said with s mischievous glint in his eyes.

Tauriel followed him with a playful grin outside of the castle. When he made sure nobody was looking Herion pushed Tauriel against the walls of the castle and wrapped her in a passionate kiss. She was stunned by his choice of actions but she returned it anyway. He held her shoulders and she felt his hot breath on her neck.

They did not know that Legolas had been watching them the whole time.

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