Elven Princess Under the Mountain

Chapter 3

I just want to say that last chapter I used a weird site to write and it didn't register the barrier lines I put when I skipped ahead time so any one who read it and had no clue what the hell was going on I am sooooo sorry, that was all my fault.

Any way. I will keep this brief. Thank you for reading. It means a lot. Comment. Review. Whatever. Also I'd like to dedicate this chapter to this book's first follower! LauraB90.

I do not own any one but Jackie and self made characters. The plot is also Tolkien's, for now. I also used phrases from the movie.

By the way, at the beginning all the speech is elvish, when the dwarves come in I'll put it back into elvish.

WARNINGS: language!

Pulling herself up out of bed and doing her morning routine, Jackie groaned. She had stayed up way too late last night mulling over maps of the forest boundaries, trying to find a new way to deal with the Giant Spider problem.

The sun hadn't even risen yet but she got up this time every day. Long before the other elves of the guard were up to ruin the beautiful mornings. Occasionally Tauriel was up as well but they were friends so she didn't mind. They spent almost every waking moment together. And Jackie knew how much the prince liked her, even though he hadn't said so, he was around them a lot lately.

Going down to the shooting range with her bows and arrows she got ready to shoot. Guards were allowed to make or use their own weapons so naturally the dwarves had made hers. Keeping in mind they had to use an elvish style they had made a longbow out of light brown wood from great oaks of the Land of the Ents with swirls of Mithril engraved into it. Her quiver was the same just with light brown leather not wood. For her arrows, well her collection grew every year. The tradition started with Thrain, each King Under the Mountain had the ability to make an arrow for her, and they all did. Of course that meant that each and every one of her arrows were unique and beautiful, some even had special abilities, and they could all return to her if they were not damaged beyond use. It was making a lot of the other guards what would be called jealousy if they were fickle human beings, but they are elves, so such a primitive emotion does not exist in their bodys. She smirked to herself. But just saying if it did...

Thunk!

Her arrow went through the target and hit the wood behind it. The same thing happened with all the other targets. Clapping came from behind her, someone else entered the training room. It was probably Tauriel, no one else was insane enough to get up at this hour.

"You know Tauriel, I know you have a secret crush on me but really, I could do that in my sleep." She jested without turning around.

"I am sorry to disappoint but I do believe that Tauriel is still in bed." Came a deep voice, too deep to be female.

Turning as quick as she could, which is probably faster than the human eye can register. Legolas stood in the hallway, his normal tunic on and his golden hair already perfect despite the hour, unlike hers that she just threw up into a high ponytail to get it out of the way. He was leaning against the doorway, arms were crossed over his chest and one eyebrow was raised. With his bow and quiver of arrows over his right shoulder he really did look like a prince.

She and him never did get along the greatest. Legolas was the best archer in the kingdom but she was a very good archer as well, close to rivaling him, and he knew it. Sure he is overall a nice person but to her, well he can be quite an orc sometimes. They had their moments though, mainly when Tauriel was around or they were out patrolling. It was really a friend-hate relationship.

"Your Highness, I did not know it was you." Bowing quickly she swiftly looked back up at him.

"That was obvious." He said as he moved past her to one of the targets.