What Do You Know of Love?

What Do You Know of Love? *one-shot*

Just something short I wrote a while ago, didn't wanna post it because I thought it might turn out too short for a one-chapter story, because I normally write a lot. This is just an idea that stuck in my brain after I watched The Desolation of Smaug, and yes, it is a Thranduil x OC story with a little Kiliel mixed in there and a twist - it is told in the point of view of our gal Tauriel! You might find this crappy because there won't be any fluffy scenes since it's told in Tauriel's voice, but I just wanted to try to write this in an implicit style of fiction. I hope you guys like it, and happy new year! BTW, the Battle of the Five Armies was so amazing I can't even describe how awesome it was. I came across this awesome legit Sindarin name generator website, which I used to generate a few names in this story. I used this transcript: The Desolation of Smaug Transcript and this: The Battle of the Five Armies Transcript 

          Legolas and I had fought the spiders alongside Thorin Oakenshield's company which consisted of twelve grumbling dwarves, and a well-kept, though slightly plump, human woman. One dwarf, Kili, I rescued effortlessly. He proved to be continuously flirtatious, even when he was being locked in the dungeons of Mirkwood along with his friends. Thorin was brought before King Thranduil, though I do not know what they conversed, and I did not need to know to assume that it did not go well. The rift between the elves and the dwarves was something I never really understood; the dwarves of Thorin's company were not horrible or mean in nature at all.

          Afterwards, I went to see the King to discuss the issue of the Great Spiders spawning all over Middle Earth, but his apparent lack of interest did nothing to conceal itself. He was selfish as usual. Not wanting to risk facing his wrath or anger, I solemnly turned to leave. 

"Legolas said you fought well today."

          I halted at what seemed like a compliment at first coming from the Elvenking, and I blinked at his bluntness as I faced myself away from him, taking time to recover from the shock. Then slowly I turned, and began to realize that it was quite unusual for him to be complimenting me after he made it clear that I was at fault for thinking of the other lands, which apparently were not at all his concern. How could he have been so heartless? But then again he was always - difficult. Cold. Emotionless. Cruel. Uncaring of the elves who served him and put their lives at risk to protect their King. His unsympathetic and insensitive nature extended to even his own son at times, which would not exactly be surprising for one who had seen the King's icy exterior.

"He has grown very fond of you."

          Oh. Of course. Thranduil's suggestive words were suggesting something impossible; why would the Prince of Mirkwood see anything at all in me? I was but a Silvan elf; lowly and unimportant. I stared at the King incredulously and swallowed, though it did nothing to rid the irritating lump in my throat.

"I assure you, My Lord," I blurted hurriedly, "Legolas thinks of me as no more than the captain of the guard!"

"Perhaps he did once," Thranduil, to my horror, began stalking over to me. "Now, I'm not so sure."

          I was on the verge of tears from the humiliation he had caused me by putting me in such a difficult position. Never before had I felt so hurt, so ashamed of my origins. Only he, the King of the Woodland Realm, could make me feel this way. I thought carefully before I spoke, like I did each time I was in his presence.

"I - do not think that you would allow your son to pledge himself to a lowly Silvan elf."

"No!" he replied quickly, inconsiderately. "You are right, I would not. But still, he cares about you."

          I lifted my head at these words, and realized that it was indeed true - Legolas, my friend, had feelings for me that he had chosen not to act upon yet. But he would be disappointed, as I did not return his affections. My affections lay - elsewhere.