Random One Shots

Legolas Greenleaf - Lord of the Rings

Legolas x Reader: Keep Up

A/N: Well, sorry for the wait guys I've had a lot going on. Exams, losing my list of who-requested-what, growing more and more obsessed with Criminal Minds and getting a nasty ass computer virus and having to wipe my laptop...yeah it's been a busy month XD

Still, thanks to JinxingJinxer (https://www.quotev.com/JinxingJinxer) for requesting this and I hope it's up to your standards!! I kinda like how this turned out; I've always imagined a boss-ass bitch being a part of the Fellowship. That being said I hope I kinda nailed the Middle-Earth lingo XD

(L/N) = Last Name, (Y/R) = Your Race

Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings or anything relating to it. Nor do I own the Reader. That would be strange.

To say you were used to being put down by men was an understatement. You're a woman in a man's world, and because of that it was difficult for you to be taken seriously. The amount of times you'd been degraded in a bar for the clothing you chose to wear or mocked for carrying a finely crafted lade was countless.

Take now for instance.

You had been travelling with the Fellowship for a few days now, the only female of the group. With you were Aragorn, Gimli, Boromir, Legolas, Frodo, Sam, Merry and Pippin. Now the Hobbits...they had no problems respecting you. If anything those young gentlemen had as much trouble being taken seriously as you did. And Legolas had never spoken an ill word towards you.

The other men however...they were a different story. Regardless of what Elrond and Gandalf had been telling them about you they still seemed skeptical of your fighting skills. And that angers you beyond belief.

You were all setting up camp for the night after a full day of travelling, and Gandalf had left briefly to do other things. The evening was clear and warm, beautiful and peaceful as you perched on a rock and gazed at the horizon, until Gimli spoke up.

"So, lass, what're ya cooking fer us t'night?"

"Is that all women are good for, Gimli? Cooking? Attending their man's every need and whim?" you questioned coolly, not turning around to face the rest of the Fellowship.

"He wasn't implying that, Lady (L/N)," Aragorn tried to defuse the situation, though he had a hint of a smile on his face.

"Then pray tell; what was he implying?"

"Simply that the least you could do is cook. I've hardly seen you swing that fancy blade of yours around since you joined us," Boromir chuckled.

"Because you bastards haven't given me a chance," you said lightly, running your index finger along the hilt of your sword. "I assure you, I could take the four of you in minutes and have you on your knees begging for mercy if I so wished."

"With respect, I'd much rather you be the one begging on your knees," Boromir laughed again.

"That's enough, Boromir," Legolas tried to intervene, but you had stood up too quickly and taken several large strides towards the group of men.

"Anyone stupid enough to pick a fight with me, stand and draw your weapon."

A grin grew on Gimli's face. "You're certain of that, lass?"

You stood slightly taller, spitting out your next words. "Stand. And draw. Your weapon."

Quickly the four Hobbits backed off, and nervously Legolas stood back as well.