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Legolas Imagine

LEGOLAS IMAGINE not romantic just friends
NAME: SAMANTHA BUT YOU PREFER SAM
this is for superwholockian101

     I was running away from the spiders. I had been stung and my wound was bleeding a lot. At some point I had made a wrong turn and I was coming up on a dead end. It was no use, I would have to turn around and fight. I stopped short and drew my twin daggers in one swift motion. "Come on!" I shouted at them. They charged at me and I easily took out two, then three, then that went on until there was one left. The problem, that one left was on top of me, about to bite my neck. Suddenly it fell dead, with an arrow in it's head. I shoved it off me, and looked around for my savior, found him, hiding behind a tree, the problem, an arrow was pointed at my head. I drew my bow and pointed it right back at him. "I don't want any trouble," I said. "I'm just terribly lost," he nodded and slowly lowered his bow. He stepped out from behind the tree and I could see him completely. His eyes were vicious, but the rest of him, you know, the way he carried himself, seemed graceful.

     "Who are you?" he asked.

     "Samantha Cherryblossom," I told him. "But I prefer Sam, who are you?"

     "Legolas Greenleaf," he informed me. I had known that already, but I decided that me saying that I knew already might hurt the little dignity I had left. Suddenly I felt faint, and I remembered the wound in my side. "Hey, are you alright?" he asked.

     "Yeah, just a small wound in my side," I hadn't actually looked at it, so I assumed it was small. But when he looked at my side his eyes widened.

     "I don't think that is to be considered 'small'," he said, still eyeing it. I shrugged and looked at it. I gasped at how serious it really was. There was a gaping hole in my side and blood was pouring out of it.

     "Why, why when you look at something, you start to feel the pain?" I asked myself, and with that, I passed out. I coud faintly feel myself being picked up by someone, probably Legolas, and brought somewhere. After about an hour I was lying down on a bed with someone stitching my side. Then I blacked out completely and could no longer feel anything. I woke up to a worried looking Legolas sitting next to me.

    
Two weeks later

     "Now that you're out of the hospital wing, what do you want to do?" Legolas asked me.

     "How about find out where my room is? Those hospital beds are itchy!" I exclaimed. I was being exxtremely cheerful today because I was finally allowed to do something besides mope around in bed and talk to Legolas. Legolas and I had become best friends and neither of  us thought of each other as anything more. I knew practially everything about Legolas from what happened to his mother and his favorite color to his crush on Tauriel.

     "Come on then! It's just down the hall from my room!" he was also cheerful because tommorrow I would show him my skills in weaponry.

     "Legolas!" We heard a demanding voice. Legolas cringed and turned around, I, to, turned around and I saw Thranduil walking down the hall towards us. I bowed my head. "Well at least she has some respect," he remarked. I bit my lip to keep from saying a rude remark. I wanted to make a good impression if I was to stay in Mirkwood. "Why do you waste your time with her? She is a nothing, simply another pretty face," I clenched my fists to keep them from going to my daggers. "Well? Girl, can you speak?" he teased.

     "Yes, my lord, I can speak, I just choose not to," I told him, fighting hard to keep my voice level.

     "Can you fight, girl?"

     "Yes, my lord,"

     "Well, then make yourself useful and go see Tauriel, she will asess your skills and decide if you are fit to become a guard or soldier," Thranduil demanded. "You are dismissed,"

     "Yes, my lord," I obeyed and went to the training center. Tauriel was usually there. "Tauriel!" I called once I saw her.

     "Yes, Sam?"

     "the king wants you to asess my skills and see if I am fit to be a soldier or guard," I told her.

     "Not with that injury you aren't,"

     "Are you sure about that?" I raised my eyebrows, as if to challenge her.

     "Let's see then," she drew her daggers and I drew mine. We went into a very long duel. Eventually I disarmed her, and was the winner with my blade pointed at her neck. "Archery next," she said. I grabbed a bow and a quiver of arrows and started to shoot the target. I made a ring around the center and then I shot the target dead in the middle. "You're pretty good, number two," she smiled at my new title, so did I.

     "Thank you, Tauriel," I nodded to her and went to find Legolas. I found him in the gardens. "Hey," I said.

     "Hello, you want to see your chambers now?" he asked. I nodded. "Oh, and by the way, what rank are you?" he asked.

     "Tauriel's number two," I said.

     "But she hasn't had one in years!" he exclaimed. "She doesn't usually, no, she never gives that title to newbies!"

     "Well, I beat her at hand to hand, and I might have shown off a bit in archery," I explained.

One month later

     It had been a month, and Thranduil's attitude towards me did not improve. Today I was on edge, I mean, like, I felt something was coming. I could tell Tauriel and Legolas sensed it too. We were in the training center tossing daggers when the alarm sounded. We all rushed to the throne room for orders. Tauriel and I were to guard the king from advancing orcs. We decided to play a game, count how many orcs you kill and whoever killed the most wins. I was at sixty-nine when I saw that onoe orc had gotten past Tauriel and was sneaking up behind the king. "Duck!" I shouted to him. He seemed confused but did anyways. I threw a small knife and it landed in the center of the orc's forehead.

     "Sam!" Tauriel shouted, just in time to get knocked out by an orc. She wasn't dead, just knocked out. Now I had to fight off all the orcs alone. I fought them all off and soon every last one was dead. Once the small failed attempt by the orcs was over I rushed to Tauriel and brought out a small vile of liquid. I made her sniff it and she immediatley woke up. "That is vile!" she exclaimed.

     "It gets the job done," I shrugged.

     "Samantha!" Thranduil shouted, beckoning me to come over. "Tauriel, you may leave," she nodded and sent me a worried glance before exiting. "Sam," I almost gasped. He never called me Sam. "I am sorry, I misjudged you, I thought that you were just here to get information from me, but now I see that I have been wrong. So I am deeply sorry, please accept my apology,"

     "No apology is needed, my lord," and from that day on I lived happily in Mirkwood for the next 200 years, when 13 dwarves came along.