Frustration. Legolas oneshot

[Krysta]

Fuming, arrow after arrow was shot at the poor, old oak tree which had done not one thing to it's attacker. Though in the mortal world the trees would be seen as insignificant, even if they did create the air of which everyone breathed their entire lives, the trees of middle-earth were actually far from it. They spoke in whispers, using and counting on, the wind to carry their messages from place to place to those who would listen to what they had to say, or share.

The only ones who ever did listen were the elves. Being one of the few races who had not lost connection to the realm of the natural unknown known as the living and breathing land of middle-earth. They spoke of the elf who shot their brother in a blind rage. A rage gifted to her by a man. But that man wasn't just any man by far, but an elven prince. Normally, women of all races swooned at the handsome, devilishly smooth elf of his time. Much like his father once had been... But for Shadow, that was a whole different story.

She couldn't stand the sight, sound, or aura of the man and didn't trust him as far as she could throw him. Being outcast at a young age by those who were suppose to be her family, she didn't let very many into her circle of trust. One of the only ones she did trust to an extent was Gandalf the Gray, though even then it was limited. But this brat prince had the nerve to treat her like a woman of no rank, and just because of the fact she held one dead eye. She wasn't royalty, yet she wasn't a simple, stupid commoner either. She was a warrior, and a damn good one this time around.

After living few years in Mirkwood one would have thought the assassin would have finally been able to let her guard down. Many within these walls were a lot more accepting then those of Rivendale, but since she first met HIM, she wanted nothing more then to just leave and continue her life as a loner.

Shooting another arrow at the poor, defenceless tree, she knew the life of a loner was just too sad to continue. She had grown attached to the elves of Mirkwood, and even had a few men chasing her tail with gifts and sweet songs. She hated the gifts and songs, she felt... weak and naive when she would hear them. But even after outright squashing their dreams of a family with her, two more quickly replaced the one she finally had gotten rid of.

Needless to say after awhile they finally stopped, but only because HE publicly told each and every one of them and she was his and only his. She didn't know if he was trying in vein to make the she-elf who fell for a dwarf notice him and become jealous, or if he was being a pompous ass like his father. She knew one thing for sure, he infuriated her and she wanted nothing more then to punch his bleeding face in!

More arrows flew till she finally ran out, every single one of them imbedded inside the bark of the tree which served as her outlet, a painting of Legolas' stick-in-his-ass face attached to it. Finally, she closed her eyes and let the wind fill her lungs in a large intake of air, counting to ten before finally exhaling and opening her eyes again. Looking up at the sky, she could tell it was well past sunset as she began to tenderly remove her arrows from the oak, apologizing for each and every tug and pull she made.

After she pulled out the last arrow, she turned and gave the woods beyond her a hateful glare, ''Come out ya pansy. I know your there.'' she said, crossing her arms across her chest and tapping her foot as HE stepped out. Legolas was a beautiful man, and Shadow often found herself jealous. But she cared not at the moment of his flawlessness as he voiced an insult, ''At least I don't run out of arrows.''

Giving a growl, she glared harder. If looks could kill, he would be so dead right now! ''Ha ha ha, very funny, didn't know ya had a funny bone.'' she stated, not moving a muscle as he neared her. And right at that moment...

SLAM!

''WHAT THE HELL?!''

Legolas was on the ground, clutching his jewels as he tried to breath, praying to all known gods they would still be of use later in the future.

Placing her foot down and looking at him with a glare that shot daggers, she said: ''That's for 'claiming' me without asking, you asshat.'' she said and gathered her arrows and bow, happy with the outcome of her meditation session, heading back to the gates of Mirkwood as the prince writhed in pain.

[Krysta]

Frustration. Legolas oneshot. Part 2


It had been a week since Shadow gave the stuck up prince a good kicking in the family heirlooms. He hasn't bothered her since then and she was happy to finally be able to breathe. She had greatly missed it really, breathing, she always holding it when the men would come around, holding herself back from beating the shit out of them for treating her like... like... like a damsel in distress! Oh how she hated being seen as the weaker sex, when she could just as easily take down as many men in battle as any seasoned warrior.

But, if being seen as a weak lady wasn't bad enough, rumors were still roaming around through elven whispers that she belonged to Legolas and no one else. It especially made her angry when she found a dark haired elven man she fancied. He wasn't like the other elven men, he didn't use a bow as his weapon of choice, but instead, a claymore. A weapon seen to be used by only those of great rank and power, as well as physical strength. All three were something he held to his chest proudly and many of Mirkwood's women shared a detail about him or two, what they liked the most, was his handsome features, which were quickly becoming as loved as Legolas handsome assets.

What Shadow liked was his personality, he treated her like an equal warrior. Though she would tell some she liked his smile, she would never admit, even to herself, that she liked Legolas smile more... when he actually did smile that is, and although many women preferred their own prince to the rogue, Shadow very much liked the cave elf. They at least, treated their women with respect.

She followed the dark elf, much like an assassin to her victim, though she followed as more of a stalker. Many women, she had seen, were turned down by the dark haired, green eyed angel, all because he had his eyes set on another. It pained her and filled her with envy to know that another woman was to soon be the object of his affections when he grew a spine and spoke to her. Though after some eavesdropping she found that the woman already belonged to another man.

She felt crushed for him, nearing him in the market as he looked over fine jewelry made by only the most skilled of elven hands. ''I am sorry.'' she stated, once standing next to him and overlooking a finely crafted dagger, she was in need of a new one, the other loosing it's luster and many months past it's prime. ''For what my lady?'' he asked of her, glancing over at her, his eyes sagging in sadness and pain.

''That the woman of your desires has been taken.'' she said, paying the vender and grabbing the dagger and it's sheath, attaching it to her hip behind her. She did not notice how the man looked her over, admiration and want addressing his features as he replied, ''No need to be sad my lady, the man is only lucky.'' he stated and turned from the jewelry stand, heading out into the forest as, unbeknownst to him, she followed from a distance.

Heading towards the gates, she was seen by someone she didn't want to speak with right now. Legolas, the limey pansy. Giving a growl, she quickened her pace and managed to step beyond the gates before he, so sadly, caught up with her. ''Hello Lady Shadow.'' he said, taking her hand and lowering his lips to her knuckles only to kiss the palm of his own hand, her soft one having been yanked out at the right moment, ''What do you want Legolas.'' she seethed, lips curled into a snarl as she headed into the forest.

He only followed, not seeming to get the memo that she wanted to be left alone, ''I came to see what the big deal was.'' he stated, hands behind his back as he walked at a leisurely pace, seeming to be in no hurry at all. She slowed her steps, daring to look at him before asking, ''What do you mean?'' The air around quickly became filled with tension, causing her to start holding her breath in hopes of not marring his face, the only asset, she believed he had that would get him far in life.

''Oh you know, the cave goblin.'' he said, breaking the tension into a boiling rage, ''He is not a goblin! He's a cave elf!'' she whispered angrily, fist clenching and about to fist his balls this time. Legolas only laughed, ''That is what they consider themselves, elves, but one wrong move and their true nature springs forth. Kinda like you when your throwing a tantrum.'' he said and this time, easily dodged the leather clad foot headed for his crotch.

''You know nothing.'' she spat, and grabbed his manboob, twisting it painfully and causing him to shriek like girl. ''Well what do you know about him?'' he asked, rubbing his chest and soothing the pain. Normally she would have been able to think of something to retaliate, but thinking about it, she really didn't know him. She didn't know what he liked, what he wanted in the future, so she opted for saying something she did know about him, ''He's handsome, kind, sweet, treats women like an equal, and he wait-why are you laughing?'' she growled, seeing Legolas actually smiling, light chuckles bursting forth. In all honesty, his smile really was a lot nicer then the tall, dark haired elf's, and his laughter sent a bubble in her stomach to pop into a million other bubbles. Which then those bubbles would pop and she eventually found his smile and laughter contagious. Trying so hard not to, and completely and utterly failing, she slowly smiled and began to laugh as well, ''Come on, what's so funny?'' she asked, her own giggles springing up and tangling with his own.

''Him? Handsome? Come on! He can scare away into fear an entire army with that face of his!'' he said between fits of laughter, holding his stomach and looking over at Shadow. Her lips were curled into a smile and she gave a nod, ''Actually, your right.'' she said, looking around before grabbing his shirt and pulling him down to kiss his lips, leaving Legolas dumbfounded. ''That's for making me laugh, I haven't laughed in a long time.'' she said and turned, heading back through the Mirkwood gates.