#mf19

Série B501

Legolas' Point Of View.

Legolas walked through the corridors and twisting paths of his home, anxiously pacing to take his mind off things. Thranduil had been angry at him for letting the prisoner go, and in his anger, had forbidden Legolas from leaving the Mirkwood halls.

The other elvish guards had also been quarantined, but Legolas could not help but feel that his father's orders were because of himself.

Now he had nothing to do but pace around aimlessly, trying to quell the growing sense of nervousness in his gut. He hadn't seen Tauriel since the morning that he had lost his temper at her, and he was desperate to apologise.

He had been unduly angry with her, and she hadn't deserved it. The stress of the increasing threat of the spiders from the North coupled with the confusion he felt towards that human girl had caused him to be irritable.

After his talk with Thranduil, Legolas had walked up to Tauriel's chambers, but had not found her. He then travelled back down to his own chambers, but she was not there either. Now he was aimlessly pacing the corridors, hoping to see her walk past somewhere. He wondered where she could have gone. It made no sense.

Unless...

No...

She couldn't...

But yes she could. If anyone was to sneak out of the castle to go on a hunting trip, it would be her. Legolas quickly grabbed his bow from the floor and took off towards the nearest exit.

He ran on silent feet through the twists and turns of Mirkwood, keeping well out of sight of any guards, before reaching a large, closed gate.

"No-one may pass," stated the burly, elvish guard, a long spear held in one hand.

Legolas sighed. It was typical bad luck to get what he and Tauriel called a 'blockhead' guard. All brawn and no brain made for a good footsoldier, but a terrible general. Legolas knew that he would have a tough time trying to get past this one.

Taking a breath to mask his annoyance, he walked up to the man, who stood at least a head taller than him.

"I'm assuming you recognise me?" Legolas asked icily, trying to look as intimidating as he could. It was tricky, considering the fact that the guard was twice his size.

"Yes, I do," responded the guard, shuffling his feet, but keeping eye contact, "But I have my orders, your majesty..."

"I am aware of that." Legolas interrupted, getting annoyed, "However I have a friend who left on a hunting trip, and I wish to assist her."

"The king has ordered me to-"

"Lady Tauriel is one of the best fighters in this realm." Legolas butted in, his fists clenching in anger.

"Then surely she'll be fine until she comes back-"

"IF she comes back." Legolas snapped, finally losing control, "And who do you think my father will blame if I wasn't there to assist her in fighting those beasts?"

The guard stopped, and Legolas sighed, pratically watching the rusty cogs in his primitive brain work it out.

"You will assist her then come straight back?" asked the guard, not wanting to face the wrath of Thranduil.

"You have my word," assured Legolas, as the guard unlocked the large mahogany doors and allowed the elvin prince to walk out onto the stone bridge outside.

Legolas had managed to get out, now he just had to find Tauriel in the mass of forest before him.

Fabulous.

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"I thought you were an orc," admitted Tauriel, lowering her bow from Legolas' chest.

He had managed to find her, standing on the edge of a cliff, the light breeze blowing her auburn hair out of her face. Legolas had sneaked up on her.

"If I were an orc," he answered, walking towards her, "You would be dead."

She smirked at him, and he smiled.

"I apologise for the way I spoke to you this morning," he continued, "I was tired, and stressed. It was unfair of me to take it out on you."

Tauriel dismissed his apology with a wave of her hand.

"It's alright, Legolas, you're worried about her. I understand"

Legolas froze.

"I... what?"

"That human girl? You only lost your temper when I mentioned her, Legolas." Tauriel explained, a small smile appearing at the corner of her mouth.

"That's ridiculous." scoffed Legolas.

"Then I suppose you don't want to join me in following those orcs to Laketown?" Tauriel teased, "You know, because you don't care about what happens to her..."

"You're going to Laketown?" asked Legolas, shocked that Tairiel would disobey his father's direct orders.

"Yes." she replied, fiddling with a small dagger in her hand, "I have no fondness for dwarves, but I do not wish for them to die..."

Legolas smirked to himself. He had noticed the way in which Tauriel looked at the younger dwarf, the black-haired archer. If she wished to deny it to herself, so be it.

"Fine. I shall go with you." he answered, trying to stop his heart from jumping as he thought about the prospect of meeting the human girl again. He hoped that she had managed to find her way successfully to Laketown. He had sent her along a path that would cause her to run into Johnny Shawn, the old boat-salesman. If his plan had worked, she would have hired a boat, and arrived at Laketown by now.

Tauriel nodded, a knowing smile on her face, and began running, quickly followed by Legolas, towards the lake.