Sitting astride a horse, Legolas kept squinting in the direction of Tauriel. She always caught his eye: belligerent, brave... Beautiful.

But she didn't like him. Well, rather, she liked him... As a friend. No more.

He needed to take his mind off these feelings and let them go.

Looking in your direction, he caught your sly look on himself.

You knew that he liked the red-haired warrior and made fun of him for it.

Legolas wasn't angry. He couldn't be mad at you at all.