You are Elrond's youngest heir, and the youngest and, to Legolas, the most irritating. From the first time you met at the ball, your beauty took his breath away, and now he was forced to endure your physical presence as well.

On an expedition together, after preparing everything, you asked for privacy to bathe in the nearby river. Legolas hesitated, warning that it was not a good idea, but his stubbornness spoke louder. He sighed as you walked away, knowing he couldn't always protect you.

A few minutes later, the sounds of a fight broke the serene air. Legolas' heart skipped a beat. As he approached, he recognized the figure of the goblin attacking you. Without hesitation, he fired a well-aimed arrow, which hit the center of the creature's skull, causing it to fall beside him.

"Are you well?" Legolas shouted, frustration appearing in his voice as he ran towards him.

"I was taking care of myself, thank you," you replied, with a defiant smile, even with the adrenaline still pumping. "I just didn't expect such a... warm welcome."

“Do you really think you can get into trouble and come out unscathed?!” He was stressed, tired not only from the trip, but from the feelings that grew inside him every day.

Legolas took a deep breath, trying to control his frustration. “Perhaps you should consider that not all dangers are visible. That includes my feelings for you."