Legolas Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Break for another 5 minutes until Uncle Jocelyn's youngest child walks up and challenges me. Legolas, 22 years old. Yes, we are the same age. I would say that Legolas is the type of person who thinks he has everything figured out. But sadly, no, instead, people found him the fastest. He is gullible when he tries to act tough. Like someone I once knew. "I figured out your strategy," Legolas smirked. I rolled my eyes. The truth is, I don't have any strategy when it comes to fighting. My body just moves accordingly. My grandmother called me a born warrior, whatever she meant, which I didn't mind.

“This Legolas is smarter than we think, he knew how to plant explosives and stay hidden. He could end up killing you, both of us.” She stayed rooted to where she stood. “I trust you and I know you won’t let that happen.” He turned to look at her. “You have way too much faith in me, I’m only a man. If you could see my face you’d know how scared I am.” “I don’t need to see your face, I can hear it in your voice.” “Let’s take a walk outside, we might as well start off by talking about you going to the gym and maybe some of the guards will hear us talking. Before we go is there anyone you might think of who could be a traitor?”