So just because I'm an asshole, I'm making this LegolasxOC one shot. And if this gets enough positive reviews and favorites I will turn it into a full length series. So show some love for this if you enjoy it! Please don't be super anal about my inexperience in the world of The Hobbit and LOTR. You will find out that I don't care about the invisible and obvious lines between characters. If I make one character hate another that's because I want them that way!

"Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!" Ethiereal thought to herself.

Tauriel came at her with all her strength; she could feel her raw energy through her body when their blades clashed. She blocked her attacked as fast as she could, her muscles tensed painfully from the force of the blows. They both had something to prove, King Thranduil and Prince Legolas watched from their gilded thrones above the arena. A few hundred showed up for the fight, above the uproar of cheering they could hear elves placing bets on them. Fighting with short swords, there was more room for disarming and hand to hand combat. Tauriel being the captain of the guard and Ethiereal being her right hand, they were both impossibly skilled killers. Both evenly matched. This wasn't for some title or a prize; this was merely a training session spurred on by their ranks. The way it worked is if either trainee got their opponent in three killing positions they would win the training session. And so far Tauriel had a two kill streak, one more and Ethiereal was done.

"What's the matter, Ethiereal? Has your mind drifted off into those fantasies of yours again?" Tauriel teased.

She lunged forward with her sword, attempting to spear Ethiereal but was unsuccessful when she blocked the attack. The elvish metal screaming against each other making sparks fly for a moment. Before Tauriel could remove her blade Ethiereal's arm swung down onto her wrists and her grip on the weapon weakened. Allowing Ethiereal to grab her weapon and throw it to the wall. Then Ethiereal's blade came down to her head and stopped just before contact was made.

"One!" She shouted.

Bringing her blade up once more she threw her own weapon to the side and leapt at Tauriel who was stunned by her speed. Tauriel's fists came out, hoping that one would land on her face. Ethiereal blocked every attack and through the blurry of flying fists was able to land a hard punch into Tauriel's chest briefly knocking the wind from her. She grabbed her by the shoulders and forced her back to her front and got her in a head lock and squeezed.

"Two!" She shouted again.

Tauriel's head suddenly slammed hard into Ethiereal's face and she completely let go of her. But by the time she was able to recover, Tauriel half grabbed her by the back of her hair and half by her armor and used all her strength and momentum to pull Ethiereal over her head and onto her back rendering her completely vulnerable. She felt the sharp sting of a blade hard against her neck, opening her eyes to the pain she saw Tauriel's beautiful face over her and she whispered-.

"Three."

The crowd roared in utter delight for Tauriel's win. She raised her dagger to the crowd and they cheered louder. She looked to the king and prince and bowed. Tauriel extended her hand to Ethiereal and she took it. She pulled her up, gods the felt weak from that fight. Tauriel smiled at her and the two warriors embraced.

"You fought well." She said into her ear.

"Thank you, as did you, like always."

Ethiereal looked towards her king and prince and bowed. When she looked back up she saw Legolas applauding and smiling at her. The same could not be said for Thranduil, he just stared at her with what seemed indifference. But he nonetheless nodded to her. Ethiereal moved the loose strands of ebony hair out of her face and tucked it behind her ear. She could already feel the bruises forming on her forehead and wrists. Their breathing finally coming back to normal. Thranduil then stood up and stared down at us both. We both assumed our attention stances and stared back at him expressionlessly. With a flick of his wrist, it was their queue to turn around and march into the hallway that lead back into the armory and prep room. Once they were out of sight they were both able to take a deep breath of relief.

"You got cocky, Ethiereal. Do that in battle, and you are sure to die an unworthy death. You must learn to suppress that urge to parade yourself."

"I cannot help the urge to become confident when I so obviously stunned the great captain of the guard." Ethiereal said with laughter in her voice.

"You sound like Legolas. But yes, I do give you that. You did surprise me again, but I do not think you impressed Thranduil."

"You know I don't care much for impressing him. He's hardly impressed with anything let alone some half bred elleth with an attitude problem on the battlefield. I could've had you, you know? If you hadn't head-butted me into submission."

The two shared a laugh. It was a gift that they were able to get along so well.

"Still, I do not think that Thranduil's shortness with you has anything to do with you being half Silvan and Eldar."

"Really? Because that's all I think he sees in me is my Silvan blood."

There was a moment of pause in conversation as the two awkwardly glanced at each other.

"I know that's what he thinks about you anyway. He doesn't approve of Legolas growing closer to you because you are Silvan."

Tauriel shrugged.

"Between you and I my beloved Tauriel, I think you are more Eldar and Avari than he will ever be." Ethiereal said to her.

Tauriel giggled at the idea. And embraced her friend.

"Well after that fight, you still need some more practice. I want you in that arena tomorrow, we will see how many waves enemies you can take."

"Fine, but I will beat you tomorrow."

Tauriel started walking off down the other hallway that exited into the grand hall of Mirkwood.

"I never said you'll be fighting me tomorrow." She called back cryptically.