A/N: This will be a fem!Legolas/Aragorn fanfiction taking place in a semi-AU. Reviews and constructive criticism are greatly appreciated whereas flamed will simply not be tolerated. Enjoy the story.

Deep in the lush forests where the Silvan elves of Mirkwood resided in, three cloaked figures galloped their way through the trees. Behind them, multiple creatures consisting of orcs, uruk-hai and whatnot, were chasing after them endlessly. Above their heads, spiders of different sizes were hiding in the shadows, waiting for their opportunity to catch their prey.

"Aragorn, hurry," urged one of the hooded figure. "We're at a disadvantage here. There's too many of them."

"I know, you two go on ahead! Quickly!"

"What!?" hissed Elrohir. "Are you out of your mind!? Aragorn, there's no way we can leave you here. You're our little brother!"

"He's right," Elladan said firmly. "Either we escape or we stay."

"Then we fight."

"Alright, but be on your guard. There are giant spiders lurking in the shadows as well. No doubt they are waiting for the orcs and uruk-hai to weaken us before they snatch their prey. We will make it through this. We have to. Lord Elrond is depending on us."

At that, the three of them nodded at each other before leaping off their horses. Simultaneously, Elladan and Elrohir skilfully fired their arrows at the monsters while Aragorn slashed and kicked at them. Gradually, they managed to clear the forest paths and the spiders were no exception for they were eliminated by the twins effortlessly. As the battle continued on, they were getting tired from the fight.

"Aragorn," gasped Elrohir as he saw the creature aiming for his brother's neck. "Behind you!"

The said man quickly whirled around, his grey eyes widening as he took in the sight of a spider opening its mouth, ready to chew his head off; and all of a sudden, the creature wailed in pain as a long silver dagger was flung in its direction, killing it instantly as it was stabbed in the neck.

Aragorn heaved a sigh of relief, releasing the breath that he was holding just a second ago. His dark irises followed the path in which the dagger came from, only to land his gaze on the most beautiful person – elf – ever.

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She walked to him, the man who she had saved a couple of moments ago. Legolas Greenleaf tilted her head slightly. He was… Her pink lips twitched downwards for she could not decipher what she felt about him. There was something about him… Her cerulean hues trailed, noting broad shoulders, sturdy frame, dark and unkempt hair, and his grey eyes.

"Legolas," she blinked as a familiar voice caught her attention. "Thank you for saving our little brother."

Turning to her right, a gasp escaped her as she saw her beloved twins from her childhood. She had cried and locked herself in her room when they left for home, leaving her all alone in Mirkwood and King Thandruil at a loss.

"Elladan! Oh, and Elrohir too!"