I like my Lembas soft in the Morning (Legola...
Whilst travelling through the Mirkwood forest with Thorin and his companions, your quest is rudely interrupted by a platoon of elves. You initially harbour a deep distrust of the creatures, especially Legolas, the King's son, with his demeaning expressions, patronising mannerisms and infuriatingly perfect shoulder to waist ratio. As you find yourself having to spend more time with him, is it possible that these feelings could ever change?
A humour/romance fanfiction that spans from the middle of DoS to BoTFA and beyond.