Everything in italics is Sindarin

(Y/n)'s brows furrowed, as her uncle suddenly stopped and turned to look at her, now that they were away from the man. The Mirkwood prince placing his hands on her shoulder. The look on his face suggesting that he was far from pleased; but that his displeasure was not aimed at her.

"Uncle.........?"

"What happened? Did he touch you.......?" Legolas asked. The furrow in (Y/n)'s brow getting deeper

"What.......? No, no, well, we did bump into one another and he helped me up from the floor; but other than that..........I had just finished speaking with uncle Bilbo, and I was coming to find you as he told me that Frodo was here, and would like to go and see him. I wasn't looking where I was going and, as I said, I bumped into him. I didn't even get a chance to apologise or ask his name, before you appeared.........." The princess explained, as her uncle looked her up and down; finally appearing happy with her appearance and explanation, as he released her shoulders and once again placed her hand in the crook of his arm, before continuing on their way.

"Uncle.........?"

"Hmmmm.....?"

"Who was that man, and why do you not want me talking to him?" (Y/n) enquired. Her confusion only remaining as the Mirkwood prince stopped once again. A sigh leaving his lips, as he looked at her.

"The man is called Boromir. He is the oldest son of Denethor, the Steward of Gondor, and is the Captain of the White Tower. And I do not trust him with you. You are my sister's daughter, and while you are away from your parent's kingdom, it falls to me to watch over you. You are the Jewel of Erebor, (Y/n); more perfect than even the Arkenstone, and I will not allow anyone, or anything to harm you. We are kin, blood, and I would rather surrender my own life, than see anything happen to you........." Her uncle explained, as he took her hands. (Y/n) pulling away; not wanting to be angry at him; but she was tired of being wrapped up, as if she were some delicate creation, that at any moment might break. Aware that she was a princess, but she was a princess that dreamt of the kinds of adventures that her mother and father had undertaken, before she was born.

"Uncle, I am the daughter of Celeblaswen, one of the greatest fighters, to ever come from Mirkwood, with the blood of elven kings in my veins. I am of the line of Durin, descendant of the greatest dwarven lords; daughter of the one named Oakenshield, the King under the Mountain. And I am here to prove that I am as brave, that I am as strong as both my mother and father. That I am a force to be reconned with, in my own right; and having you 'save' me from a man that had done nothing more than help me from the floor, is not helping. I love you and grandfather more than you know; and I do understand that in your eyes, I am still little more than an elfling. But in the eyes of dwarves and of men, I am grown. Now if you will excuse me, I am going to find Frodo. You can tell Glóin and Gimli that I am fine, and I will be with them soon........." (Y/n) retorted, before she turned and walked off to find the dark-haired hobbit. Leaving her uncle to shake his head.

"That is what I am worried about........." Legolas whispered quietly. Shaking his head as he watched his defiant niece walk away, able to see both her mother and father in her, as she had spoken. It obvious that their stubbornness, had passed onto their beautiful daughter. The prince just thankful that (Y/n)'s sense of direction, was far better than that of her father. Sure, that she would find the hobbit without much issue. Legolas letting out another sigh, before he turned and made his way to find his niece's dwarven kin.

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(Y/n) couldn't ignore the anger building inside her. She hated the notion of being mad at Legolas, she had never been mad at him before, and she didn't want to be now; and she knew that all he was trying to do was protect her, but she didn't need protecting and he should know that. Between he and Kili, they had taught her use a bow, and even though she doubted that she would ever be as good as the elven prince, they had both told her, more than once, that she was a force to be reckoned with. And then there was Fili, who had taught her how to handle daggers, while Dwalin and had educated her in the ways of the axe, and her father had taught her the sword. So, if she could not protect herself from one mortal, now, when would she be able to. The princess taking a seat on a marble bench and letting out a sigh.

Before she had left Erebor, she had spoken to her mother; (Y/n) telling Celeblaswen that even though she loved her dwarven kin, she knew that she was not destined to spend her life in the Mountain. And given that Throndir was the heir, and would one day, be king; she wanted to prove herself in other ways. To show the whole of Middle-Earth that the princess of the Mountain; the one that was known by many, as its jewel, was more than a trinket, a pretty bauble to be wed off, to form some kind of alliance. And this was her chance; a chance to see the world, and perhaps even find the man that she could love, just as her mother had. (Y/n) always hoping that one day she would find a man, that was as wonderful as her father, and would love her, just as Thorin loved her mother. Celeblaswen simply smiling at her, and kissing her forehead, before telling her that she believed that she was right. Her mother allowing her to come to Erebor with her blessing. (Y/n) letting out a heavy sigh, knowing that she would have to apologise to her uncle, for the way that she had spoken. That she would do her best to make him see things from her point of view. For whether he liked it or not, whether Glóin and Gimli liked it or not, she was here in hopes of finding her destiny. But first.........first she would find Frodo.