Imagine requested by DarkenedRose4 ; Imagine you and Thranduil hate each other, but you end up sparring. Of course you win.

It was Saturday again, the day that you would train your pupils. This was also the day you were the least excited to go to the training field.

The king had gifted your class with new weapons and everyone thought that you would be excited about it. Yet, you weren't. Even your pupils weren't happy about the new weapons. And no one understood why.

The reason, however, was simple. You had made the weapons they had been training with up until today.

Throughout the whole Mirkwood Kingdom, you were known as the best sword-maker there was. You were the one who had created the swords for hystorical battles in the past. The one who had made the sword for the army in this era.

This also lead to everyone looking up at out. No one wanted to come on your bad side. The whole kingdom also knew about your skills with your own creations. Many parents came to you to ask you to train their child. It was called an honor to be trained by you.

So, it was quite insulting of Thranduil to give your class swords of another smithy behind your back. Was he implying that your swords hadn't been good enough?

He didn't even let his son train in your class. The king had said that there were 'better' mentors in his kingdom. Legolas had yet to be trained. Because even after ten years had the king not found a better mentor then you.

Even though he didn't like you, he had to admit that it was hard to find someone else who possessed the same skills. Only Legolas had heard him say this out loud once because he was hiding in his adad's closet.

When the children of your class spotted you on the hill, they came running at you with their new weapons. You sighed deeply. You would have to act excited because it was a gift from the king. It was rude to be anything but thankful for the gifts.

Why he had gifted them was still a mystery to you.

'(Y/N)! Look at our new swords, they are not as good as yours used to be!' '(Y/N)! I think I can break mine if someone glares at it!' 'Do we have to use these?' 'I want my old sword back!'

You raised your hands to silence the children. Gently, you accepted one of the swords and inspected the work from the other smithy. It was truly terrible work. Someone would get hurt if they used this. And it wasn't just the enemy.

'I have brought our old swords along with me. We can practice with them' you said.

The children cheered and followed you back to the training field.

They grabbed their old swords, threw the new ones to the side and waited for you to tell them what to do.

You stood in front of them with your hands behind your back. 'Today, we will first practice on your stance while performing the basic swipe. Let me see and I will correct you if neccesarry.' As your pupils practiced, you walked around them to give them some hints.

But you had trained them well. They didn't need much instruction in this basic position.

'Great job everyone! Let's continue to the more difficult s-'

'I see you have started early today. And here we thought that we were on time for my son to start with the rest of your class.'

You closed your eyes in annoyance.

The class giggled as they saw who was approaching. This would be good.

'King Thranduil. I am sorry to inform you that my class has been full for the last four months. If you want to enroll Legolas, you will have to wait for at least another year. Many more children are waiting' you said.

The king smirked. 'Then I am Lucky I am the king. Surely you have a spot left for the prince of Mirkwood.'

You shook your head. 'I don't know. Class is still full. And if Legolas would make it into my class then that would be because of his skills and because he is a great pupil instead of the fact that he is your son.'

'Maybe you should remember your place, throw those old swords away, grab the new ones and teach my son with them' he hissed.

'And maybe the king should come off of his high horse and stop acting like he owns this forest and all it's residents!'

'I am the king of Mirkwood'

'Mirkwood belongs to nature, not to any elf'

A silence fell on the field as you stared each other down. Legolas had gone to stand with your pupils for a better view. He had seen you and his father arguing before but it was still interesting to him.

'The swords are not of good quality. Mine are. We don't practice with them' you said.

'They are. I will show you.'

You both grabbed a sword. The king grabbed his new sword that he just picked up. You grabbed your old sword. It had served you well through two wars already. The sword wouldn't fail you against a snobby elven king.

The children stood back to make more room for you.

The first clash of swords could already be heard from the other end of Mirkwood.

'Who do you think will win this?' a girl from Legolas' right asked quietly.

'Do you really think the king has a chance?' a boy asked in return.

'No, I don't think so. I think (y/n) will beat him easily' Legolas answered.

Several eyes looked his way.

'Aren't you the prince?' one of the children asked confused.

Legolas nodded. 'I know my father and (y/n) very well. That's why I know he doesn't stand a chance.'

Just as he said that, you jumped up so that you were hovering above Thranduil. As you came back to earth, you pointed your sword down at his chest.

Too late did the king reacted but not too late to avoid being impaled. Your sword cut through his gown. Luckily for him did he wear something beneath it.

Thranduil narrowed his eyes. There was a fierceness in your eyes that he had not seen there before. That was something he would like to see more often.

You didn't take the time to react to him. It was a battle and in battle you couldn't afford to lower your guard for even a few seconds. And that was what the king was doing now.

You ran up to him with your sword ready in your hand.

The king was waiting for you to come to him. Which was another mistake on his part. This way you were able to built up speed and use it against him. The impact would only be greater this way.

Many of your pupils closed their eyes so they wouldn't have to witness their king losing to you. The less witnesses there were, the better it would be.

The sound of shattering glass had them all looking up in shock.

They found you standing in front of the king with a triumphant smile on your lips.

The king was dumbfounded. His sword lay in pieces at his feet. Had you been right about the swords after all?

'You broke my sword' he said in astonishment. The power that radiated from your eyes surprised him. So this was the fierce warrior that was hidden behind your soft exterior. That was interesting.

You smirked. 'I told you, my king. Now, if you don't mind, I would like to continue training my pupils. Their parents pay me to train them so it would be a shame if I would waste more time on you.'

You turned around on your heels, telling your pupils it was time to follow you.

Legolas hurried towards his father. 'Are you alright adad? That didn't last that long' the prince said.

Thranduil laughed.'No, it didn't son. Do you see that?' He was looking at your form as you walked away from him.

Legolas followed his father's eyes. 'Aye, that is (y/n). Why?'

One of the girl pupils came running back with two swords in her hands. She handed one to Legolas and one, to his surprise, to Thranduil.

'(Y/N) says that Legolas can join our class. And that you need to follow class, king Thranduil. Though you will need to start at the bottom like everyone else' she explained.

Thranduil bowed his head to Legolas's surprise.

'Son, I can't explain it to you right no. In time you will understand that certain people will sometimes bring us to our knees. And then, we will see them in a different light.'