Prologue

Legolas x OC

In a hole in the ground there lived a Hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort. However, this is not the story of the Hobbit who lived in that hole (though it has a lot to do with him) nor is it the story of his heir (of whom it has even more to do with), this is the story of a Theif and the archer who loves her so.

(Somewhat enemies to lovers? Slow burn. Forbidden love)