Author: theambernightingale
Fandom: LOTR
Pair: Legolas x Assassin!Reader
Requester: New-Identity
Summary: Y/N is an excellent assassin for many reasons such as her ability to kill quickly and quietly, her skill at unseen movement and her ability to remain untracked.
As an elite assassin, Y/N has taken contracts from nobles all over and has built up a web of contacts.
Her latest kill may have just led to her undoing...
Love at first sight AU!
Warnings: Character death
Other:
Y/N - Your Name
Y/L/N - Your Last Name
H/C - Hair Colour
H/L - Hair Length
S/C - Skin Colour
Y/R - Your Race

In this, you'll introduce yourself by the assassin name you earned over the years, because telling someone your real name is unrealistic and will result in death.*
Oh yeah, your assassin name is Princess Rainbow Unicorn.

I'm kidding - you're called Silencer or The Silencer.

Eomer called for a halt - there was something lying half in the nearby river, seemingly a Rohirric Rider as his horse - which stood on the bank - was vaguely familiar.
His men watched for trouble as their leader slipped down the muddy slope to inspect whoever was lying - probably dead - in the river.

The person groaned as Eomer turned him over.

–

'Tell me again how you found him.' Prompted Eowyn as she sat beside Theódred's weakening form, his cold hand in hers.

'Lying facedown in a river - it was more of a creek - with snapped orcish warheads in his back. The shafts were scattered over the pebbles a couple of metres away.'

At that moment, a servant informed Eowyn and Eomer that Theoden wished for their presences.
The siblings left for the main hall where they would soon forget all about Theóden and the servant who had told them the King wished for them.
Y/N waited for the pair to disappear before softly closing the door to Theóden's room and approaching the dying prince with medical supplies.

Carefully unwrapping Eowyn's fresh bandages, Y/N dabbed a little more poison into Theódred's wounds before changing the bandages out to make it seem like Eowyn had been the cause of her cousin's death.

–

Y/N watched from the rafters of the great hall as Gandalf Greyhame expelled the sorcerer Saruman from the mind of King Theoden. The Y/R almost felt that Theoden's Kingdom wouldn't be a bad place to live, but she had other problems. Lady Eowyn had discovered her cousin's dead body the morning after Y/N killed him and the King's Physicians were able to confirm that he had been poisoned.
On top of that, an all-powerful white wizard, an elf, a dwarf and a ranger of the North had just arrived to spoil Y/N's fun.

Worst of all those thing was the fact that Y/N was well and truly stuck. The beam she was on ran right over the heads of the guests and was the only one that didn't creak when she moved.
The beam to her right was unstable, the beam to her left creaked like a rusted hinge. The Assassin was forced to stay where she was until nightfall, but the fates weren't favouring her at all.

In truth, she fell asleep on the beam and woke up to voices and sunlight cascading over her.
She had slept right through the night.
The throne room was occupied by two guards, the King and his four guests who were potentially the five people Y/N really didn't need to be caught by.
Very carefully and slowly, the Assassin began to stretch so she wasn't stiff if she had to make an escape.
While Y/N's bones had never really clicked or cracked loudly when she was warmed up, they made positively ear-shattering cracks when she wasn't warm.

Naturally, her right wrist locked itself and then clicked so loudly it frightened the Assassin into nearly jumping off her beam.
The Elf looked up right at her while the others took a few moments of looking to spot the figure wrapped around the beam.
Gandalf called out to Y/N, telling her he had seen her so she could come out now.
On any novice, this would have worked.
Y/N, being a master assassin, wasn't a fool and knew that trackers used the tactic of calling that they had found someone to make them come out of hiding and be caught. The assasssin stayed still and silent, not daring to move until a smooth, calm voice spoke.

'I'm an elf, I can see you. Come down before I shoot you.'

Cursing under her breath, Y/N evaluated the situation.
To her right lay an unstable beam, to her left a creaky one. Beyond the left were three safe beams before the wall and a high window. Beyond the high window was a drop onto twenty metres of rocky ground and a ten foot wooden palisade to scale. After the palisade came rock-climbing her way down to the plains and making her getaway on foot.

The Y/R stood on her beam, dusting her hands with powdered bone from a little sack before making her first jump, the eyes of the room below her watching every move the assassin made.
The elf first caught on to what Y/N was doing as she unsheathed a throwing knife and sent it spinning end-over-end into the window, shattering it just before she made her jump through it.
The Assassin free-fell for a split second before she took control of her fall and landed in a neat roll, jolting her shoulder as she dashed across the twenty metre gap, taking the wooden palisade at a run to latch onto the sharpened wood at the top.
She didn't waste any time in swinging herself over the wood to drop onto a tiny stone ledge before dusting her hands again and making her way down the rocks, taking more caution here as she knew Gandalf and his fellows would be out for her blood on horseback within the hour.

Not foolish enough to hide amongst the rocks, Y/N kept steadily climbing backwards and praising whichever god gifted her with an excellent head for heights.
Looking down, Y/N found it was only a three metre drop before she hit the ground and could sneak back into the city before men on horseback were sent out after her.

-

Three days with no food and just water rewarded Y/N with her perfect opportunity to escape as the entirety of the city was being evacuated - for what reason she didn't care to wonder - and left totally unguarded.
Perched upon a blunted part of the wooden palisade, Y/N watched the steady stream of citizens as they left the gates surrounded by Rohirric Riders.
Not one for wasting opportunities, Y/N dropped from her perch and rolled to stop her ankles from snapping, jolting her shoulder again as she ghosted through the long grass of the rolling moors, disappearing entirely as nature simply swallowed her up.

Logic dictated that Y/N should loop back around and make for the Fangorn Forest and attempt to hide in Isengard, but need of a ride directed the Assassin to follow the snaking line of villagers as Orcs were bound to attack them sooner or later.
By the time Y/N arrived at the battlefield, there weren't many riders left as the threat had almost been dealt with.
Being an excellent shot with a river stone came in handy at last as Y/N picked up a smooth pebble on the ground at whipped it overhead at a still rider, the missile hitting his helmet at high speeds and knocking him out cold, leaving his horse free to Y/N who gladly stole the mount and dug her heels into its sides, spurring the steed into a gallop towards the border with Gondor - and the residence of her contractors.