Delicate

INITIAL DRAFT/IDEA SPECIAL CHAPTER

THIS IS LIKE THE WHOLE OUTLINE I HAD SO IT'S NOT AS DETAILED BUT MAIN POINTS ARE THERE LOL

A set of footsteps patter down the halls as (y/n) runs down the long hallway with a giggle escaping her lips, making her way to a room she quickly heads inside and shuts the door, hearing the elder elf assigned as her tutor calling her name trying to find her to lead her to the library.

Hearing more voices approaching and the doorknob turning with a squeak  she hastily ducks into the closet as quietly as she can. She covered her mouth to stifle a laugh, "Come out, (y/n) i know you're in there." came a familiar voice, it was Legolas, her long term childhood friend.

He shuts the door behind him."Why are you hiding in my closet?"

His childhood friend pokes her head out and grins sheepishly while putting a finger to her lips, "shh!!"

"What are you doing in my room?" He crosses his arms over his chest, his fingers drumming against his elbow.

She rushed over and placed a hand on his mouth just as she hears a pair of footsteps run pass the room, she breathed out a sigh of relief and releases him with a grin, "hey?" She says breathlessly.

Legolas raises his eyebrows, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "And why are you hiding in my room with me?" he asks with an innocent look on his face. He moves out of the way of (y/n)'s hand, but not without the barest hint of amusement on his features.

"I'm running away from madam Laerune, my tutor" she sighs.

"Madam Laerune?" Legolas echoes, arching an eyebrow. "Have you been misbehaving again?" He says, with barely concealed smugness. "One would think you'd know better by now."

"I have not!" She says with a mock gasp, "I am a noble elf, i wouldn't dare pull a small prank on her that involved flour and getting her covered." She grinned mischievously.

"But what if you were forced to?" Legolas grins mischievously. "What if the flour were, say, dumped upon her entirely by accident?" He raises an eyebrow, his mouth curling into a small smirk. "I would hate to see you humiliated by such an accident if ypu didn't cause it," he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "So perhaps you'd best stay in here for a bit longer. Just to be safe, of course."

"Oh you know me too well, my friend," she placed a hand on her forehead and sighed dramatically.

"Ah, but of course," Legolas grins. "It is of utmost importance that no accidental flour-based disasters occur." He pauses, his finger tapping along his chin as he considers. "Actually," he says, furrowing his brow. "How does one obtain large quantities of flour anyway?" He asks, raising an eyebrow. "I am...well, curious."

"I may or may not have bribed the kitchen chef with a new recipe." She grins, blinking up at him innocently, "I have not, by any means."

"Oh, I would never accuse you of such a thing," Legolas grins, his eyes sparkling with barely concealed mirth. "After all, you are an upstanding noble elf who would never even consider such a thing."

His voice drips with sarcasm, and he smirks at her. "So, out of curiosity," he says, leaning against the wall. "Where did one put all this flour?"

She coughed, but a scream rang through the castle from the study where she was supposed to be tutored just down the hall, "Who put flour on top of the door!! I'm all covered!!" The voice, Madam Laerune yelled, (y/n) turned to face him, "thats ah.. that's my cue to leave," she opens one of his windows, her dress flowing as she jumped out nimbly, landing in the garden and giving him a small wave before putting a finger to her lips as a sign to keep quiet about this.