#Legolas reader insert

[shrubdaddy]

elucidative | l.greenleaf

↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: elucidative |. /ih-loo-si-deyt/ | verb | to make lucid especially by explanation or analysis | y/n is only a little dumb

⇢ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: legolas x reader

⇢ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff

⇢ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: none

⇢ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.1k

a/n: Hiii - Sorry I've been MIA - work has been a bit more hectic and I've been having a hard time finding time to write! I could not stop thinking about the Bridgerton scene with Charlotte and George. Lightly inspired by @reality-warp 'Rávamë’s Bane Trilogy', quite literally one of my all-time fave fics and authors in this fandom and is a literal queen in world and character building so check out her fics if you haven't already!

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“Manwë’s breath, how much higher can this wall get?”

Reaching for yet another tendril of the vines climbing up the wall, you attempt to climb higher up the stone wall.

It was a precarious situation — one in which you did not expect to be but were not entirely surprised to find yourself in.

You scaled the stone walls attempting to reach the top of the wall to escape yet another suitor. With flowing sleeves laced with snagged threads and leaves woven into your hair, you don’t quite know how long you’ve been attempting your half-scattered escape plan. At this moment, all you knew was that you’d been in this dreaded courtyard for over an hour and you would not be waiting another minute to be trapped and shackled for the next “prince” to come around.

As a ward of Lord Glorfindel, you were of course expected to adhere to the life of a lady in every way possible. You’ve studied every subject, attended every lesson from etiquette and mannerisms to reading and writing in Khuzdul, and attended each and every dreadful social event your father has encouraged.

Feeling your grip falter yet again, you stumble backward and glare at the very metaphoric yet also a very real wall in front of you.

You have always strived to be the perfect daughter in every way possible. However, in regard to love and courtship, you refuse to follow the ancient, decrepit tradition. Between the many years of dodging conversations and offers of marriage, you’ve reached way past the age of courtship, spending many years avoiding each and every suitor thrown your way.

Rather than bubbling with excitement, you felt the fear of the unknown settle in. Having so much to live for and not enough time to experience, you think of your time spent with the twins and the Rangers of the North — time spent traveling, exploring, and living.

You remember joining the twins and meeting Aragorn… meeting Legolas. He was an elven ranger you befriended through Aragorn. He was strong and sturdy, and for a moment you thought you were in love. The camp up North was a place where not many talked of their past but where they all focused on the present. It was a simple life but it was the life you were able to create for yourself.

Lost in the thoughts of the slow spiral of your sanity, you didn’t hear the footsteps coming up behind you as you reached yet again for the closest, protruding stone on the wall —

“What in the world are you doing?”

Without turning to even see who it is, you let go of one hand waving your intruding guest away.

“Please mind your own business, sir. You can escort yourself out — possibly, somewhere that is anywhere but here.”

You continue your ascent without a second thought but slipped down the wall as stone slowly tore up your hands. Stepping back, you place your hands on your hips and take a look at the growing annoyance in front of you. This stupid wall.

You hear an exasperated sigh behind you and felt someone lightly, grab your shoulder, pulling you from behind.

“Excuse me, sir. But you will unhand or you risk losing your… Legolas?”

Turning around, you were shocked by the familiar face of someone you were completely and utterly infatuated with over the past couple of years. Paralyzed and flustered, you couldn’t help but notice how clean and ethereal — you have never seen him this clean before; his muddied boots were somehow clean and the ragged pants you were so used to was exchanged for a less holey look. Somehow these fit even better. You feel your eyes gaze up but froze — you were staring too long.

“Lose my what?” he asked with a little smug grin.

“Nothing! Absolutely nothing. On the contrary, you can keep everything… It was nothing…” you rambled as you quickly turned around.

You hear him step a bit closer, coming behind you on your side to examine the wall you were so desperately climbing less than a second ago.

“What in Arda are you doing here, Y/n?” he said with his curious, blue eyes. Though a few feet away, just his presence causes your mind to go in a scramble.

“Me? What are you doing here?” you exasperated. Fiddling with your hands, you begin pacing back and forth, pretending to examine every bit of the wall, looking anywhere but him.

Look anywhere but his eyes, Y/n. That is how we’ll survive his cursed beauty.

“You are climbing a wall. If anyone should be questioned, it is you,” he bit back.

You quickly move your shoulder to release his grip and turn around.

“First of all, I live here. Second of all, please do mind your business, Legolas. I am quite a bit … oof … I’m quite a bit busy here. and I’m running out of time.”

Stepping towards the wall, you begin to attempt to climb yet again. If anything, it was to break free from his distracting grip on your body. Ignoring the growing warmth on your cheeks, you couldn’t help but notice how large and warm his hand was and how one touch made you feel like hot honey dripping down your body.

Shaking off the startling moment, you were determined to leave. And even he could not stop you.

“What in the world are you doing?”

“Nothing.”

“You’re doing something.”

“I am not”

“Yes… you quite obviously are are.”

“I am n o t.”

“Yes… you are,” he said firmly.

Relenting — you turn back around to face him. Beautiful face and all. You notice how his head is turned slightly down, his eyebrows furrowing just the slightest beginnings of a small smirk staring down at you.

“Fine,” you relented. “If you must know, I am trying to figure out the best way to climb over this disgustingly high wall and escape this dreaded meeting with this so-called ‘prince.’”

“You’re trying to what? With who? Whatever for?”

“Well, the first thing — hmph …” you grunt as you turn back around to attempt to climb for the fifth time in a row. “The first thing is that my dearest father has been parading me around to different suitors, a Lord here, a Duke there — and now, um, it’s apparently another ‘prince’.”

You take a step back because rather than focusing on climbing, you feel a sense of frustration overcome you. The situation of late has finally dug its claws into you... feeling a greater weight on your shoulder than you have originally led yourself to believe. You feel him standing behind you — the burning intensity of his stare on your back.

“No one has spoken of him… no one has spoken of this so-called Prince of Mirkwood?” You continued, “What if he has the personality of a gremlin and the looks of a troll? The Valar knows the little patience I have for men.”

“Gremlins and trolls aside — does what he looks he really matters to you? ” he asked.

“No… Of course not. It’s the not knowing and the fact that I do not know him or his heart that I do not like.

You take a step back to take a look once more at the wall in front of you. Glaring with all of your might, in hopes that your internal rage can burst a whole through these dreaded walls.

“Y/n —you must know... “ Legolas began.

Your eyes run through all the nooks and cranny’s vine-covered stone beast, ignoring Legolas’s words for only a second. There it is. A protruding stone just two feet away from the top. You found one last way you have yet to try.

“Thank the Valar! I think I found a way.”

You walk towards the wall once again, mapping out the new path of vines and protruding stones.

“I think if I can just reach this stone I can lift myself up! If you lift me just a little, I believe I can reach that vine and use these stones to climb up,” you said excitedly.”

“You want me to lift you up… so that you may… escape?”

“Yes, obviously. Did you not hear of threatening the gremlin-troll prince? Please, Legolas.”

“Your father will know that you are missing? The twins have just arrived as well?”

“Those are tomorrow’s problems, Legolas. The prince will be coming today,” you whined.

As you begin your ascent, you feel your foot slipping from the stone. Despite this, you stretched your hand above your head to grab the vine. As you reached, you feel the stone beneath your foot crumble and in a matter of seconds you find yourself falling.

“Lego—”

“Y/n,” he cuts you off. “I have no intention of helping you escape.”

Standing a little too close, you can feel the warmth emanating from his body. As you gaze up to his face, you see he’s wearing an emerald green tunic, soft and silky — something far nicer than the typical garb you always see him in.

“And why not? There is little time to —.”

Your finally glance up to look him in the eyes and —

“You’re wearing a crown,” you blankly stated.

Confused, you oh-so-slowly begin to piece the puzzle together.

“Yes, I am wearing crown,” a small grin appearing on his smugged face.

“Where in the world did you get a crown?”

“It was given to me,” he said as he looked around feigning boredom.

“By who?!” you retort.

“My father.”

“Your father? What does— is he like a king?”

“He is a king,” he said frankly.

“Which makes you a — “ you slowly piece the information together.

“A prince? Yes, a gremlin-troll prince to be exact,” he retorts with now a full grin and staring down at you.

“And you said nothing?” You frantically exclaimed.

“I figured you’d realize at some point,” he chuckled.

You stood there reflecting on all your life decisions at once. Every conversation, every hidden glance. He was a prince.

“I thought it was common knowledge and that you knew of my title,” he said quietly. “I apologize for not disclaiming it sooner.”

“So if what you’re saying is true…” you teased. “You just assume everyone thinks of you as royalty? That’s quite the assumption”

“Y/n, you know I did not mean it like that,” he groaned.

With a little giggle, you stepped away from him and asked “Should I call you, sir?”

“…Y/n, what?”

“Oh my, I’ve never bowed.” Your voice shifts into worry, “Is this grounds for beheading?”

“Y/n, no.”

“I should bow.”

“No— you should not.”

“I’ll bow.”

“Y/n — stop.”

“Please sir, I am merely a lowly peasant. Have mercy, your highness,” you exclaimed as you lower your head and drop into the deepest curtsy.

As he attempts to stop you, he reaches for your arm hoping to put an end to your jester.

As you back away and dodge, you look at him, batting your eyelashes, and cry “My liege, spare me from this punishment I only wish to live.”

Ears turning red with a desperate voice, he begs “Y/n, please.”

As you step back once more, he’s quicker this time and grabs your arm, pulling you close. your chest crushed against his, he drops one of his hands to your waist and the other to your back. You were so close you felt his breath caress your face. As you look up, you find him staring intently at you.

As you stare at each other, you couldn’t help but break into giggles over the preposterous situation. As you begin to giggle, he looks away trying to hold in his laughter, only to also laugh at the situation.

It felt nice — to feel free and silly, if only for a moment.

As both your laughter calms down, he looks back down at you asked, ”So what do you think of the gremlin-troll prince?”

“Nothing too horrid, he’s actually quite dashing,” you teased.

“Dashing, hmm?” he chuckled.

Unaware of everything around you, you were both startled to hear the courtyard doors open with footsteps following. Jumping from each other's arms, you separated a good distance away only for you to see your father and Elrond turn into the corner section you were standing in.

“Oh, good. You’ve met!”

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[edensrose]

may i request fluffy legolas x reader headcanons? thank you very much and have a lovely day!

( ❀ ) ˙ ˖ legolas ⠀〳 reader⠀ ❜࿔

· ⊰ synopsis. fluffy relationship headcanons with legolas

· ⊰ note. absolutely! have a great day too love 💕

( masterlist ) ( taglist form )

ʚ Legolas gives you little pecks. It’s one of his favourite things to do - be it your temple or your cheek or your forehead, also your nose He absolutely loves given you a small ‘boop’ of a kiss and watching your nose scrunch up a little 

ʚ Loves braiding your hair. He does it a lot when comforting you or simply when he has had a long day and wants nothing but to have you in his arms while he runs his fingers through your hair, braiding it in various styles and such 

ʚ On that note he’s usually the one to do your hair in the morning. Whether he gets you late because he begins aweing at you and pressing pecks all over your face is another story 

ʚ Such a big cuddler, after a long day he comes back, scoops you up regardless of what you may doing and tosses you to the bed before getting in beside you and snuggling you up into his embrace 

ʚ Has a knack for wanting to play tag with you. He’s not sure whether it’s your laughing as you run away from him or what but it’s one of his favourite activities with you 

ʚ Legolas calls you by a lot of nicknames, most notably of which would be “darling’’, sometimes he may call you “loth nin’’ ( my flower ) 

ʚ There are times he has tried to teach you archery. He’ll loop his arms around you and guide your hands with his. However, he can be a little shit at times and try to throw you off just before you shoot by either tickling your sides or pressing a kiss to your cheek 

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#— ꒰🌺꒱ 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐛𝐮𝐝𝐬 ៸៸ tolkien ❜‧₊ #legolas #legolas x reader #lotr #lord of the rings #the hobbit #tolkien #legolas reader insert #headcanon #writing

[ironmandeficiency]

the fellowship + romance

characters included: aragorn, boromir, gimli, legolas, pippin

word count: 1177

summary: just some soft shit bc these men are all sappier than any tree in the greenwood

a/n: there’s still an overwhelming lack of gimli content that needs to be fixed and i will do my part

aragorn 🗡️

aragorn’s quiet presence is the warmest blanket on a cold night, the first bite of a meal you slaved over for hours, every comfort you’ve ever experienced

he’s never been one for overwhelming displays of his affections; instead, he shows you in simple ways that add up - giving you the more full bowls of broth, laying his blanket over you if he notices you shivering during night watch, sharpening your weapons (this one had gimli nearly brought to tears by the devotion it spoke of), anything that helps your days pass easier

he grew up around stories of elves who committed astounding feats in the name of those they loved, fighting wars and risking their lives with alarming frequency. but none of them ever talked about the everyday ways they showed love. his mother taught him what she could about those things, stories of his father’s steady presence and stalwart love for his family. a young aragorn took these lessons to heart and used them when the time was right

it was why, when he caught his heart skipping beats around you, he let his actions do the speaking for him. without fail you would thank him with a soft smile, slowly coming to realize that aragorn felt something much deeper for you than camaraderie. when you woke up early one morning to find your weapons sharper than they were the day before (not for the first time), you went straight to aragorn and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek. he nearly dropped your bowl of stew in his flustered state

having your affections secured didn’t mean he stopped his small acts of kindness, it did quite the opposite. it just made him bolder and more confident in his actions

boromir 🍻

this man is so damn tactile it’s ridiculous

if you’re the cuddly type like he is, it makes him all the more eager to always have some form of physical contact with you, no matter where you may be

unless you tell him to back off, he is always touching you one way or another. a gentle hand on the small of your back, your pinkies interlocked, an arm wrapped around your shoulder, anything to keep you close to him

his favorite time of day eventually becomes the end of it, because that’s when he can hold you close and whisper soft words of love in your ear while he holds you. he makes it his goal to give you a goodnight kiss every night you spend together

the best cuddle position in his mind is you leaning your back against his chest, one of his hands resting on your hip where his thumb rubs small circles above the bone, and his chin resting on your shoulder just right to where he can turn his head to kiss your cheek or burrow his face into your neck

gimli 🛡️

valiantly is the best way to describe how gimli approaches any situation he comes upon, including (and especially) matters of the heart

this is a dwarf who says what he means & means what he says, who does nothing that he wouldn’t be proud of the next day. because of this, you couldn’t find it in you to not believe him when he professed his love for you with such unwavering confidence you were nearly brought to tears. gimli never said anything just because his lips could move so you simply had to believe him

will do you favors big and small simply because he wants to help you however possible. you can’t remember the last time you carried your own pack or made your own bowl of soup. if you encouraged him (which you wouldn’t), this romantic fool would not let you lift another finger for as long as you both live

he grew up watching his parents with keen eyes, his adad showing him by example how a true dwarf treats their one. he embodies these lessons with every interaction with you, striving to be the one you deserve him to be. it ranges from the ferocity of his protection to opening doors for you. may mahal strike him down if he ever hurts you

he just wants to be a dwarf you’re proud to love, proud to call yours

legolas 🏹

physical affection can be difficult for him, but one thing legolas is good at doing is speaking his mind and his heart

if you thought his regular speaking pattern was overflowing with poetic descriptors, you’ve heard nothing compared to when he’s being truly romantic. no one you’d been with before had ever described you with such beautiful prose, never whispered soft poetry about your eyes to lull you to sleep

and he’s a cheeky bastard about it too! it’ll be a regular conversation between friends, nothing important, then BAM! he’s making quippy one-liners about your overwhelming skill/beauty/personality that catch you off guard and has your friends cackling at your flustered reaction to his flattery

even better, his praise will often include sindarin and on the off chance you don’t speak it, you’ll have to gauge the meaning from the silent looks shared between your dear elf and aragorn (doesn’t really work). eventually legolas tells you what some of them mean; after all, he needs to have an element of intrigue about him or his name isn’t legolas thranduillion

he carries a lot of pride for you and will brag about you to anyone who listens, his melleth being one of unparalleled skill and beauty and bright laughter that carries his soul on great wings

pippin 🥕

his already strong need to be silly and foolish grows exponentially when he finds out how happy it makes you

pip doesn’t care what it is you ask of him, he will do anything to hear your laugh. he’ll put baby carrots in his nostrils, respond to conversations exclusively in farm animal noises, he will even do his spot-on impressions of the rest of the fellowship and make them say all sorts of silly things

the best one to date is him doing an aragorn impression that consists of all the different ways he says legolas’s name

you’ve never heard such astounding colloquialisms from anyone until you met pippin - “don’t eat half the berries and say the pie shell’s too big,” “his cornbread isn’t done in the middle,” “if brains were leather, he wouldn't have enough to saddle a junebug” - and each time he says one, there’s always a not-so-subtle look to you so he can see your reaction. the ones that get the most laughs are used a little bit more, just enough to not lose their appeal but enough to hear your laughter all the more often

there is a single-minded determination to hear your snort when you laugh at something he says, and he will not rest until you do. his personal goal to do this resets each time you do actually snort, him now aiming for the next joke or prank that will bring it out again

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[floatyflowers]

Dark Platonic! Father Legolas x Half Elf! Reader

After Tauriel and the heartbreak that followed, Legolas found himself falling for a human woman, resulting in your birth.

Legolas is happy, even though your mother passed away after a while of your birth.

The Mirkwood prince would be seen by your side, playing your silly games.

To be truthful, he doesn't want you to feel insecure about his love towards you, he wants to form that bond where you are dependent on him.

Let us just say that Thranduil is less than pleased about you being a part human, but warmed up to you eventually... After Elrond scolded him.

The problem in being half-elf is that you age like a human.

So, it's very hard for your father to see you grow up into an eighteen year old.

Legolas realized that you also still have to choose between becoming rather a full elleth or a full human.

He believed that you would choose to become an elleth once you reach adulthood.

But, he is shocked to find out that you wish to become a full human.

All of that because of a human lover.

Instead of being a decent father like Elrond, and accepting your lover.

He kills your lover without your knowledge, and firms it on an orc, which forced you choose to become an elleth instead of a human.

Nobody knows that Legolas is the one who killed your lover except for Thranduil, who is smug about the whole situation.

"Now, you know how I felt about Tauriel"

#tw: toxic relationships #yandere father #yandere lotr #platonic yandere #Yandere Legolas #legolas x reader #reader insert #thranduil #daughter reader

[the-wandering-wonder]

By The River

I was rewatching Lord of the Rings, and oof. I now remember why I swooned over Orlando Bloom so much as a teenager...

Pairing: Legolas x Reader

Word Count: 1,334

Rating: T (angst)

Chapter: 1/1

Summary: You've grown quite fond of Legolas, but when he disappears without so much as a word, your world is turned upside down.

You walk slowly towards the river Bruinen, occasionally glancing up at the clear night sky. A handful of trees litter the path of the river, marking where the beauty of Rivendell merges with the beauty of the forest. You take in a deep breath as you approach a particular beech tree, one that was slowly becoming your favourite.

You smile to yourself as you hear the feet landing behind you, slowing for just a moment as you see the familiar blond elf falling into step alongside you.

“It’s a beautiful night.” Legolas breaks the silence.

You merely hum in agreement, glancing at him with a soft smile, one that he returns.

You couldn’t quite remember how long you two had shared this routine, but he was always there, every night, ready to join you in your walks along the edge of the forest. Most nights you spoke, joking and laughing, but some nights, you enjoyed the simple silence, interrupted only by animals in the distance or the whistling of the wind. Truth be told (but never to Legolas himself) he was the reason you enjoyed your walk so much.

You eventually find yourself paused at the riverbank, looking down at the moonlight reflecting along the rippling waters. A breeze whips around you and you shiver, exhaling softly as you wrap your arms around yourself. You feel a warm presence behind you as Legolas moves to wrap his cloak around your shoulders, his hands resting on your upper arms. Without thought, you lean back into his touch, letting his warmth wash over you.

“Beautiful.” He murmurs.

You tilt your head to glance back at him, finding him gazing down at you, blue eyes sparkling in the moonlight. His hand comes up slowly, resting along the hollow of your throat, his thumb and forefinger pressing up against your jaw, lifting your face to meet his. He dips his head down, tentatively brushing his lips over yours before pulling back and letting his hand return to its place on your arm. Your lips part slightly, but no words come, so you give him a soft smile instead, letting your head fall back to rest against his shoulder as your gaze returns to the waters of the river Bruinen.

~~~~~~~~

The next day, you find yourself busy, running small errands for the council. But Legolas remains in the back of your mind, his soft kiss replaying over and over. Once night falls, you grab your cloak and slip out for your nightly walk. You quickly make your way to the beech tree, pausing for a moment. When all you hear is the rustling of the water and chirping of birds, you glance around.

“Legolas?” You call out, looking up at the branches.

Your heart begins to race as your elven senses pick up no sign of him. 

“Legolas?” You call out again, silently hoping that he had somehow lost track of time.

No answer comes and you feel your breath run short, catching in your throat as your pulse pounds in your ears. You force down a deep breath before turning to run back into the walls of the city. You make your way to the council room, steadying yourself before approaching Elrond, who greets you with a nod of his head before returning to the map he was studying.

“Lord Elrond,” you begin, bowing your head slightly, “have you seen Legolas?”

“He is gone,” the elf responds, “A messenger came from Mirkwood this morning, and he left.”

You feel your heart sink to your stomach as tears prick the corners of your eyes. Your jaw drops slightly as you turn away from Elrond, clenching your fists by your sides.

“This troubles you?”

“I was just-” You pause, unsure of how to explain yourself to the high elf. “I did not know he was leaving.”

“Do not worry for him,” Elrond says, turning to look at you fully, “he will return in time.”

~~~~~~~~

You try to follow Elrond’s advice, busying yourself with whatever you can find and forcing yourself to focus on anything but the thoughts of Legolas. But days soon turn into weeks, then into months. And the Sindar elf does not return. You eat out of habit, on the days that you remember, and hardly ever venture out of the walls of Rivendell. Some days your heart aches as it did when Legolas first left, other days it feels cold and numb.

One day, Elrond, who had kept a distant eye on you as you grieved, approaches you.

“You should take a walk,” he says softly, “the air would do you good, as would the sun.”

“The river reminds me of him,” you admit.

“An unpleasant memory?”

“No, not at all. I just…I miss him.”

You stare at Elrond with glassy eyes, tears threatening to fall. He lets out a small sigh as he places his hand on your shoulder.

“Then go to the river, sit with the memories.”

Elrond gives your shoulder a soft squeeze before turning to walk away. You watch him disappear around the corner before turning your attention to the waterfalls scattered around the city, listening to the sounds of rushing water. You slowly walk through the city, heading towards the waters of the river.

You eventually approach your tree, reaching out to run a hand along the bark as you look down at the flowing water. In the light of the noonday sun, the colour almost matches Legolas’ eyes. A tear slides down your cheek as you turn to lean against the beech, sliding down to the ground and bringing your knees to your chest. Your eyes close as you lean your head back against the tree, losing yourself and letting time fly by.

You hear footsteps in the soft grass and you leap to your feet, turning to face the approaching figure. The sun glints off golden hair and your jaw drops momentarily before you close your eyes, deciding that your eyes are playing a cruel trick.

“No.” You say softly.

You slowly open your eyes, taking in the figure that now stands before you. Piercing eyes stare at you as golden locks flutter in the soft breeze. Legolas…

“I thought you’d left,” you murmur, “never to return.”

“You truly think I would do that?” Legolas tilts his head slightly, striding forward to stand in front of you.

“I didn’t know what to think,” you reply slowly, “you were just…gone. You never even said goodbye.”

“I tried to find you,” the blond elf murmurs, “but I couldn’t. And it was urgent that I return to Mirkwood.”

You take a step back and swallow as you stare at the river again, fingertips digging into the bark of the tree as it presses into your back. Finally bringing your gaze up to meet his, you see pale blue filled with concern and… was that hurt?

“I would never abandon you.” 

Legolas’ voice comes out as little more than a whisper as he moves in closer, bringing up a hand to caress the line of your jaw, catching a fresh tear with his thumb. You lean into his touch, closing your eyes as you feel his free hand resting ever-so-lightly on your hip. 

“ Melethril…”

Your eyes flutter open as you feel Legolas’ warm breath dancing across your lips, his own within inches. Your hands find purchase on his cloak as his body envelopes yours, your lips finally meeting in a soft kiss. You lean into him as his grip tightens on you, holding you close as your lips mold together. Your lungs begin to ache, but your desire for Legolas pushes all other thoughts back as you cling to him.

Legolas finally breaks the kiss, resting his forehead against yours as you both take in a breath. He tilts his head back to look into your eyes, the intensity of his gaze filling you with warmth. He speaks in a low tone, slowly and assuredly.

“I will always come back to you…”

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[angelofthenight]

Legolas: Do I even weigh anything to you?

You: No, it's like holding a couple of grapes

#lol get it coz elves are supposed to be rly light #source: brooklyn nine nine #reader insert #legolas x reader #incorrect quotes #Legolas imagine #Legolas #lord of the rings #lord of the rings incorrect quotes #incorrect lord of the rings quotes #lotr #lotr incorrect quotes #incorrect lotr quotes

[robsth0r]

Ears Of The Elven (Legolas x Human!Afab!Reader)

A/N: So I had this idea... and I needed to write it out so here it is! I love the sensitive elf ear trope so I of course had to write one too. For the “Afab Reader” that is because there is no mention of gender other than the reader being born female so if you’re transmasc that would work too. Anyways hope you enjoy it!

Warnings: Smut/Lemon (18+), Sex.

Word Count: 1089

Extra: There is some sindarin in this chapter so this is the translation of it; Meleth: Love. Meleth Nin: My Love

Legolas was laying in his bed peacefully slipping away into his dreamland. That was till his eyes snapped open as he felt a finger delicately run over the shell of his ear. A rush of pleasure went through his body and he let a shaky breath out.

"Aragorn wasn't joking." I said, in awe. Legolas and I had been dating for around a year or so and being in this position with me currently holding the most sensitive part of the elves body was something Legolas definitely hadn’t thought would happen. I was sitting next to him keeping a firm yet light grip on his ear.

"Quite sensitive?" I leaned down to whisper into his ear, my warm breath sending sparks up and down his spine causing him to shudder. Legolas raised his eyes to glare at me, his sharp gaze looking directly into my soul. My grin grew wider.

"Let… GO." He growled, trying hard to ignore the feather light finger strokes on his ear and how they were affecting him.

"Hmmm… No." I grinned again, reaching across his head to stroke his left ear. The result left Legolas squirming and breathless. The sight of the extremely horny elf next to me was enough for my heart to skip a couple beats. I wondered how it was to have such sensitive ears.

I continued teasing Legolas's ear lobe before leaning down to press gentle kisses all around his earlobe. Every time my lips touched Legolas's sensitive skin it tingled from head to toe, making goosebumps spread across his arms and legs. His heart rate increased dramatically as I moved lower down his body, kissing him along every inch of the way. When I reached the base of his neck Legolas arched into my touch, letting out a moan. I smiled against his throat and slowly began trailing kisses back up his jawline.

When I got there Legolas opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by another groan coming all the way from the back of his throat. I smirked against the side of his face before licking all the way up his long pointy ear, enjoying his gasps and moans.

"Y/n…" Legolas begged, his voice deeper than normally, taking shallow breaths from the pleasure. I hear the warning in his voice but that doesn't stop me. I swing my leg over his chest, securing him under me.

"Gotta say please, Lassy." I chuckled softly and ran my left hand down the side of his torso still keeping my other hand occupied at his ear. I knew the elves didn't like losing control over themselves as it is what elves pride themselves on.

I grinned darkly as my finger reached the tip of Legolas's ear, pinching it lightly earning myself a groan from Legolas. He felt his control snap... thread... by... thread. I hadn't made him lose control even once while we had been together. But if the stories Aragorn had told me about Arwen were anything to go by it could be an interesting night.

I took my hand off of his ear and trailed it down his chest, teasing his waistband. With a flick of my wrist my fingers unfastened it and pulled it over Legolas's hips before slipping his pants down. My hands found his shaft making him twitch. I lowered my head and licked along his length groaning against it and that was enough to make him explode right then and there.

He flung himself up and secured both my hands in a firm grip above my head, him leaning over me.

"If you do that one more time I'm gonna-" He was cut off by a loud moan escaping my throat as I arched my back letting the night shirt I had on fall exposing my breasts. His eyes darkened as his pupils dilated and he lustfully looked down at me.

Before I could react, he thrusted his cock into my warm core repeatedly, kissing and nippling the skin of my breasts. The pleasure was almost overwhelming but just barely, so I grabbed onto Legolas's shoulder to steady myself as I arched my back even more in pleasure. He grunted as he fucked me hard but with pure desire, my pussy fluttering around him.

He reached his hand down and circled my clit, letting small bits of pleasure seep through me. Legolas now kissed my neck, his tongue licking out over my pulse. Legolas’ fingers worked wonders over my clit as he throbbed within me. Legolas took a glance at me and he could see the pleasure trickling into my eyes as he rocked his cock into me.

“Legolas!” I moaned, my head falling back onto the bed. My cunt tightened and wetness flooded around Legolas’ cock.

“Legolas, oh, right there,” I moaned as he fucked into me a bit faster. His thrusts were rough and hard, his nails biting into my thighs gently as he grabbed my legs, spreading me wider so he could get deeper.

Legolas was bringing me so much pleasure that I couldn’t think of any words other than his name. I babbled it, along with a few expletives, about how much I wanted his cock, how I needed him, and eventually, how badly I needed to cum.

Legolas wasn’t far behind me. He wanted to sink himself so deeply into my body that he could never find the way out. Legolas released one of my thighs and pinched my clit. He rubbed it furiously, daring me to cum. His eyes were wild as he stared down at me, beautiful, throaty groans escaping his body.

“Cum for me, gorgeous. Show your prince how good you feel. Cum all over my cock, meleth.” Legolas grunted. He tapped my clit quickly, and with a shout of his name, I came all over him. My body writhed with pleasure as whiteness blinded me. His name fell from my lips, and as he heard me cry out for him, Legolas came inside of me. He filled me with his cum, pumping himself slowly inside of me.

I couldn't get enough of Legolas. I never wanted to leave him.

We both collapsed next to each other, panting heavily as our breathing calmed.

"I love you," Legolas groaned, rolling us around to make himself comfortable spooning me, "Please never leave me." The plea was laced with love and longing and I turned around in his arms. I kissed his forehead gently.

"Of course, meleth nin." I whispered, stroking his hair. "I'm never leaving you."

#legolas #legolas x reader #lotr #lotr fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic #the hobbit #elf ears #sensitive ears #lord of the rings #sindarin #elf #elvish #reader #reader insert #female reader #afab reader #trans reader #trans male #trans male reader #transmasc #afab gn reader #gn reader #male reader

[secretagentsociety]

lotr character react to you giving them flower

Lotr character react to you giving them a flower which in your land meant ily but just gandalf knows it

legolas

• oh he will accept it with open heart

• it could honestly be any flowers even some that are considered a weed as long as it is from you he'll love and cherish it nonetheless

• let's say you gave the flower to him when you're alone with him,atleast you thought you're alone with him oh but you really aren't alone with him bcuz somehow good ol gandalf is there

• and gandalf gave you the stare

• when he finds out what it actually meant oh he'll love the flower even more may even give you a flower himself

Aragorn

• he'll be confused by it but he's not so oblivious to the meaning of it,he knew it meant some sort of effection he just doesn't know the extend of it

• he'll tuck the flower in between his belt to show off,when gandalf told him about it and how your people only gave flowers to those you feel strongly about he'll feel a tad bit guilty for not taking care of the flower more

• he doesn't give you a flower but he gave you something of his culture that have the same meaning

Frodo

• will fiddle with it while he stared off and even chewed on the stem of it depending on the flower type

• will he feel guilty once he find out?oh yes he'll find another flower to give you while apologising and he'll look awkward doing so

• you'll have to tell him it's alright or else he'll be very very very upset on himself that partnered with the ring having constantly finding a way to plague his mind is not a good combination

Sam

• he'll BLUSH,lover boy over here would put the flower in a safe area inside the backpack somewhere

•when he loses the backpack in mordor he'll feel guilty abt it

• and when gandalf told him abt the meaning he'll feel even more guilty, Honestly he'll make it up by almost plucking his garden dry of flowers just to apologize

Merry

• will wear it as an ornament somewhere in his body

• may or may not show off to pippin and be like "look i got a flower, where's your flower?oh ya got none?too bad"

• oh when gandalf overheard their little banter he'll come over and be all "oh you're a lucky one merry giving people flowers meant a great deal to y/n's people"

• yes he will show it off even harder now idk how but he will somehow

Pippin

• he will be delighted to receive a flower from you and will hold it in his hands (yes he hold one flower with two hands) while staring at it lovingly

• once gandalf told him abt it i kid you not he will 100% eat it no excuses what type of flower it is he's not a coward he WILL eat the flower

• and he will feel no remorse,his reasoning? "Now your love will forever be bound to me!" He'd say with a cheery voice

• you :"so if i gave you a wooden carving you'll eat it too?" Him : "is it made of acorn wood?"

• for clarifications yes,yes he will eat it too,there is no running from this,he will NOM.

#lotr x you #lotr x reader #reader insert #Lort fanfic #pippin x reader #frodo x reader #sam x reader #legolas x reader #aragorn x reader #merry x reader #fellowship x reader

[witchthewriter]

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐬' 𝐬/𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!  

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ    

ISFP

Ravenclaw

Neutral Good

Libra Sun, Gemini Moon, Aquarius Rising        

SFW🍄

⭑ Always being truthful with each other 

⭑ Legolas is much taller than you; he practically towers over you. And you’re not even a dwarf nor a hobbit. 

⭑ Communicating with looks and limited speech; you know each other too well

⭑ He loves showing you the world - everything there is and the beauty of it

⭑ Legolas wouldn’t care about your background, or where you came from. Not of you came from royalty, money or from nothing. 

⭑ He stands up for you, always. Never letting anyone talk ill of you. 

⭑ He adorns you with jewels; necklaces, bracelets, earrings, rings, at times he’ll give you formed crystals. You cannot deny that you like it; the way they sparkle and shine. 

⭑ He encourages you to pursue whatever it is you wish

⭑ Absolutely loves when you rake your fingers through his hair. The way your fingers massage his scalp, when they fiddle with his strands and twirl them to make a plait. 

⭑ He shows his love through gift giving and quality time. He likes to receive love with words of affirmation and quality time. But I also think you would love affection, so he would try his best. 

⭑ You spend a lot of time on horseback - hunting and riding

⭑ Legolas knew he wanted to marry you early in your relationship. 

⭑ He loves watching you dance; the way all worry and anxiety leaves your body as you jump and sway

⭑ If you like books, then he will buy you a whole library - if you like weapons, then he will have every kind handcrafted for you. Whatever it is that takes your fancy, Legolas will go above and beyond so that whatever you desire, you have it. 

⭑ Sometimes his bluntness shocks you, but after a while you get used to it. From then, whenever he says something out of turn, you give him ‘the look,’ which tells him that he could’ve worded it better

Relationship Tropes: 

Serious, rarely understands when they’re being flirted with x Flirty, loves making innuendoes because the other doesn’t understand them

Big & Calm x Small & Energetic

Badass Warrior Couple

NSFW🔞 minors dni!

⭑ Slow and sensual sex; he likes to take his time with you 

⭑ Legolas wouldn’t want to share you with anyone; so no threesomes or orgies. You’re his, and his alone. 

⭑ He’s more into giving than receiving 

⭑ So he learns how to give you good head / how to properly eat you out. He doesn’t have a lot of experience. 

⭑ He whispers encouragement when he’s inside you

⭑ Legolas’ favourite place is to cum inside of you

⭑ Rakes his nose against your skin, taking in your smell 

⭑ He isn’t into risky sex, but does love having you underneath the stars, naked and surrounded by the forest 

⭑ Loves to bite your lips when you kiss

⭑ And he loves it when you entwine your hand in his while you ride him 

⭑ Legolas is very good with aftercare; he likes to clean you up, and whisper how much he loves you

#legolas #legolas headcanons #lord of the rings #fellowship of the ring #LotR #lord of the rings headcanons #legolas x reader #legolas x you #legolas x y/n #dating would include #would include #headcanons #imagines #fanfic #reader insert

[strawwritesfic]

Legolas x Female!Elf!Reader: Adore

Summary: Gimli had better just get used to the fact that he’ll never understand Legolas completely. 

Rating/Tags: All (Gimli & Legolas; post-Return of the King; Mirkwood Elven Guard!Reader; some lingering Dwarves vs. Elves tension; pipe smoking)

Challenge: “160 Collective Drabbles” challenge by BobaPop on Lunaescence Archives.

Tag List: @imaginesfire​

Adore

Good was finally ending one long, uncertain journey to start another with a certain end. Better was a journey of companionship and seeing sights one could not rest for on the first. Better yet was being an honored guest in your companion’s home where your kin had once been prisoners and little else. Still, Gimli felt, one could grow tired of elves–and dwarves could grow tired of them more quickly than anyone, warm welcome or no. Better than all the rest was quiet, stars peeking through the Mirkwood trees, and a chance to get at his pipe.

Legolas’s feast would continue on for many hours more. No one could celebrate like his people. For all Gimli knew, he could rest for the next night and day and wake to continued revelry. There would be time enough for him to return. 

Gimli settled himself comfortably against the base a wide tree trunk to smoke at his leisure. He took his first breath in of sweet-smelling smoke and was in the process of blowing it in rings toward the leaves above his head when a slender figure stepped silently past him into the nearby clearing. Eyeing the figure's back, Gimli wondered if Legolas realized that he was there. The sound of singing continued in the distance behind them, but Legolas’s back was to the celebration, his head turned up to watch the sky.

Five minutes of that, and Gimli decided he had had more than enough. Patient dwarves might have been, but friends had no need to be patient with the sudden oddities of a friend. He cleared his throat. 

“Do you plan to join me, or do you intend to stand there like an Ent for the rest of the night?” Gimli asked.

Legolas made no sign that he had heard. 

Snorting, Gimli put his pipe back in his mouth. Now that he thought about it, this behavior of Legolas’s was nothing new. They had left Gimli’s family in high spirits, but as the road wound on toward Mirkwood, Legolas grew more and more introspective. The silent rides atop their horse had nearly driven Gimli to insanity, but he had hoped that coming home would lift his friend’s spirits. Clearly nothing had happened except to make Legolas seem less communicative than ever. 

Gimli ran a hand down his beard. Perhaps going back to the food would not be so bad. It would save him sitting there worrying fruitlessly over Legolas.

Just as Gimli made to put out his pipe, Legolas turned, stepping again toward the feast. Then his eyes fell on Gimli. Gimli blinked once at him. Whatever Legolas was thinking about, he did not want to share it with him. The elf blinked back, and his lips pulled up into a vague smile. He changed direction and soon was close enough for Gimli to touch.

“I had not realized you had left the celebration already,” Legolas said.

Gimli only squinted in reply. Was Legolas so truly out of sorts that he had missed Gimli entirely? Had Gimli been more familiar with any elf other than this one, he might have spoken with one of those here of his concern. As it was, all he could assume was that this was normal behavior for an elf and that coming home had turned Legolas more normal somehow.

“Aye,” Gimli answered gruffly. “I had thought my greeting five minutes past would have been enough warning for you, but I suppose you might have got into a bit of that Elvish wine.”

To his great surprise, the wan smile on Legolas’ face faded further. His eyes turned again to the stars. “Forgive me, my friend. My thoughts are elsewhere.”

This did not entirely discount Gimli’s suggestion that Legolas was simply drunk. Really, though, that would not explain Legolas’s silence over the many miles. Wherever his thoughts were still, Gimli was not wanted.

“Blasted elf,” he grumbled, though there was some good-nature in his tone, for at least Legolas was sorry. Mirkwood had not reclaimed him so much that they were no longer friends. “How about you tell me where your thoughts have been for the past fortnight? Perhaps that will make me more inclined to forgive you.”

“The past fortnight?” Legolas repeated. Gimli was pleased to see that this had at least got Legolas’s attention back to present. Legolas blinked again, then he let out a small sigh. “My thoughts are ever elsewhere, I suppose.”

“That is not an answer, of which you are well aware.”

“I am.” Another sigh. Though Gimli would not admit it, his attention was piqued. In all their time of knowing each other, Legolas had never acted in such a manner. “I am sorry, Gimli. I have been worried about returning here for so long that I did not realize that you had noticed my concern.”

“Concern about what? Either tell me or do not. So long as I can rest this evening knowing you will be leaving this place with me in due time, so much the better.”

Legolas’s smile turned sad. He did not look away this time, yet Gimli felt somehow that Legolas was no longer looking at him but rather through him. 

“What good does it do to dwell on that which will not be?” Legolas asked. “It only makes the absence that much more apparent, speaking of it more so to those who were otherwise ignorant of the absence to begin with.”

“The absence of what, pray tell?” 

It rankled, Gimli realized, knowing that Legolas wanted to keep secrets even after all this time. There had been no holding back during their visit to Gimli’s family. Legolas had been treated just as a dwarf, a dwarf prince even. Gimli had been treated well by Legolas' family, too, but he hardly cared about the niceties of elves when there was only one elf he truly cared about remaining in Middle Earth. 

“Spit it out, Legolas! Have we not been together long enough to speak frankly to one another?” he said.

“I do not mean to keep you in the dark. It is only that I received bad tidings from my father this night. I fear that coming home might have done me more harm than good. There is but one thing I hoped for on the way here, and now I know there is no chance of it happening.”

“You are more difficult to interrogate than an orc!” Gimli bemoaned. He threw up his hands in defeat. A long night of singing it was. “Keep your secrets, Legolas. I need them not. I only hope that you will be back to your old self by the time we make ready to leave.”

Legolas smiled a bit more sincerely at that. “I do not intend to speak in riddles, Gimli. It is only that–”

A snapping branch interrupted him. 

Gimli’s hand went straight to the ax at his hip, but Legolas was even faster, his bow strung and arrow drawn before the sound came again, louder and faster. There were still elves close by, but this was closer, and not everything in Mirkwood could have been fixed by Frodo and Gollum’s deed. 

Gimli could hear Legolas breathing in the dark; his own breath sounded too loud in his ears. They stood together like that for several minutes, ears straining as the snapping condensed into swift footsteps. A straggler rushing to the party?

No. Just when Gimli thought that danger might be upon them, a young woman burst into their clearing. She was so out of breath, so obviously exhausted, that it took him half a minute to realize that she was an elf. Thankfully, it took him less time to understand the look Legolas gave her–and therefore the whole of Legolas’s behavior this night and those before. The bow fell immediately to Legolas side, and there was something in his gaze that Gimli had never seen before.

“[Name],” Legolas breathed.

There were many odd things about this elf. Never had Gimli seen one so tired, not even Legolas after taking down an Oliphant. Stranger than this, however, was your reaction to Legolas. Your eyes widened almost imperceptibly, but at the same time, you lifted one hand to your mouth.

“Legolas?” you asked.

Legolas joined you in a single bound, leaving Gimli to stand on his own once more. This time, Gimli did not feel the faint burning of frustration in his veins. No, this time Gimli felt nothing but amused. He hid a smile in his beard as he leaned back against his tree. He had not been sent away, after all, and this was something he most certainly wanted to see.

“My father told me that you were away on patrol, too far away to get here in any short time,” Legolas said in a soft voice.

You stood just a little away, as though frozen to the spot. When Legolas continued to look at you expectantly, you looked down for one moment before looking back up at him. 

“I was,” you admitted, then: “I am. They told me you were here, and I…ran.”

That much, Gimli felt, was obvious. 

Perhaps Legolas did not feel it was so, because he lifted a hand to gently cup the side of your face. “You’re warm."

“I ran as swiftly as I could.”

Legolas let out a soft laugh. 

Laugh? To think that all this time, Legolas was mooning over some woman in the forest. Gimli did not know whether to be annoyed or entertained. Both, he decided in short order--short enough order, in fact, that you and Legolas were still busy staring at each other in the dim starlight by the time Gimli had come to his conclusion.

“Does my father know you’re here?” Legolas asked.

“No, and there are so few of us left to look after the border. I should not have left, but–I had to see you.”

Legolas beamed. 

What could Gimli do but clear his throat? Much more of this presentation and he was likely to fall ill. Thranduil would not take that kindly, he was sure. 

The two of you practically leaped apart at Gimli’s interruption, though to both your credits, each of you recovered quickly enough. The familiar crease of the brow that appeared whenever Gimli first met an elf appeared on yours as well. This smoothed away as Legolas stepped over to him. Gimli suspected shock, as was common when anyone came to know if his and Legolas' companionship.

“[Name]," Legolas said, placing a light hand on Gimli's shoulder, "this is Gimli, son of Glóin. He is my closest friend, and it is to him that any thanks are owed for my safe return.”

Frowning, you looked first at Gimli, then slowly returned your gaze to Legolas’ face. Gimli expected it to stay there, but soon you were looking at him again. Then you inclined your head toward him. “Thank you, Gimli. For keeping him safe when I could not follow to do so.”

“My pleasure, Lady [Name], and it is a further pleasure to know of your existence.” 

It was Gimli’s turn to grin. His doing so made Legolas smile as well. It was a nice change from the consistent frown he had worn of late. You simply threw Legolas an appraising look and came nearer to take his hand. 

“He needs looking after, this one. I appreciate any help that you are willing to give,” Gimli added.

You opened your mouth to reply, but Legolas beat you to it. Unsurprisingly, his attention was elsewhere once more: “You said my father does not know that you are here,” he said, leaning closer to your face. “If you were to join us, he would know for sure. I would hate to subject you to his displeasure, and yet…”

Gimli could tell Legolas wanted to leave his welcoming party. Well, it was not as though Gimli could not sympathize. He hated to be left alone with Legolas’s friends and family, but this seemed a more important reason to run off. 

With a shake of his head, Gimli waved you and Legolas toward the deeper recesses of the forest. “Go on. I shall make your excuses for you.”

There was the briefest return of Legolas’ smile. “Thank you, Gimli.”

You two did not wait for him to wave you away a second time. Gimli watched until you disappeared into the tree boughs across the way. As he turned back to the feast behind, it was with a considerable weight gone from his shoulders. Legolas would be fine. Furthermore, if–and Gimli certainly hoped it so–you joined them as they headed onward toward the sea, maybe you would prove better at conversation than Legolas had proved to be.

#fan fic #straw writes #reader insert #second person pov #one shot #challenge fic #request #lord of the rings #lotr #legolas #legolas x reader #legolas x you #legolas x y/n #lotr x reader #lotr x you #lotr x y/n #lord of the rings x reader #lord of the rings x you #lord of the rings x y/n #lord of the rings reader insert #legolas reader insert #lotr reader insert

[queeniesrose]

Master Post

Warning: This is NSFW so if you’re under the legal age or uncomfortable with content like this, please skip over this one! Content Warning: Threesome, Face Fucking

NSFW Legolas: Kinks

Legolas is an exhibitionist. It is thrilling for him, due to his rank as an elf. The thought of someone catching him and his partner and ratting them out to his father, excites him.

Legolas loves whenever he hears his partners small whines. More often than not, the whines are so low that only elves can hear them. He has a voice kink. He loves to hear his partner whine, moan, make all kinds of different noises.

He would also be into face fucking his partner. He is a bit of a dacryphiliac. So when the waterworks start, it doesn't take long for him to come.

He is not opposed to sharing his partner with someone else on occasion.

There are very few people he is okay with sharing his partner with. Aragorn, Elladan, and Elrohir are amongst the few he would be comfortable sharing with.

He has had done a threesome with his partner and Aragorn. The position that is typically used is called the woman sandwich. Look it up if you want to see what it looks like.

#The Hobbit #Lord of the Rings #LOTR #Middle Earth #Middle Earth x Reader #Tolkien Universe #Reader #Reader Insert #X Reader #Spicy Queenie #Legolas x reader #Legolas #Middle Earth Legolas #Reader x Legolas #Legolas Headcanons #Legolas Headcanon #Middle Earth Legolas x Reader

[shrubdaddy]

desideratum | l.greenleaf

↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: desideratum | /dəˌzidəˈrädəm/| noun | something that is needed or wanted.

⇢ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: legolas x reader

⇢ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff

⇢ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: none

⇢ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 987

a/n: hii, i haven't written in a while. pls have mercy. gif from @imaginelegolas copyright © | please do not repost my work.

You sat at the edge of the bed, fiddling with the warm, rough sheets looking anywhere but him.

Glancing at the window beside the bed, you stared into the dark and dense woods wondering how you got yourself into these precarious situations. Shifting your focus, you watched as the raindrops chased each other down the window, anything to distract you from the elf right in front of her.

Luckily, you were able to grab the last room of the bustling Inn. It turns out, that you and Legolas were not the only two traveling West. As you entered Rhosgobel, a small town close to the road, a dark storm began to brew and heavy rain began to fall on you both, soaking you to the bone.

The small tavern turned into a safe haven for weary travelers, which made the inn a little busier than usual. Thankfully, the room was a ways away from the noise, nestled in the very back corner of the upper floor.

A busy tavern meant an even busier bar and you found that men can get a little too handsy for your liking. Unfortunately, this led to a small incident that included a drunkard following you to the room and a not-so-merciful elf intervening.

“He’s gone, I promise you that,” he reassured her. “And I can confidently say, he will never be bothering you again.”

A delicate silence fell between them, nothing but the muffled murmurs of the crowd below and the howling wind outside. Catching a chill, you shivered from the clothes you had on or quite possibly from the harassment you had to endure.

“Thank you, I’m sure I could’ve taken care of it...” you said. Fiddling with your fingers, you wanted to end the conversation as soon as politely possible.

“I swore to your Father I would protect you on our journey, I will not betray his trust,” he said. Despite his warm words and the roaring fire in front of you, you couldn’t help but shiver a little. Unsure of whether or not the shiver is from the wet clothes or him merely thinking of you as a duty.

Legolas kneels in front of you with his eyes scanning your body for any injury. Without warning, he leans forward and reaches for your chin, nudging you to look at him once again and studying every detail of your face.

“You’re soaked to the bone, you need to rest now… I will keep watch at the bar and will to ensure that no one will come close to this room. He will not come back.”

There was small silence as you quickly looked away, before he leaned back to get up.

“Stay,” you whispered.

He paused, staring at you not knowing what to say.

she fiddled with her hands, looking anywhere but him. flustered and undone, she whispered just a little louder.

“I don’t want to be alone right now.” you looked up at him with pleading eyes. “Stay. Please.”

As the light of the fire brushed the side of your face, Legolas caught a glimpse of the dark circles under your eyes attesting to the countless, sleepless nights. You don’t if it was the exhaustion or the sheer desperation that gave you the courage. But he nodded, not saying a single word.

Taking off your shoes and wet outer garments, you slowly walk to the side and crawl into the bed, burrowing yourself in the covers hoping you can disappear for a small moment from embarrassment.

After ensuring the door is locked and all is secure, Legolas slowly walked to the other side of the bed to join you.

His eyes skim the smaller figure in the bed and couldn’t help the little breath that escaped him.

Joining you in bed, he moves closer to you shifting a little closer to you. He was so close, you can feel the heat radiate off of him.

And out of sheer courage and faulty foolishness, you turn around — avoiding any speck of eye contact, you move closer to him and he gently wraps his arms around you.

As he pulls the covers over the both of them, he makes sure to tuck you in, covering every inch of you with the blanket. As you finally feel a bit more comfortable, you burrow yourself deeper into his chest and whispering a barely audible, “Thank you.”

Looking down at you, Legolas tugs you just a little bit closer, holding you a little tighter and whispers back, “Always.”

Your eyes begin to slowly flutter shut and as your breath begins to even, your soft breaths even out and you’re fast asleep.

Unconsciously, Legolas begins to caress the small sliver of skin on your shoulder as you sleep. Enamored by the reality that he’s holding you, he couldn’t help but want to soak at this moment.

His eyes graze your sleeping form, memorizing every little detail from your messy, entangled hair covering your face to the even little breaths coming from your slightly cracked lips.

it mattered not to the uncomfortable position he was resting in — with his head angled in a precarious position halfway on the headboard and his slightly numb arm wrapped around your slender waist, it only mattered that you asked him.

You asked him to stay.

Not because he asked but because you undoubtedly felt safer with him.

And that warmed his heart at the same time shattered a million times over. He wished to keep you safe and protected and loved forevermore. If only you allowed him.

But in this moment, he will take anything he can get. Legolas was thankful, and maybe a little selfish, for these smaller wants that led to this moment because wow did his heart flutter every time he looked at you.

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[edensrose]

heyyyy can I request headcanons for Legolas, Thranduil, and Sauron with a s/o who stutters <3

( ❀ ) ˙ ˖ thranduil, legolas, mairon ( separately )⠀〳 reader⠀ ❜࿔

· ⊰ synopsis. headcanons of thranduil, legolas and sauron with a s/o who has a stuttering condition

· ⊰ note. I definitely resonated with this a lot, especially because I had a stutter growing up. hope I did this justice - also, THANK YOU ANON FOR REQUESTING ALL THREE I LOVE YOU TO BITS !!

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤTHRANDUIL 

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ʚ When the two of you first met he had become impatient and may have even come off as a bit rude. It was unbeknownst to him of your condition which is why he thought you were simply stumbling over your words because of his position. However, once he came to know of the actuality of your situation, he immediately eased up on you. This would then turn into great consideration once the two of you entered a relationship

ʚ He took great time and channelled all his patience when it came to you. After all, he held a deep regard for you, which meant he was more than willing to give you all the respect you rightfully deserved. Thranduil would never rush you, nor grow irritable if you stumbled over a particular word one-too-many times. Instead, he would remain silent yet look upon you with assuring eyes and gentle countenance 

ʚ Makes sure that everyone in the kingdom is aware that if they so much as dare to even insinuate an insult towards your stutter, they would be dealt with harshly. The king adored his people but he would tolerate anyone illtreating his queen - especially for something she had no control over 

ʚ To add on to the previous point, he is quite protective of you. When it comes to public or events that you have to socialise, he is majority of the time at your side. More often than not, his hand will slip into yours if he senses your panic when communicating with someone other than him, thumb rubbing over your knuckles in an attempt to ease your anxiousness. He would also take this opportunity to observe the other person’s mannerisms, sometimes even giving them a warning look should he sense any irritability within them 

ʚ Thranduil always assures you at the end of every event that you were fine and that all is well. He understands that sometimes you may feel self-consious when it comes to your stutter and thus makes it a point to give you little words of reassurance and soft praises. 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤLEGOLAS 

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ʚ The prince knew of your condition beforehand, yet in a was less favourable than he would have wished. He had heard a few elves converse over how difficult it was to communicate with you and how it could sometimes be beyond frustrating. Immediately, it caused him to seek you out. Perhaps he should be grateful to those elves, as awful as it sounds - for they were ultimately the reason he had met you, and thus allowed for your wonderful friendship and an eventual blooming romance

ʚ Patient does not even begin to cover his tolerance when it comes to you. Legolas is very understanding and would never rush anything out of you. He acknowledges that this is something you cannot control and instead will offer you gentle smiles and soft little coaxes here and there. Little nothings such as; “don’t worry love, I’m listening’’ and “you are doing great, darling’’

ʚ Already knows beforehand that people tend to talk about you and makes it his life’s mission to ensure they are dealt with. Although he is not nearly forceful as his father, his softer reprimands should not be taken with a grain of salt. There is something else in the prince’s eyes when he confronts someone in regards to their gossip about you. An unnerving tone which leaves all simply nodding, some even seeking you out and personally apologising. Not like you’ll ever know why they have had such a change of heart, but it certainly brightens your day

ʚ Will offer to speak for you in public if he feels as though you are growing anxious. Of course, he knows that you can handle yourself but he also wishes to keep you away from any possibly panic that may ensue. The last thing he wants is for you to be uncomfortable - which is why, if he can see you are becoming a little fidgety, he often leaves whatever he is doing and finds his way to your side; if he is not there already, that is. Gives you little head kisses if you are becoming overwhelmed. Legolas will whisper assuring little words to your ear if he can sense your unease. Sometimes he will dismiss the person or simply ask you to tell him what you wanted to say and will then relay the message for you

ʚ All-in-all he is beyond supportive and is always finding new ways in which he can be of aid. Even if all you simply need is some comfort, he’s more than happy to take you in his arms and tell you just how perfect you are

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤSAURON 

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ʚ It is common knowledge that the maia has an infamous temper - and you were no exception during your first meeting in Angband when you were introduced as one of the generals of Melkor. He found your stutter to be frustrating and had little to no patience for it. Instead, he brushed you off with a small rebuke and immediately turned his back on you. This behaviour went on for quite some time, he held little regard even after he had discovered your condition. If anything, he was appalled that Melkor even considered you worthy for the title of general with such a ‘weakness’. However, he slowly became more tolerable of it when the two of you grew closer and soon entered a relationship 

ʚ Although he may not be as patient as the other two, Sauron has come to terms with the fact that this is something you can not control and often has to remind himself to take it a little easy on you. Prior to the relationship you would receive irritable ‘get on with it already’ and ‘I’m waiting’ ‘s, however, all you received now was a twitch of his brow, a frown if you stumbled over a word more than three times. Very rarely was he verbal about his impatience and when he was, it was a hushed sigh. Nothing in comparison to the snaps he once belted at you 

ʚ Even so, just because he could become impatient with you didn’t mean that anyone else had the right. The second he notices someone become irritable with you he is immediately ready to hang them from the mountains. He’ll find his way behind you, arms folded and practically staring down the perpetrator. Other times he’ll simply give them a look, a little hand-motion which clearly said: your head is mine. A number of times you have caught him and in each instance you attempt to assure him that you are fine with it - that it is nothing you haven’t already dealt with. Not as if that makes a difference, if anything, it merely buys the person a little more time for an escape

ʚ He will eventually reach a point in your relationship where his patience grows when it comes to you. Something not many expected - yet in a way was almost poetic. The Lieutenant of Angband, impatient and fierce to anyone and everything; apart from the one who held his heart. Only she received his utmost care and consideration.

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[ironmandeficiency]

the fellowship + helping their s/o with insomnia

characters included: aragorn, gimli, legolas, boromir

word count: 507

summary: how members of the fellowship help their s/o with insomnia get some sleep during the quest

a/n: y’all sleep has not been my friend lately and i’m gonna vent abt it thru fluff

aragorn🗡️

aragorn sings elvish songs of old, taught to him by elrond and his adopted family in rivendell

he sings of nature and its beauty, of lovers separated by circumstance that somehow find a way, of battles fought long before the time of isildur, all sorts of things in the soft sindarin tongue

your head will be against his chest, feeling it rumble with every word and hum, his heartbeat keeping time with the music

when your breathing finally goes steady, he presses a gentle kiss to your temple and tapers off his song into hums, gradually fading out once it’s time for him to rest

gimli🛡️

gimli knew without a doubt you were his one the moment you locked eyes for the first time. the feeling was one his amad & adad described to him when he was a wee pebble, his heartbeat mimicking the strike of a hammer against an anvil at alarming speeds

when your one notices your frequent duels with the sandman, he offers to help you find rest however possible because gimli, son of glóin would never leave his one to suffer through anything alone

this leads to his bedroll having a permanent spot next to yours, with either you playing with his fiery mane to relax or him envisioning how his beads would look in your hair while aimlessly braiding it

his sturdy hands massage your scalp and give you various braids that he unweaves before you wake the next day, the courting beads he forged years before burning holes in his pockets each time

legolas🏹

legolas is an amazing storyteller, and the firelight only adds to the ambiance

one of your favorite semi-recent stories (for an elf) of his pertains to the company of thorin oakenshield, one of whom happened to be gimli’s father — the way the dwarves rode the river inside the wine barrels had you laughing every time

he tells you anecdotes of his childhood, about all the mischief that would “find him unawares” (you knew better) as he grew up in greenwood

joy was also found in the elven prince finding stray plants to weave into crowns and garlands for you, making sure to move them aside as you nod off to keep them from being crumpled

boromir🍻

boromir is the most physically affectionate man you’ve ever encountered, and he proves this point tenfold when it’s time to rest

his warm embrace and gentle kisses are a balm to your restless mind, soothing you into a state of contentment and peace you didn’t know you could achieve

he’s a massive cuddle bug and will reach for you in his sleep if you move too far away, his strong arms curling around your waist protectively and his face buried in the crook of your neck

but before laying down for the night, he’ll invite you to do some light sparring that will inevitably end in a playful scuffle that has everyone in good spirits (pippin and merry will take your side and team up against boromir, which is always a fun sight to see)

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[floatyflowers]

Dark Platonic Grandfather! Thranduil x Reader

Legolas had to leave you in the care of his father to go with the fellowship.

Thranduil objects to the idea as he never approved of your father marrying your human mother.

But eventually gives in when he realises that you have nowhere to stay.

Of course, Thranduil would give you the cold shoulder, treating you as if you were an inferior race.

This all changes when he wakes up one day to find you braiding his hair and placing flowers along the braids.

His heart softens remembering Legolas's mother, your grandmother, doing the exact same thing.

This makes the Elven king's heart soften towards you, realising that you are his flash and blood just like Legolas.

Afterwards, you two would spend lots of time together.

Some even mistake you for being his daughter.

Thranduil can't help himself but feel pleased at such a misunderstanding.

You one time called him 'Ada' by mistake and quickly apologised for it.

"It's alright to call me that, I'm your grandfather after all"

Thranduil would prevent you from going outside without him, claiming that it is for your safety.

Yeah, you never were allowed outside.

He also persuaded you to choose to become fully elleth when you grow up.

After the fellowship destroys the ring and defeat Sauron, Legolas returns back home.

You tell him everything about your stay with Thranduil, and how fun it was for you.

But Legolas found it disturbing.

"Why did you lock (Y/n) up, Ada?!"

#platonic yandere #tw: toxic relationships #thranduil #reader insert #lotr x reader #legolas #thranduil x reader

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

can u pls write something w legolas PLS im so thirsty for him and i love ur writings🙏🙏🙏🙏

Even though requests are closed, I will indulge just this once. I also hope you don't mind a bite sized story for now.

"Stargazing"

🍃Pairing : Legolas x Fem. Reader (Elf / Second person POV)

🍃Themes : Soft | Fluff 

🍃 Warnings: kissing

🍃Word count: 700 plus words

🍃Summary: stargazing with Legolas ends up with an unexpected surprise.

Minors DNI | 18+

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It was a beautiful night. The stars were out in all their glory, sparkling like diamonds strewn over black velvet.

It was here, under the gnarled branches of an old oak tree, that Legolas found you, your back against the bark, your eyes fixed on the sky.

"Stargazing, meleth?"

You turned to him and smiled at him. "I am," you said, blushing like anything when he lay down on the soft grass and placed his head upon your lap. "It is a good night for it."

"It is," Legolas agreed, his hand reaching for yours. It had become a little ritual between the two of you since he started courting you many months ago. You would come out to watch the stars, and Legolas would come for you and lay down beside you, his head inevitably ending up on your lap. You loved it, this sweet little routine between the two of you, how the two of you could just lay there and forget all else. "But I think it is safe to say the view from where I am at is far sweeter right now."

He had been looking right at you when he said it. And how it made your cheeks warm to hear it. "Flatterer," you hummed sweetly when he brought your hand to his lips, and soft kisses trailed all over your fingers.

"It is not mere flattery, meleth. It is the truth," he said simply, his eyes never leaving yours.

You flushed even more, uncertain of what to say and unsure of how to still the frantic beat of your heart. His kisses, sweet and innocent as they were, roused something in you, something less than innocent and far more than merely sweet. It must have been there, in the hitch in your breath, for Legolas squeezed your hand and said, "Soon. I promise you."

Your very core tightened by what he said. Legolas looked up at you intently, not saying anything else. You looked at him, at his lips—lips that were meant to be kissed. They curled up, as if in invitation. On an impulse, you leaned down and kissed him. It was light and sweet; you had no intention of it going further than that, but when Legolas sat up, his arms holding you in a loose embrace, all sense of modesty crumbled and you found yourself kissing him with raw hunger and not the shy, timid kisses you gave him before. When your arms moved over his shoulders and your nails raked through his hair, Legolas kissed you deeply one last time before pulling away with a sigh.

For a brief, beautiful moment, the two of you stayed as you were, his forehead resting over yours. Nothing could be heard, save for the sound of your breathing and leaves rustling in the wind.

"Very soon," Legolas said, his voice suddenly rough. "But not now. Someone could find us, and I would much rather we be alone, with no one to see or hear us."

He was right. Someone could stumble upon the two of you, and that would not be good at all. In a private room with no one to see or hear, that was a much better prospect. But still-

"Nothing could compare to a star-filled sky," you said, somewhat disappointed.

Legolas smiled and kissed you again, softly this time. "I will take care of it, meleth, do not fret."

He lay back once more, his head comfortably on your lap. "Look, Meleth," he pointed at the sky. "A falling star."

You turned your gaze toward the heavens. That one falling star turned into two, and two swelled to dozens, and dozens turned into hundreds. Beautiful orbs of white light streaked across the sky, their tails burning radiantly behind them. You gasped, having never seen anything so breathtaking in your life.

"What do you think they mean?" you asked, stroking back his hair.

"When I was a child," Legolas said fondly, "Adar said they were a sign from the Valar, to show us we were not alone. They were a sign of hope, he said, and that better times lay ahead."

He turned his gaze back to you. "I take this as a sign for us, that our future together would be a bright and happy one."

Your smile was a mirror reflection of his. "Do you think we will have a bright and happy future together?"

"I do," Legolas vowed fiercely, for he intended to follow in the footsteps of his parents, who, despite the great tragedy of their parting, had a deep and loving union. "I will make sure of it."

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