#Skyrim x LOTR crossover

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A Chance Encounter - 10-Final

(Warnings: Sadness, sad fluff, Aragorn’s coronation which is happy fluff,

For the words in bold, if you want to know 100% what they mean, here’s the website I use, some of the words may have more than one meaning so I suggest picking one that fits best with the entire sentence: https://www.thuum.org/translator.php

Credit for the moodboard goes to @quantumlocked310

Notes: I picked this moodboard because it’s my favorite out of all of them and thought I’d pick my favorite out of all those amazing moodboards as it was the final chapter<3

Dress: https://www.pinterest.dk/pin/4855512090798234/   

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Ruth smiled softly as she watched Aragorn, standing next to Legolas, her hand interlocked with his as they both watched with pride. Ruth watched with tears in her eyes as Gandalf picked up the crown from the cushion Gimli was holding, turning to face a kneeling Aragorn. As the crown was placed, Ruth felt her heart leap with joy, a wide grin on her lips “now come the days of the King” Gandalf announced, Aragorn standing up and turning to face the crowd that Ruth and Legolas was a part of. As the crowd erupted into cheers, so did Ruth, letting go of Legolas’ hand to clap vigorously, a few tears running down her cheek that she quickly wiped away so she could continue clapping. Ruth quieted down as Aragorn was prepared to speak, her hands covering her mouth, pressed together like she was praying, joy evident on her face as she watched the newly crowned king with the utmost pride, “this day does not belong to one man, but to all. Let us together rebuild this world, that we may share in the days of peace” the crowd, once again, erupted into cheers, and once again, Ruth joined with pride, clapping her hands as she grinned at Aragorn with small tears in her eyes and despite everything, Legolas couldn’t help but look at her. She looked beautiful when she smiled… the way the corners of her eyes crinkled, her lips spreading in a wide grin, her eyes sparkling with joy and happiness, white flower petals slowly falling around her and he knew. There was no one but her. No one would compare. No one would ever come close to matching her. Not her beauty, not her wits, not her skill and none would ever dream of getting as close to his heart that she was.

Legolas couldn’t help but smile a little as he watched her settle down, listening to Aragorn’s soft song with pride and joy, as though merely knowing him made her swell with a sense of pride that was unmatched, pride that he called her friend, and that she was allowed to call him friend as well. It was sweet, adorable even, how she cared for the people she had traveled with, fought alongside with. The people she had shared meals with and conversations, the people she had clanked mugs of ale with and laughed with. Ruth walked alongside Legolas as they both walked to meet Aragorn, a grin still on her lips and she looked as graceful as ever. Her fiery red hair was braided in elvish tradition, her dress was nearly white as snow, sweetheart top that was a light, white-ish purple, fading out into a more white color, a white tree depicted on her dress, her off-shoulder straps leading down to two loose ends that flowed behind her, one on each side. Aragorn turned to Ruth who smiled at him, unable to prevent herself from hugging him tightly, Aragorn chuckling as he hugged her back briefly before Ruth stepped back quickly, clearing her throat and wiping a few tears from her eyes.

“Well, at least that crown doesn’t look terrible on you…” she joked, Aragorn smiling softly at her, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder as she grinned at him with a mischievous look in her eyes “otherwise I’d say there’s someone who’d wear it better” she added, gesturing with a soft head movement to behind her, her and Legolas parting as Aragorn frowned softly, slowly approaching the one holding the sigil of the white tree, slowly revealing themselves to be Arwen. Ruth watched their exchange with joy, her hand moving down and gently taking Legolas’ in her own, a smile on her lips as she looked to Legolas, finding him already looking at her. She leaned up and softly kissed him, his hand wrapping around her waist gently, pulling her closer against his chest, even as they both parted for air. Both Ruth and Legolas turned to face Pippin, Merry, Sam and last but not least, Frodo. Ruth was one of the first to follow Aragorn and kneel, her head bowed low. She had faced dragons, giants, mammoths, Falmer, she had faced the undead dragon priests and slayed the World-Eater, she commanded what in total would be an army of different factions put together, yet even she knew she’d never be able to do what they had done.

As the night went on, most people had gone home, while others were laughing and talking at the feast, enjoying themselves, enjoying the company of joyful people. Except Ruth. She stood in the back, watching it all with a small frown, leaning against a pillar. “Not in the mood to celebrate? It’s only like we’ve saved the entire world and are entering an era of complete peace for the first time since the creation of Middle-Earth” Éomer stated casually, Ruth smirking lightly at him as she looked at him, a soft smile on his lips as he watched her. “Who says I’m not celebrating?” she asked teasingly, Éomer smirking at her, gesturing to the others that were clearly happy and joyful “well, they’re smiling, and you’re not” he pointed out, Ruth’s smirk fading as she sighed softly and looked down “nothing gets past you, does it, Lord Éomer?”

“They say I am the quickest man in all of the Rohirrim” he stated half-jokingly, a breathy chuckle leaving Ruth as she nodded softly before looking up at him, a small smile on her lips as she tilted her head at him “that so?”

“I could show you?” he offered softly, his eyes soft as he looked at her with hopeful eyes. Ruth leaned off of the pillar, gently taking Éomer’s hands in her own and she could hear his heart beat faster in his ribcage as he looked down at her, almost pleading with her to do what he hoped she would do. “One day, Lord Éomer, you will find a beautiful woman… she’ll smile at you and your heart will stop, you’ll feel as though she takes your breath away with a mere glance, she will be your entire world and you will be hers, you will make her happy, just as happy as she makes you… you will marry her and live happily with her… but I am not that woman, Éomer…” Ruth stated softly, gently cupping his cheek in her hand, giving him an apologetic smile “I’m sorry…” she added, Éomer nodding softly, looking down briefly before back up at her “your heart belongs to another…” he muttered, Ruth giving him a sad smile before sighing “my heart doesn’t matter… but I am flattered by your interest in me, I truly am. You’re a handsome and a good man, you will find the woman you seek, but she’s not in me…”

“Why not?”

“Because I won’t stay in Middle-Earth, Éomer… I don’t belong here… and as sad as it may make me, I will never belong here… my life is not of this world… and I am too old for you” she added the last bit jokingly, Éomer scoffing lightly as though he didn’t believe her, making her smirk “trust me, a ninety-three yearold wife is not a good look for a young man such as yourself… I don’t want to outlive a man I love…” Ruth admitted the last bit with a sad frown, Éomer nodding with a sad look in his eyes. “Go and drink, be happy, you helped save your world… perhaps the woman I speak of is in this room, waiting for you, watching you talk to me and wishing instead that it was her” Ruth encouraged, Éomer nodding softly, Ruth leaning up and kissing his cheek before letting go of him, Éomer walking away from her and back into the crowd, though his head hung a little lower and it broke Ruth’s heart.

Soon she felt another presence, looking over her shoulder at Gandalf, giving him a soft smile as he looked at her with sad eyes. Ruth looked down with a small frown, her smile gone as she leaned against the pillar again, crossing her arms over her chest as she kept her gaze low. “You don’t have to say it, Gandalf the White… I know…” she muttered, Gandalf sighing, placing a hand on her shoulder that made her look up at him, the frown still present on her face yet he just gave her a comforting smile. “You will always have a place here, you know that…”

“I know… it feels like leaving home forever…” Ruth admitted, Gandalf nodding softly as he let go of her shoulder and turned to watch the crowd, just as she was. “Perhaps it is possible to have more than two homes?” he suggested quietly, Ruth smiling softly at the idea, sighing as she gently shook her head “not for me… with dragons roaming Skyrim, the civil war still on-going… Falmer have begun to take citizens of Markarth and Mara only knows what they’re doing to those poor people, the Forsworn have begun to rally up in larger groups… I can’t give up on all those people who depend on me…” Ruth muttered sadly, Gandalf smiling softly at her “you have an impeccable sense of duty, Ruth Telvanni. You cast aside your own needs for people who barely know you, people you’ve never even met… and you have grown since your first adventure in Middle-Earth all those years ago…”

“I’m not as hot-headed as I was back then” Ruth admitted, Gandalf chuckling quietly, patting her shoulder as he did. “Yes, your temper has dulled a little, but you always had a sense of duty… loyalty… you ventured into Mirkwood because of your loyalty, you helped Bilbo bring the Arkenstone because of your sense of duty-”

“You should have seen Thorin, he was like a mad dog that smelled blood… and I’d know” Ruth muttered, Gandalf giving her a warm smile “all I’m saying is that it is possible to live in two places, visit from time to time…” he muttered quietly, Ruth sighing, gently shaking her head as her eyes landed on Legolas who was seemingly unaware of Ruth and Gandalf’s conversation. “I won’t have him waiting on me, Gandalf…”

“He loves you… Elves only love once in their eternal lives…”

“That’s what worries me…”

“Do you not love him?”

“You know I do… but-... my duty is to Skyrim and her people… it would take me away from him and-... perhaps i-it isn’t actually love and he’ll-... be happy… find a beautiful Ellith who won’t die one day, no matter how many years go by…”

“Are you worried that you will die in a thousand years?” Gandalf asked with amusement, Ruth scoffing quietly, looking down with a sad frown. “If I truly am one he loves so deeply that I’m the one for him… I-... I can’t stand the thought of living happily with him and then one day I’m old and gray and I’ll die… I don’t want to become a burden in my old age… I will age, Gandalf… I already am… I’m growing weary of my beast-blood, I’m beginning to look to the horizon instead of the prey…” Ruth admitted quietly, Gandalf sighing softly as he looked down at the small woman with sympathetic eyes. “I understand what you mean, Ruth, and you have many duties… but you also have a duty to your heart… it seems you forget that quite often-”

“My heart doesn’t help the people of Skyrim… how could I live with myself if I stay here, knowing that each second I live here, people could be burned alive, kidnapped and tortured and robbed on the road where some bandit slits their throat? I love Legolas, I do… elves aren’t the only ones who love once in their lifetime but as happy as I would be with him, I would be miserable. Not because Legolas is not a good man, not because he doesn’t make me happy, he does, but because I’d know that people who need my help would be dying… I can’t live with that… and as much as it would hurt to live without him, I-... I can’t place my heart above an entire continent… it was just a chance encounter... nothing more” Ruth muttered with tears in her eyes, letting out a heavy sigh before gently shaking her head “I need some air” she muttered, making her way outside of the hall to the white tree, unaware that Legolas had been using his elven ears to hear the entire conversation…

Ruth sighed softly as she leaned on the railing, eyes closed as she lifted her head towards the sky, the cold breeze chilling her bones, calming her down and putting a stop to the whirlwind of thoughts in her mind. “Not enjoyin’ the celebrations are ya?” Ruth smiled at the familiar voice, eyes still closed, face still pointed towards the sky as she sighed “I needed air…” she murmured, Gimli nodding softly, “aye, all those elves can get a bit much fer ya” he half-joked, Ruth chuckling quietly “you’re so much like your father, Gimli, son of Gloín… he used to ask me to sing… when we found that lute in Laketown… by the Nine, he wouldn’t stop pleading with me to play it” Ruth admitted with a laugh, opening her eyes and looking down at the dwarf, his cheeks red and at first she thought it was the alcohol the dwarf had without a doubt consumed much of. “Actually, that’s why I wanted ter see ya… my da told me stories of a singing wolf… and now that I know it’s ye…” he trailed off, Ruth’s cheeks turning bright red as she looked away shyly “I-I don’t think it’s a good idea-”

“Aragorn already found a lute-”

“Gimli!”

“Come on! Let’s celebrate! The little hobbits are eager to hear your voice!”

“Molag’s balls… alright fine! You know how to pressure me” Ruth mumbled the last bit jokingly, Gimli laughing briefly as he walked back inside with the woman. Ruth halted when she saw everyone staring at her, eyes wide as she scanned the hall, cheeks once again turning bright red as she slowly walked towards Aragorn who held a beautifully crafted lute, gently handing it to her. “Why is everyone staring?”

“They heard of the singing dragon-”

“What is it with you guys and names?? Talos save me…” she whispered harshly, looking at all the people watching, her eyes landing on Frodo who sat at a nearby table, staring into his mug with a glum expression and Ruth sighed softly, nodding. Gimli eagerly brought a chair towards Ruth and she sat down on it, placing the lute in her lap, her fingers gently pulling at the strings to check the sound, humming quietly along with it as she adjusted them. “So uh-... what should I sing?” Ruth asked nervously as she looked up at Aragorn, the king shrugging lightly as he sat down “what do you sing from home?”

“Many songs… I’m a student at the Bard’s College but-... I-....I-I could sing something I’ve heard much of in taverns and inns?” Ruth asked, Aragorn nodding, Ruth giving a nervous nod in return before looking back down at her lute as she tried to find a song she’d sing. Slowly her fingers began to pull at the strings, the melody filling the quiet hall, Ruth’s eyes turning to Frodo who had given the event some of his attention, Ruth giving him a brief smile that seemed to make him turn from his mug to face her fully.

“Our hero, our hero claims a warrior’s heart…

I tell you, I tell you the Dragonborn comes…

with a Voice wielding power, of the ancient Nord art.

Believe, believe the Dragonborn comes…

It’s an end to the evil of all Skyrim’s foes.

Beware, beware the Dragonborn comes.

For the darkness has passed, and the legend yet grows…

You’ll know, you’ll know, the Dragonborn’s come…”

Frodo’s eyes softened as he listened to the voice, the quiets hums of the lute as they followed along with her words, the entire hall silent as they listened and when the song ended the hall erupted into cheers and laughter, a laugh leaving Ruth as she grinned and looked down shyly, about to give the lute back to Aragorn when the entire crowd began to fuss and complain, Ruth glaring playfully at them yet with a nod from Aragorn and Gimli she placed the lute back into her lap and positioned her fingers where she wanted them to. “You lot are awful..” she murmured jokingly, looking up at Frodo who seemed to have a small smile on his lips as he continued to watch, the sight spurring Ruth on and she nodded with a sigh. Her fingers slowly began to tug at the strings again, humming quietly along, her eyes even closing at one point, clearly music was something she enjoyed, a secret pleasure of hers that she preferred to keep hidden, until now, when she was willingly plucking the strings of her lute, the entire crowd holding their breath as they watched and listened.

“Alduin’s wings, they did darken the sky. His roar fury’s fire, and his scales sharpened scythes.

Men ran and they cowered, and they fought and they died. They burned and they bled as they issued their cries…

“Dovahkiin, Dovahkiin,

Naal ok zin los vahriin,

Wah dein vokul mahfaeraak ahst vaal!

Ahrk fin norok paal graan fod nust hon zindro zaan,

Dovahkiin, fah hin kogaan mu draal!”

We need saviors to free us from Alduin’s rage. Heroes on the field of this new war to wage.

And if Alduin wins, man is gone from this world. Lost in the shadow of the black wings unfurled.

But then came the Tongues on that terrible day. Steadfast as winter, they entered the fray.

And all heard the music of Alduin’s doom. The sweet song of Skyrim, sky-shattering Thu’um.

And so the Tongues freed us from Alduin’s rage. Gave the gift of the Voice, ushered in a new Age.

If Alduin is eternal, then eternity’s done. For his story is over and the dragons are gone.”

Her fingers kept plucking at the strings as she hummed along, her eyes closing in joy at the feel of the weight of the lute in her hands, the strings she plucked at.

“And so the Tongues freed us from Alduin’s rage. Gave the gift of the Voice, ushered in a new Age.

And if Alduin is eternal, then eternity’s done… For his story is over and the dragons are gone…”

The crowd erupted into cheers once more and Ruth grinned with blushing cheeks, looking down shyly before looking back up at the crowds, seeing Legolas in the far back, leaning against a pillar, smiling at her. Ruth smiled back, looking down shyly for a brief moment before looking back up at him, the same big grin on her lips until she looked away when Gimli spoke to her, saying something that made her laugh, a sound that was otherwise inaudible over the other people laughing, talking, cheering, but to Legolas, he honed in on that sound, remembering it as best as he could, making sure he would never forget her last night on Middle-Earth, and her beautiful voice that she had allowed them to hear.

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It was night when Legolas caught up with Ruth, she had said her goodbyes to everyone, everyone but him, and he knew why. It would be painful for both of them, and yet he couldn’t stop himself. The second he learned she had already left, he knew why she hadn’t said anything, and yet he caught up with her, gently taking her hand to make her stop, looking at her with a frown, desperation clear on his face. “Don’t leave” he whispered with tears in his eyes, Ruth sighing softly, gently cupping his face in her hand, her thumb stroking his cheekbone soothingly as she had small tears in her eyes. “I have to-”

“You could stay… give me a reason not to besides your duties” Legolas pleaded, Ruth sighing as she frowned at him. “Alesan, Hroar, Sofie, Blaise, Runa FairShield, Samuel, Francois Beaufort, Aventus Aretino. Those are the kids at the orphanage that I look after from time to time. Inigo, Serana, Lydia, Cicero who will go mad and kill everyone if I’m not there to control him” Ruth added the last bit in a joking tone, frowning once again at Legolas when he didn’t smile “those are the friends I worry most for. Brynjolf, Karliah, Aela, Vilkas, Farkas, those are the people who rely on me to guide them. Jarl Balgruuf, Jarl Korir, Jarl Laila, Jarl Igmund, Jarl Skald, Jarl Idgrod, Jarl Elisif, Jarl Siddgeir, Jarl Ulfric, those are the Jarls that call for me when a dragon threatens their people or a giant is too close to those outside the walls with no protection… Those are my reasons… you have to understand, Legolas, should a dragon attack them, any of them, or any small town, they would be doomed… just like if Frodo hadn’t dropped the ring into the Mountain of Doom… I am the only one who can assure that the dragons stay dead forever, and I am the last to ever be able to do so…” Ruth pleaded, Legolas nodding, slowly and reluctantly letting go of her hand, Ruth nodding softly “thank you…” she whispered, leaning up and kissing him before reluctantly turning away, Legolas watched her until he couldn’t watch her anymore, yet he stayed and after a little while, a dragon rose up in the sky, roaring and soaring towards what was once Mordor, Legolas swallowing thickly as he shut his eyes tightly, running a hand over his face in an attempt to gather himself. He watched the black figure in the dark sky as it flew away, turning into nothing more than a dot yet he still watched it, he watched it until Aragorn arrived, gently placing a hand on his shoulder, guiding him back inside and out of the cold night air, the sun already peeking over the top of the mountains, a new day breaking.

#Skyrim fic #LOTR fic #A Chance Encounter #final chapter #Skyrim x LOTR crossover #Legolas x OC #Legolas x Ruth Telvanni #Elder Scrolls: V

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AO3 20 Questions!

tagged by @gwilin-stay-winnin :] Tagging @mistythedritten cause I know you write, and also @kagedbird! no pressure to either of you!

1 – How many works do you have on AO3? Uhh 2.

2 – What's your total AO3 word count? Published? 17540.

3 – What fandoms do you write for?

Elder Scrolls, currently just Skyrim and Oblivion, but I have some plans for a Morrowind thing too :D

4 – What are your top five fics by kudos? I've only got 2, lmao. It's The Shadow of The Wicked and then Let me hold you until I soften your hands

5 – Do you respond to comments? ALWAYS!! I LOVE THEM RAHHH

6 – What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? It's not finished yet, but it's TSoTW. Y'all ain't ready, cause I'M not.

7 – What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? LMHYUISYH. very sweet. :]

8 – Do you get hate on fics? Not so far.

9 – Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Uhhhh as of now, no. IDK if I will for a WHILE. I feel cringey writing kiss scenes, lmao.

10 – Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? Not published. I did write 2 crossovers with a friend between a book that used to be a Portal Fanfic and also TMNT but the version my friend wrote.

11 – Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I know of.

12 – Have you ever had a fic translated? nope.

13 – Have you ever co-written a fic? Not published. Just the above-written TMNT crossover, and also a 2099 fanfic that's neither done nor published. I got to write a lot of the existence of Gabriel O'Hara. My babygrill.

14 – What's your all-time favorite ship? uhh... not sure. Probably Chell x Wheatley because it was not only my first real intro to shipping, but i'm SUPER attached to it.

15 – What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? all of them. I literally am running on WHO KNOWS what, lmao. I have endings planned for a few but I'm very far away from them smh.

16 – What are your writing strengths? Dialogue, I think. I really like writing dialogue and emotions. How do I do it? a whole childhood of talking to myself thumbs up emoji.

17 – What are your writing weaknesses? Setting. I always forget to describe where people are and how they're interacting with what's around them.

18 – Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I mean... I do it in my Iri fic that's currently got no title. She speaks a bit of Falmeris rn, but I plan to add more languages. I think it's great as long as it's explained!

19 – First fandom you wrote for? Portal. Not published, but OH MAN it's 50 pages of. something. WAIT NO IT WAS A LOTR FIC I DIDN'T KNOW WAS A FIC THAT I MADE WHEN I WAS LIKE 6 LMAOOOO also not published, but it was called Legendary: a Hobbits Tale.

20 – Favorite fic you've written? Probably LMHYUISYH or the Iri fic. The first because it's SO SOFT I LOVE SOFT RAHHH. the second because the brainrot is strong. Also maybe the 6th House AU that is literally just floating around in my head and in messages and a few doodles.

1 – How many works do you have on AO3?

2 – What's your total AO3 word count?

3 – What fandoms do you write for?

4 – What are your top five fics by kudos?

5 – Do you respond to comments?

6 – What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

7 – What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

8 – Do you get hate on fics?

9 – Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

10 – Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

11 – Have you ever had a fic stolen?

12 – Have you ever had a fic translated?

13 – Have you ever co-written a fic?

14 – What's your all-time favorite ship?

15 – What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

16 – What are your writing strengths?

17 – What are your writing weaknesses?

18 – Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

19 – First fandom you wrote for?

20 – Favorite fic you've written?

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[finmoryo]

So I tried looking up Turgon and typed in turg, expecting the tolkien gateway site to fill in, but no this is a new laptop that doesn’t know that yet I just typed in turg and searched it. And of course Call Me Kevin’s Turg was the first page that came up. How everything I love is so very related.

#Now i'm thinking of turg in gondolin that'd be hilarious #call me kevin and silm crossover when? #kevin would never read the silmarillion #kevin should play shadow of mordor #as far as i remember he hasn't really played anything tolkien related #he should though maybe the lego games? #my brother has the lego hobbit sealed #and we have some lotr game for the original xbox but i don't think it works at least our controllers don't #he said we played it but i don't remember it i think he was just lying so I wouldn't ask him to play it with me #i don't even know where the xbox is #we have a one a 360 a series x i think and the original #he had an xbox special interest for a while which is why he bought it #i think we have a few others though i don't remember #i had the 360 in my room at one point and played skyrim on it regularly #but we're moving and it's in the new house i don't even play it

[solitaria-fantasma]

where are your other blogs? I've seen you talk about them but I don't see any links

((Say no more, Anon! :D

You can find me at:

fazbear-security (sideblog to this one)

atwaba (Hetalia OC blog, also a sideblog to this one, just kind of exists)

son-of-the-frost-hearted (Marvel OC blog)

spellsword-archer (Skyrim and general TES/LotR crossover blog)

dimorphodon-defect (Transformers G1 OC blog)

k3rb3r0s (Overwatch OC blog, sideblog to the one above)

singer-saboteur-soldier-spy (Megaman X OC blog)

unassuming-navi (Megaman Battle Network OC blog)

I also have lucid-nightmaren but that fandom is dead and kind of hardcore gatekeeping from my experience so as much as I love the games the blog is just kind of there

Most of these blogs are low activity just because the fandoms are dead/slow/hard to break into. I’m always looking to RP/write with these blogs more! But finding the right prompts/partners is....difficult.

I’ve advertised some of these blogs here before, but I don’t have any permanent links to them, just because I do want SOME privacy between them.))

#OOC #ask #Anon #((I've already had at least one person follow me from blog to blog)) #((bombarding me with questions about one in the inbox of another)) #((I don't want to block people so I just)) #((kept them separate I guess?)) #((this post should change that tho))

[curiousartemis]

Stealth tagged by @razrogue o.o

Tagging: @tishinada @r2smuse @dharmaserenity @laurelindebear @melissagt @valo-kass

favorite game from the last 5 years? ‒ Mass Effect: Andromeda

most nostalgic game?  ‒ Oof. Metal Gear 2: Solid Snake, Halo 2, Mortal Kombat

game that deserves a sequel?  ‒ Dragon’s Dogma

game that deserves a remaster?  ‒ Dragon Age: Origins, Mass Effect trilogy

favorite game series?  ‒ Mass Effect

favorite genre? ‒ RPG, fantasy, elf avatar <3

least favorite genre?  ‒ mobile games and Facebook type games

favorite song from a game? ‒ ME3 soundtrack, DAI soundtrack, Halo 2 theme, Portal’s “Still Alive”

favorite character from a game? ‒ Fenris, Isabela, Brynjolf, Ulfric Stormcloak, Reyes Vidal, Aria T’Loak

favorite ship from a game? ‒ mHawke x Fenris, f!Hawke x Isabela, m!Solavellan, m!Ryder x Reyes, m!Shenko, f!Shiara

favorite voice actor from a game? ‒ Robin Atkin Downes, Nicholas Boulton

favorite cutscene? ‒ The scene in Liam’s loyalty missiong when Liam and Ryder are arguing; The scene when Solas breaks up with Lavellan (all three romance scenes, really); “Don’t FUCK with Aria”; when Shepard can’t bring him/herself to answer the asari counselor after the fall of Thessia; the scene between Shepard and Kaidan on Horizon (ouch)

favorite boss?  ‒ The Arishok xDDD kidding! The Reaper on Rannoch; my heart pounds before it begins, and I feel exultant afterward. 

first console?  ‒ My cousin’s Nintendo, or my brother’s Sega, or, as an adult, my Xbox 360

current console or consoles?  ‒ PS4, but I play primarily on PC

console you want?  ‒ I want a new graphics card for my PC but otherwise I’m happy.

place from a game that you’d like to visit?  ‒ Skyrim, especially Markath; the entire Mass Effect universe

place from a game that you’d like to live in?  ‒ I would say ‘The Citadel,’ but a giant space station floating in space makes me nervous... so, I want want to be an asari, born on Thessia, or a quarian, many years in the future so I don’t have to use my enviro-suit, living on Rannoch.

ridiculous crossover that would never happen but would be super fun?  ‒ ehm, I honestly don’t care for crossovers. 

book that would make a good game?  ‒ the Dragonriders of Pern; LOTR (SP RPG with romances and race selection <3)

show/movie that would make a good game? ‒  Star Wars (again, SP RPG with romances and race selection), Star Trek (same)

games you want to play?  ‒ CyberPunk 2077, the next Dragon Age, the next Mass Effect, the next TES

have you gotten 100% completion in a game?  ‒ I’m not sure; I don’t ever look at achievements. Only goals I ever set for myself are to beat games on the hardest difficulty

have you cried over a game?  ‒ Yes: Mass Effect 3, even before playing the first two. Now I cry even more. Every time. I also cried when Solas broke up with me. My heart broke for my sweet Lavellan. He did NOT deserve that.

what power-up or ability would you want in real life?  ‒ Asari commando-level biotic abilities! 

[fandomficsnstuff]

A Chance Encounter - 8

(Warnings: Hint at smut, some mentions of beheading, that’s it for now)

For the words in bold, if you want to know 100% what they mean, here’s the website I use, some of the words may have more than one meaning so I suggest picking one that fits best with the entire sentence: https://www.thuum.org/translator.php  

The amazing moodboard is made by @quantumlocked310

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Ruth was currently undressing from her armor, intending to try and get some rest before they marched tomorrow, when suddenly there was a knock on the door. Ruth walked over and opened it, smiling once she saw it was Legolas, stepping aside to let him in. She closed the door and went back to her bed, continuing to unstrap her armor “Legolas, to which do I owe this great honor?” she asked half-jokingly, smiling at him over her shoulder as she undid her boots and took them off, putting them aside “I’m sorry, I can come back later?”

“No, it’s quite alright. You’re seen me naked with only a blanket to cover myself and helped me get dressed while in that state, I believe you can see me in my tunic and trousers” Ruth stated with amusement, Legolas chuckling lightly as he nodded “so, did you have a reason to visit me at an ungodly hour? Or did you just want to watch me undress?”

“Is that not a reason?”

“Careful now, prince, it almost sounds as though you’ve taken a liking to me” she teased, Legolas smiling with blushing cheeks. “And what if I have?” he asked softly, Ruth stopping what she was doing, looking over her shoulder at him, her own cheeks burning “then I’d say it was welcomed, and I’d be more than happy to allow you more liberties other than watching me undress” she whispered, turning to fully face Legolas as he walked over, his lips softly meeting hers, her hands threading through his blonde hair as his hands threaded through her red hair. The kiss slowly got heavier and heavier, Legolas about to back her towards the bed when she parted from him, cupping his cheeks in her hands, her eyes looking all over his face, as though trying to memorize every little detail, a sad smile on her lips. “This may be my last night in your realm, Prince Legolas of Mirkwood…” Ruth whispered, Legolas resting his forehead against hers, his hands drifting to her hips where he held them gently “would you prefer that I left?”

“Gods, no” Ruth whispered before desperately kissing him again, the two of them stumbling towards the bed, Ruth landing on her back as Legolas moved to rest in between her legs, his hands slowly sliding up her sides from her hips as they continued to kiss.

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Ruth were slowly getting ready, having just pulled on her tunic when she felt the bed shift behind her, an arm wrapping around her midsection and lips pressed against her bare neck. “You’re up early…”

“I never sleep well before a battle, and I never rest well with my beast blood… though I’ll admit, you’ve-... helped… I slept better than I had in years” Ruth admitted with red cheeks as she began to lace up the tunic in the front by her cleavage. “The moons?”

“They’re not full on Nirn, they’re waning, in fact… I haven’t dreamed in years, but…”

“But?”

“But I dreamt last night…” Ruth admitted, hands falling to rest over his arm over her midsection, Ruth leaning into his bare chest, eyes closing in bliss. “Would you tell me of your dream?”

“No… I’m afraid it’ll ruin it, spoil it with reality…” she whispered with a sad hint to her voice, Legolas frowning as he kissed up her neck again, his arm tightening around her to keep her closer. Ruth allowed her the peaceful moment before sighing, turning to face Legolas, leaning down and gently kissing him before leaning away, standing up and beginning to get dressed in her usual armor. “What do you wear in your world? When you don’t have dragons and daedra to fight?”

“It depends on where I am… Master Neloth will not tolerate anything but the finest of the finest, but at home… at my farm… I wear comfortable clothes, clothes I can work in…” Ruth stated with a blissful smile, looking over her shoulder at Legolas. “Not much different from what I wear now” she admitted, gesturing to her tunic and trousers before picking up her armor and beginning to put it on. “I would like to see it, one day, your farm…” Legolas admitted with a soft smile, Ruth smiling at him with joy over her shoulder, yet it was subdued “perhaps you will… if there’s a way for me to come back, to essentially come and go as I please, I may try and bring you back to Skyrim… let you ride a dragon and see the world from a Dovah’s eyes” she stated the last bit teasingly, Legolas smirking at her “sounds terrifying…”

“It is, at first… perhaps it’s just because I’m a dragonborn but-... I’ll never forget that first ride… the wind was so harsh I could barely keep my eyes open, yet it was breathtaking… how fast everything goes, giant castles and palaces turn into nothing but small dots on a larger piece of paper, cities become nearly invisible, their smoke and fires not reaching high enough to reach you and pollute your breath… mountains are scales and passed over in the blink of an eye, cities are gone before you know it, trees nothing but sticks beneath you, the sea, nothing but a pond, so far down that you can’t even gaze at your reflection in the water… the sun’s warmth directly hitting your skin, no clouds there to block it out and make it colder… the ride always ends far too soon… if you could visit my world, I’d show you as much as I could… Solstheim, Blackreach, Riften. I’d show you the Throat of the World, let you meet the Graybeards and Paarthurnax, you’d meet Inigo and my dogs, the children at the Orphanage that I donate to, I’d show you the College of Winterhold, I’d show you the Sea of Ghosts… I’d show you Markarth, the only Dwemer city above ground… you’d meet Brynjolf and Karliah, you’d meet great Jarls and the oldest cities and ruins of a time long forgotten” Ruth stated with a smirk, Legolas smiling softly at her as she sat down by his side on the bed, Legolas gently cupping her cheek. “I’d join you for all that and more” he whispered, Ruth smiling at him, leaning in and kissing him softly before leaning away “what else would you show me?” he asked with a smirk, Ruth giggling lightly.

“I’d show you the Sleeping Tree Camp, where a mere distant relative of the Eldergleam Tree is set, and then I’d take you to see the ancient tree itself. I’d introduce you to Serana, take you to Castle Volkihar, take you to castle Dawnguard and introduce you to Isran. I’d introduce you to the Companions in Whiterun, I’d take you to the oldest Atmoral city in Skyrim, Windhelm. I’d show you their wall of names, of ancient kings that have ruled the city. I’d show you every artifact at my house, every single book I’ve found and kept… if we have to go through the way I did, maybe you’d meet Herma Mora… though that’s not exactly a pleasure, he’s-... not-... daedric princes each choose to have an appearance, sometimes is can change but mostly it stays the same. Clavicus Vile is a little imp with horns and a dog, Nocturnal is a woman, Sheogorath is-... technically a man but he’s madder than a box of mudcrabs, but Herma Mora… he has chosen a very… unique appearance. Unlike most Princes, Hermaeus Mora does not take on a humanoid form, but appears instead as a grotesque abomination: he is a green mass or void of tentacles and eyes. He is quite a slow talker as well” Ruth added jokingly, Legolas smiling softly at her. “You know them all by heart?”

“In a way… though I’ll admit that I don’t like them… most I despise, except for two…”

“Which two?”

“The Daedric Prince of Madness, Sheagorath and the Daedric Prince Sanguine, they’re the only relatively good ones, except for Meridia but she’s quite demanding”

“You’ve spoken with all of them?”

“At least once, yes… but Herma Mora is the one I will have to go through… If I can…”

“And if you can’t?” Legolas dared to ask, his eyes locked on her, hands fiddling with the blanket as her every move halted, her eyes on the ground and he could feel the wave of heartbreak washing over her “then I’m left with no choice but to stay. It’s a tempting choice, yes, but one I’d rather not make without knowing if my home is safe, if the people I care for are well…”

“I would miss you…” Legolas stated softly, Ruth smiling at him over her shoulder, leaning down and kissing him softly, “and I would miss you… more than soaring above as a Dovah would… bur perhaps I can plan a vacation in between my many, many responsibilities… if you turn out to be worth it” Ruth joked back gently, giggling, giving him another kiss before sighing and leaning away, continuing to dress. “We should eat before we leave… we’ll need a full stomach if we’re going to fight well today…”

“You always fight well.”

“And so do you, my love, so we best keep at it, Frodo is counting on us” Ruth stated with a soft smile, pulling her fingerless gloves on, attaching her cloak and sitting back down on the bed as Legolas began to get dressed, braiding and pulling her hair just out of the way, making sure it wouldn’t come loose during the battle. She felt the bed dip once again behind her, hands replacing her own, braiding her hair and making sure it was secure. “In your world… what is it like? Your everyday?” Legolas asked as he braided, Ruth smiling softly, eyes closing as she leaned into his touch. “It differs… Most days are the same. I sleep in a tent with Inigo and my dogs, traveling from one city to another, doing menial tasks in between. Either I’m slaying a giant for a jarl or saving a town from a dragon, defeating long since dead dragon priests, taking their masks as a trophy. I explore places I’ve never been… I think the last time I was truly in a city for more than a day was when I last wore an amulet of Mara. Akatosh have mercy, it was overwhelming” Ruth stated with amusement, chuckling lightly. “Why?”

“Well, Mara is the goddess of love and marriage and maternal love. Her amulet is often worn as a sign that someone is looking for a partner to marry, though I mainly wore it for her blessings at that time. Every man and woman with eyes started to propose once they saw my bow… they thought it was made of gold and that marrying me would give them riches” Ruth laughed quietly, feeling Legolas secure her braids and so she turned to smile up at him. “They-... proposed?” Legolas asked with shock, Ruth smirking at him “jealous?”

“No-”

“Good. I’ve always declined them… I know I’ll live far past their age… and I cannot have children, marrying me would be a fool’s errand. Marriage is not in my cards, I’ve come to terms with that…” Ruth muttered sadly as she got up, Legolas standing up and gently taking her hand “you won’t marry, because you’ll outlive them?” Legolas asked with confusion, Ruth cupping his cheek in her hand, giving him a sad smile “because I never loved them. I’ll outlive most in my world… friends, family… lovers…” Ruth trailed off, her eyes flickering to his lips before looking back up at his eyes, giving him yet another sad smile “Aragorn is on his way, we should leave” she stated softly, pulling away from Legolas with a frown, as though it pained her to physically remove herself from him, yet she did, grabbing her weapons, securing her satchel around her hip on the left side, a little further back so it wasn’t directly at her side. Soon after there was a knock on the door, Ruth giving a brief ‘yes?’ and the door opened, revealing Aragorn as she had predicted, though he was surprised to find Legolas there, his look one of shock before he forced it away, a smirk tugging at his lips as he looked down briefly. “We’re riding out” he informed, Ruth giving a brief nod before turning to Legolas, Aragorn leaving and closing the door behind him. Ruth smirked over her shoulder at Legolas, sauntering towards him with slow and enticing steps as she neared where he sat on the bed. She leaned down, one of her knees beside him, one of her hands cupping his cheek as she leaned in, kissing him softly, Legolas chasing after her lips when she parted, giving him a coy smile, her thumb gently stroking his cheekbone “for Frodo and Sam” she whispered softly, leaning down and giving him another kiss before standing up and grabbing her weapons “I’ll be in the stables…”

“Shadowmere is in the stables?”

“It was a tough battle but yes, it’s waiting for me” Ruth admitted with amusement, giving him yet another soft smile before leaving the room so he could get dressed in peace.

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Ruth gently patted Shadowmere’s mane, brows knitted together in a frown as she watched the black horse with worry and care for the demonic horse, as though it was but a helpless foal, instead of a horse from the depths of the earth, eyes blood-red and teeth sharp like a warg. “M’Lady, are you scared?” Éomer asked, Ruth unable to keep a tiny smile from forming on her lips as she continued to pet the horse as they all marched towards their destination. “Scared? No… Worried? Yes. But not for me… if Shadowmere should fall… I don’t know what destiny awaits it… if we were home, on Nirn, I know he would return to the Void but here? Lorkhan has no presence here, I’m unsure if Shadowmere would be able to return to Sithis…”

“And what of you? Are you not afraid or worried?” Éomer asked with an encouraging smile, Ruth glancing at him before sighing, sitting back in her saddle before looking at Éomer. “I’m not sure what I should be worried about, Lord Éomer… I’m old, older than you and Aragorn… I have lived many lives… I have been a shadow on the wall, creeping around, doing the bidding of a higher power… I have been crouching in the dark, stealing from a rich snob who turned his nose up at a begging family, giving what I stole to said family… I have been summoned by Jarls and generals, stewards and common folk alike… I’ve slayed dragons, giants, mammoths, bandits, vampires. I’ve killed blood-kin and foes and I’ve been forced to kill friends… I have been to an underground city, I have been to the afterlife and back. I have served Daedra and Aedra alike, I have been wounded, betrayed, stabbed, shot in the head with an arrow and left to die… yet here I am… if I’m to die now, perhaps I won’t go to Sovngarde, but I will be able to say that I’ve done it all… I’ve lived for generations and have not a single thing to regret about it… I know there are some things in my past that I am not proud of, but I’d never be able to regret it…” Ruth admitted, smirking at Éomer’s shocked expression “so to answer your question, Lord Éomer; no. I’m not afraid nor worried, but I will fight with my last breath to ensure the safety of every good person on this earth” she admitted, giving him a small smile before looking ahead again, the rest of the ride being silent between everyone, no one dared to speak up. Ruth couldn’t help but gulp when she saw the giant, black gate in the distance, her brows knitting together in worry as Shadowmere halted with her on top, Legolas frowning softly at her. “Ruth?”

“Vul Ol Vulon, Nu Zu’u Hahnu Fah Fin Kun Do Fin Krein… There’s no mistaking what that leads to” Ruth muttered, gesturing towards the gate, glancing at Legolas before sighing softly, looking at Aragorn who gave a brief nod, Ruth kicking Shadowmere gently, making the demonic horse gallop alongside the others’ as they neared the Black Gate. “Let the Lord of the Black Land come forth! Let justice be done upon him!” Aragorn called out, Ruth gripping the reins on Shadowmere a tad tighter, her heart hammering in her chest, eyes flickering over the details of the large gate, acutely aware of every little detail. Suddenly the large metal creaked, the sound of metal scraping against metal nearly made Ruth clench her teeth, her brows furrowing as she gripped the reins even tighter, watching the giant metal gates swing open just a little bit, enough for a single rider to come through, Ruth keeping a calm facade despite her heart thumping in her chest, banging against her ribcage like a drum… perhaps she was a little scared after all…

“My master Sauron the Great bids thee welcome,” his voice visibly made Ruth flinch a little, her eyes wide as she stared at the horrid thing, like something inhuman had pulled on a human suit, it’s teeth bared and dirty and yellow, to the point where it made Ruth feel sick. “Is there any in this rout with authority to treat with me?”

“We are not here to treat with you or your master, vile scum. Hi Lost Nid Zin, Uv Aan Mul Hahdrim, Fod Hi Aam Aan In Grik Ol Hin” Ruth snapped, glaring at the rider, the golden flecks in her eyes flaming to life, shining and making themselves known, the rider looking at her while baring his teeth, Ruth riding a few steps closer, glaring at him. “Tell your master this; his armies of Mordor will disband, your master will leave this place for eternity and so will you, before I slaughter each and every one of you, your master will know pain for certain by then” Ruth growled, the masked rider laughing briefly in his disgusting voice that made Ruth’s sun-kissed skin crawl, the corners of her nose twisting up in disgust, his eyes covered yet Ruth knew he was looking at her. “Ah, Sayla… I have a token I was bidden to show thee…”

Ruth’s throat closed up when he said her given name that Master Neloth bestowed upon her when he took her in, but her entire breathing stopped when she saw the small, light chainmail called Mithril, her lips slightly curling up in anger as she looked from the shirt to the rider once more, her eyes barely blinking as it was thrown at Gandalf who caught it, her grip on the reins of her horse was so tight that her knuckles began to grow as white as snow. She didn’t even hear the taunting words of the rider, Shadowmere slowly walking forward without being told to do so, in sync with Ruth as she slowly came up at the rider’s side and just as he turned to look at her, his head fell from his shoulders, Ruth practically shaking with anger as she lowered her dragon-bone sword, slowly turning Shadowmere around, tears in her eyes despite the furious look on her face as she faced the others. She rode a tad closer to the others, still shaking with fury. “He’s not dead. I don’t believe it, I WILL not believe it!” she growled, the growling sounds of a furious wolf mixing with her own voice as she spoke, her entire body shaking with anger still and she looked over her shoulder at the black gate, turning Shadowmere to face it. “Sauron!! Your lies and deceit do not work on those who are clever enough to follow themselves. Come out and face us!! You unworthy coward!! Drun Enook Hin Mulaag, and you might survive!! Spineless son of a mudcrab and goblin!! The Rieklings have more strength than you claim to possess, so come on! Show us what you’ve got, you coward!!” Ruth growled, shouting as loudly as her voice would allow.

#Skyrim fic #LOTR fic #Skyrim x LOTR crossover #A Chance Encounter #Elder Scrolls: V #Legolas x OC #Legolas x Ruth Telvanni

[fandomficsnstuff]

A Chance Encounter - 5

(Warnings: some angst, fluff, jokes, I’m pleased with this chapter actually:3)

For the words in bold, if you want to know 100% what they mean, here’s the website I use: https://www.thuum.org/translator.php  

Amazing moodboard goes to @quantumlocked310

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Ruth’s eyes were closed as she enjoyed the cold air, her cheeks pink from the cold as she took a deep breath. The celebrations had long since died down but she didn’t feel like going inside yet. She heard footsteps, light, softly approaching and she couldn’t help but smile softly, already having an idea of who it was and the voice only confirmed it. “Are you not cold?” Ruth hummed quietly at the question, gently shaking her head as she opened her eyes, looking up at Aragorn with a soft expression “my kind never truly grows cold… never sleep peacefully either” Ruth added in a quiet voice, looking over the sleeping Edoras as Aragorn sat down beside her. “Tell me, your kind… how many others have you met?” Aragorn asked and Ruth couldn't help but pale a little bit when she heard it, a second pair of footsteps, much lighter, reaching her ears long before they reached Aragorn’s. “Legolas, sit” Ruth awkwardly invited, smiling over her shoulder at him before turning back to Aragorn. “Not many. I have met others but I have not known them… I’m sad to say that the ones I didn’t know that I met, have been ones who were lost, lost within the desire to hunt, overtaken with the blood they have, attacking everyone and everything in sight. Most don’t want this blood by choice, most get infected from another species, they don’t realize it until it’s too late. Those are the ones I have killed… the ones I have known are different. There was Skjor, Aela, Farkas, Vilkas… Kodlak… Kodlak was different… he was what is known as a Harbinger, a sort of mentor, guiding a faction called The Companions, giving advice, but they don’t actually lead. He was a great man, though he grew tired of the beast blood, as we call it. We have a saying; eyes on the prey, not the horizon. It’s to remind us what’s in front of us, and not what’s to come, but Kodlak was beginning to look to the horizon… he wanted to be rid of it… cured… he looked for ways to do this, one day he sent me out to find this cure, but when I got back he-... he was dead, attacked, killed in battle. I attended his funeral after avenging him, after that, I managed to cure him even in death, allowing him to enter Sovngarde, as he deserves” Ruth explained in a soft voice, daring to cast a glance at Legolas and it seemed like Araogorn caught onto this, clearing his throat as he sighed and stood up, stretching a bit “goodnight, Ruth, Legolas” Aragorn bowed his head before entering the hall once more, though he didn’t stray far, peeking around the corner to see Ruth and Legolas sit beside each other, Legolas looking at her, Ruth avoiding his gaze all together, as though the stone steps they were sitting on was the most interesting thing she had seen in all of her unnaturally long life.

“A-About earlier, I overstepped, forgive me, Legolas” Ruth blurted out, continuing to avoid his gaze until Legolas finally had enough, his hand gently cupping her cheek, turning her head to face him and the second she did, his lips pressed against hers, and this time, it was her who was unprepared. It took a few seconds before she registered what was happening, but when she did, her eyes closed as she leaned into his touch, kissing him softly and gently. Aragorn smirked before turning away, about to continue when he heard Ruth’s worried voice. “Legolas?...” her voice was wavering a little as Legolas frowned before looking at her with terror. “It’s here!” he whispered and Ruth frowned as she got up, Legolas soon following as she ran to the room everyone else was sleeping in, bursting into the door with Aragorn following soon after, watching him take the glowing orb from Pippin only to faint soon after. Without thinking Ruth ran forward as the orb rolled, picking it up, expecting to faint as Aragorn had done but instead she just held the cold orb in her hands, a frown on her pale, freckled face as she stared into the fiery eye portrayed in the orb, her frown growing into a look of horror, her breathing picking up as though she was horrified, a look of utter terror forming on her face as Gandalf quickly used a blanket to cover the orb and take it from her. Gandalf cast one look at her as she looked at him, her green eyes moving to an unmoving Pippin and before Gandalf could react, she was by his side, cupping his face in her hands as she studied him before closing her eyes, holding both hands out over Pippin’s body, over his head. A glowing light began to form, warm, like a lit candle, a small chiming noise filling the quiet room as the glow began to stretch into lines, like silk ribbons flowing through a river, wrapping around Pippin’s entire body as it was as though a glowing light outlined his still body, the light almost blinding to anyone being too close, the chiming, although unrelenting, was comforting, as though the sound itself was enough to soothe someone, everyone’s panic slowly vanishing as they watched the glowing light slowly fade, the chiming sound fading into nothing as Ruth opened her green eyes again, the flecks of gold seemingly alive, breathing even, as though excited that she was using some part of herself she kept hidden. Pippin’s eyes shot open and he gasped, Gandalf quickly kneeling down beside him as Ruth stood up and stepped back, almost stumbling. She cast a glance around the room but didn’t seem as though she was actually looking at anything. Her feet carried her past everyone as she rushed outside, her feet carrying her towards the gate as Legolas followed after her once he made sure Aragorn was alright.

“Ruth… Ruth! Ruth!!” Legolas shouted as he tried to catch up to her, eventually reaching her, gently touching her elbow before grasping it to stop her, which worked. “What did it say?” Legolas’ soft spoken question was enough for Ruth to break down, tears in her eyes as she finally looked up at him, the green pools he adored, swimming amongst unshed tears. “Hin Daan Ag Enook Sivaas Hi Haalvut, Sahlo Mal Lucia” Ruth’s voice was barely above a whisper, a lump in her throat as she looked back towards the hall “he knew my daughters name…” she muttered, looking down with a heavy sigh before shaking her head, her free hand gently removing his hand from her elbow, her eyes meeting his once more as a few tears spilled over, running down her pale cheeks, staining those beautiful freckles. In a split second she leaned up and softly kissed him before standing back down, whistling a low tune and stepping back from him, saddling up on Shadowmere as the horse stopped in front of her. “Don’t wait for me” was her last words before she rode the rest of the way towards the gate, slipping through them with Shadowmere, Legolas’ feet carrying him to one of the watchtowers, a shadow darker than the night surrounding them was seen moving across the field, out of sight and it wasn’t long after that Legolas heard a deep, long howl that sounded much more different to the other times he had heard that howl, this was one of pain.

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Legolas fiddled nervously with the necklace Ruth had let him keep, his brows drawn together in a frown as he was deep in his own head, only present enough to steer the horse every now and then, humming at whatever Gimli was saying. “She will be alright, Legolas” the elf looked up at Aragorn with a frown, a sigh leaving his lips as he looked away from Aragorn, back down at the necklace before looking ahead again, not saying a single word, Gimli looking at Aragorn with a concerned look. “You saw her, she can fight thousands of orcs for hours without getting a scratch on her, and now she has her ring” Aragorn once again tried to persuade his friend but all he got was Legolas turning his gaze further away from him, a sigh leaving his lips as he nearly gave up. “Five days” Legolas finally spoke up, looking back at Aragorn “she has been gone for five days” Legolas added, Aragorn nodding softly “and she will be back. She has someone to come back to” Aragorn reminded the elf, a small smile tugging at his lips when he saw Legolas blush. “Besides, I don’t truly think she’s that far away” Aragorn stated with a smirk, gesturing in the direction of a mountain ridge they were near, Legolas’ blue eyes following up the stone structure until he was met with a pair of glowing yellow eyes that were gone as soon as he had seen them, his entire body relaxing more as he occasionally glanced back on the ridge, hoping he’d see those glowing eyes again, and even though he was met with stone each time he tried, he still looked occasionally.

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It was dark when the guards at the new camp saw two red, glowing eyes approach them, the sound of hooves treading the grass calmly as they approached was about the only sound that gave it away that someone was approaching, despite the eyes. They were about to ask the person to halt when they spotted her, someone who had been talking with the king himself, so they let her ride through, three dead deer on the back of her horse, two rabbits hanging from the side and a fox hanging on the other side of the saddle, all gutted expertly. Legolas raised his head as he heard the hooves of a horse he had heard a few times now, his eyes lifting from his bow to the red eyes that approached him, the horse stopping barely an inch from him as it’s rider saddled off. For the first time her hood was up, a sort of mask covering half of her face from her eyes under, her red hair hidden behind the hood as she began to unload the deers, rabbits and the fox before making a small clicking noise, Shadowmere turning around and calmly walking out of the camp, out of sight and into the darkness. “You’re back” Legolas noted with a soft smile, and it was as though just hearing his voice was enough to make Ruth snap out of her quiet state, her green eyes meeting his, peeking over the edge of the mask that covered the rest of her face, her freckles and birthmark and scars hidden from his eyes as she held eye contact with him for a few seconds longs. “I overheard something about a lack of food” she finally mumbled, about to pick up one of the deer on her shoulder when Legolas stood up to help, picking up a deer himself and taking one of the rabbits, Ruth following his motions and picking up the fox, the two of them walking towards Théoden and Éomer.

Ruth dropped the deer and fox near Éomer, causing him to turn around at the noise as Legolas dropped the rest, smiling softly at Ruth before putting a hand on her shoulder, silently telling her he was fetching the rest. “I heard something about a lack of food” Ruth stated once more, pulling down the mask covering half her face, revealing a new scar on her cheek, near the old one that stretched through her birthmark, it was small and looked like it fitted in with the others, only it was fresher. “How did you hunt all this?” Éomer asked with shock as he kneeled down and inspected the expertly gutted animals as Legolas returned with the remaining animals, gently placing them on the ground by the others. “I’ve gutted them, do the rest” Ruth muttered in a tired voice before turning around and leaving, walking away from him and Legolas, pulling down her hood and sighing heavily, a hand running down her face in frustration. She was about to head towards the exit of the camp when Legolas caught up with her, gently grabbing her hand which stopped her, turning her to face him. “Back in Edoras… your words… what did they mean, Ruth?” Legolas asked softly and she closed her eyes in regret, gently shaking her head as she looked away, but she didn’t leave. “‘Your doom burns every creature you touch, poor little Lucia’... that’s what it said. Dragonborns have often been called ‘doomstriken’ or ‘doom fated’. Because of the dragon blood in our veins we lust for power and domination, and unfortunately, far too many give in to it…” Ruth muttered as she gently pulled her hand out of his, looking back up at him with a forced smile “I don’t want another death on my hands, Legolas…” Ruth trailed off as though her words were explanation enough, hoping and praying that Legolas would get the message but he just grabbed her hand again, gently guiding her to a nearby fire, sitting down with her on a log and the second she sat down, she leaned against his shoulder, eyes locked on the flames as they licked at the air, trying to climb higher and higher. “You’re not doomstriken, Ruth” Legolas’ soft words were enough for her to relax against him, her eyes closing out of their own accord before she forced them back open again, only for them to fall shut once more, this time she didn’t force them open though, she let herself drift off on Legolas’ shoulder, the fire warming her bones that had been strained for days now, hunting, running, never taking a moment to rest, until now. After a while Legolas gently picked her up and carried her to his tent, laying her down on his cot before laying down on the grass below, his own eyes closing as he began to drift off.

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When Legolas woke up, he expected to find Ruth, it was barely dawn, still dark outside but she was nowhere to be seen, the camp still mostly asleep but yet there were sounds of life outside the small tent. When Legolas looked towards the the cot he saw some stew carefully placed on it so it wouldn’t spill, a wooden spoon lying next to it and before Legolas could think anything else, the flap opened, revealing Ruth as she walked in, gaze downcast until she realized Legolas was awake, her cheeks burning bright red as she cleared her throat and approached, some bread in her hands, wrapped in some fabric as she walked closer and put it down beside the stew, gesturing to it “I uh… brought you food” she mumbled, giving him a soft smile before leaving the tent once more. Legolas happily took the food that she had brought him, it somehow tasted better with the knowledge that it was her who brought it to him in preparation for him to wake up, not Aragorn, certainly not Gimli, her.

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Legolas couldn’t help but glare as he watched her ride next to Éomer, the occasional smile thrown his way when he made her laugh, it annoyed him and he had no idea why. “The dragon at Helm’s Deep, it was real?!” Éomer asked and she nodded with a chuckle “yes, his name is Durnehviir, I bested him in combat once” she explained, Éomer blinking at her with shock “you-... bested a dragon?? Alone?” he asked with shock and her cheeks burned as she shrugged, clearing her throat awkwardly as she shifted uncomfortably in the saddle. “Yes, though I had help from three others… but he’s far from the first or last dragon I’ve bested, I just didn’t kill him, or well, I did but he can never really die so he just reappeared again” Ruth said as though that made it less of a big deal, Éomer’s eyes wide as he simply watched her, clearly making her uncomfortable without realizing it. “Bormahu Ofan Zu’u Mulaag…” Ruth muttered quietly as he continued to stare at her, her shy look slowly turning into one of annoyance. “Drem, Ruth, Drem. Krif Dovah Ahst Daar Lein Los Nunon Zoor…” she added quietly, glancing at Éomer before clearing her throat, raising her head as if she heard something, a frown forming on her face “yes, Legolas? Excuse me, Lord Éomer, I believe I heard Legolas calling for me” she said politely, turning Shadowmere around and practically galloping over to Legolas, opting to ride alongside him instead, letting out a heavy breath. “Please pretend to be talking to me” she whispered in a quiet voice, Legolas smirking as he chuckled, Aragorn shaking his head in amusement as Gimli looked at her confused. “Daar Wahl Zu’u Lingrah Fah Dii Sul Ahst Fin Monahven Voth Paarthurnax…” Ruth mumbled, looking at Legolas to find him already looking at her, a blush forming on her cheeks as she cleared her throat and looked away. “Sorry, I often speak in Dovah tongue when I’m annoyed… or anxious, or nervous. Or angry” Ruth muttered, forcing herself to smile up at Legolas, her smile becoming less forced when Legolas smiled back at her. “So, what were you saying?” Legolas asked and Ruth couldn’t help but chuckle a bit, “oh, I was merely complaining, muttering to myself of how I longed to be back at the Monahven with my teacher. It was quiet times such as those that made things bearable after the Civil War” she admitted with a casual shrug, looking ahead with that same, soft smile on her lips. “Monahven is the dragon word for The Throat of the World, a highly significant place. It’s the tallest mountain in all of Skyrim, and the world in fact, I think, and the Nords believe they originated from there, that a goddess of nature and wind blew them into creation atop that mountain peak, though some just believe they hailed from Atmora. Either way, it’s the birthing place of man and dragons alike, it is said that the spirit of Kyne rests upon that mountain. There’s also a sort of rift, a shard of some sort. Time was shattered on top of that mountain, creating a rift where if you have a specific Elder Scroll, you can see through it, see what caused the rift itself, live through it as though you were really there” Ruth explained in a smirk, turning her head when she was met with silence, clearing her throat awkwardly as she looked away “forgive me for rambling” she muttered, about to steer Shadowmere away when a voice stopped her, “Elder Scroll? What are those?” Ruth looked at Legolas as he posed the question, one of her red eyebrows arching as she smirked at him “how much time do you have, Legolas of Mirkwood?” she asked in a teasing voice, Legolas smirking right back at her “as long as it takes, Ruth of Solstheim…”

Ruth blushed at his words and Gimli rolled his eyes, waving Aragorn over and when he was close enough, Gimli dared to pull himself over to Aragorn to sit behind him instead, a chuckle leaving Ruth’s lips at his action. “I don’t blame you, Master Gimli, it is a difficult subject to understand and not for those of simple minds, I do not blame you for fleeing” she stated teasingly, Gimli’s look turning into one of pure and utter shock and he couldn’t have looked more offended if he tried. “Aragorn, put me back! I said; put me back! I’ll show that-... what are you doing?! Aragorn! You’re riding the other way!” Gimli complained, a smirk on Aragorn’s lips as he gave you and Legolas some privacy.

“So, an Elder Scroll” Legolas started and Ruth smirked up at him before chuckling “Elder ScrollS. There’s three in total I believe, safely contained in my home until they decide to leave. You see, Elder Scrolls are something entirely different, nothing can destroy them, fire, ice, lightning, not even my Thu’um can touch it! Elder Scrolls are exactly where they want to be, they can be resting on the table in your house one second and be gone the next with no trace as to how or why. They appear at different times on Nirn, shifting in between time as though it was a gentle stream of water and not an all commanding force of nature. They can tell you of the past, the present and the future, they are so powerful that you can go blind if you are too hasty in trying to read one, and even if you manage a glimpse at it, it’s rare that you’ll be able to intrepid what you’ll see anyway. They pop up at different times but always where they’re needed, during a dragon crisis where a specific person needs to peek through the window of time to the past to learn a crucial tool to help save the world, kept safely in another pocket realm, awaiting someone to pick it up and join it with it’s fellow scrolls to avert a vampire crisis and save the mortality and freedom of everyone. They always have a reason for existing, sometimes they stay decades in the same spot, knowing that one day someone will come get them, someone will have the purpose or the knowledge to find them. They can choose to disappear at any time, often at random but I believe there’s a sort of sentience to them. They always appear when needed, or when something concerning them is meant to happen or could happen. Four hundred years ago in my world, it is said that the Imperial Library had one of these scrolls, I’m not sure how they managed to get one but it is said to have been stolen by a legendary thief! The Gray Fox, legendary… I believe the scroll was there for that exact purpose. I believe the scroll I found in the dwemer ruins had waited decades for me to find it for the purpose of helping me see through that rift of time without going blind. Perhaps it is one of the Divines who control them, or the Daedra, perhaps they have their own sentience… I believe the latter. That they can think for themselves, they’re not alive but they are too methodical to be random acts of magic we don’t understand. I believe they act on the probability of things that can happen, there was a chance that the heist at the Imperial Library would be successful and so it planted itself into the hands of those it would be stolen from. There was a chance I’d make it to the Soul Cairn and free Valerica so she could lead me to the Scroll she kept hidden and locked away. There was a chance that I’d hear the rumors of the Dawnguard rising, that I’d join up to protect Skyrim once more and go to that cave where a woman was locked away with an Elder Scroll, which she would later entrust me with. They are all too methodical, too thought out to be simple acts of powerful magic… I don’t believe Magnus himself would have the power to do this so there has to be something more to it… it’s what I believe anyway, but the fact remains that not a lot is known about the Elder Scrolls, how they appear and disappear seemingly at will, how they can show the past, present and future all at once…” Ruth ended her rambling, about to apologize for rambling on and on when Legolas stopped her before she could, he enjoyed hearing her voice, even though he didn’t understand half of what she said. “The Dwemer had an Elder Scroll?” he asked with curiosity and Ruth seemed to light up at his question, bringing warmth to his heart as he watched her grin, watching her lips move as she began to explain and ramble, telling him her theories and beliefs as to how and why.

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Legolas hesitantly approached Ruth as she stood near the edge of the cliff, eyes locked on the moon, arms crossed over her chest as she had a small frown on her face, as though she was deep in thought, it was partially why Legolas was so careful when approaching her. “Ruth?” The short, red haired woman with almost glowing green eyes turned at the mention of her name, her eyes falling on Legolas and it was as though the sight of him alone was enough to make her less worried about something, her eyes returning to the moon up high above her. “There’ll be full moons on Nirn tonight… I’m amazed… I still feel the pull, the tug… even though I’m so far away… Hircine pulls me towards his hunting grounds…” Ruth whispered the last bit under her breath, as though it was a foreshadowing that she dreaded. “How did you arrive here, on Middle Earth?” Legolas finally asked the question that had plagued him since Lothlorien, a soft sigh leaving Ruth’s lips as she looked down. “I was roaming Apocrypha… collecting a unique book I had been looking for… a hobby of mine, but this book I wasn’t capable of finding on Nirn… so I traveled to Apocrypha, where all books and knowledge, free and forbidden, is stored. It’s the realm of a daedric prince who goes by the name Hermaeus Mora, or Herma Mora. I couldn’t find the book in that particular section of Apocrypha so I decided to exit and enter another section, hoping to find it there but when I exited-... I was here… I remember falling from the sky, hurling towards the ground… I managed to shift at the last moment, leaving me unscathed, sore but unscathed… I lost the clothes I was wearing but I wasn’t wearing anything significant, merely a comfortable dress. I ended up in Rivendell, I landed right outside a fountain of sorts, Lord Elrond happened to pass by, seeing me change back into human form… he cared for me, clothed me and fed me, nursed me back to my strength. Then a group of Dwarves showed up. When I first heard the news I was so confused,” Ruth stated with a light chuckle, gently shaking her head as she looked down at the ground, “the idea that Dwarves existed here, even though they were nothing like the ones from my world was quite a shock… I met them, got along well with them, learned about their culture and lives, they’re a festive bunch, small but cheery. They reminded me of the Companions, strong spirited and headstrong, full of fighting spirit. You should have seen Thorin’s face when I asked to join them on their quest, they all began to warn me about dragons and orcs and giant wolf like creatures the orcs used as mounts, it all sounded rather pleasant to me” Ruth admitted with a smirk, looking back up at Legolas “you know the rest” she ended, shrugging lightly before looking back out over the edge of the cliff. “Perhaps I can summon Durnehviir once more, to help in defending Gondor… he owes me quite a lot of favors and I know he enjoys the fresh air and sun, being cooped up in the Soul Cairn could have a vampire longing for the sun on their skin” Ruth added with an amused look on her face.

“What is a vampire?” Ruth’s head snapped in Legolas’ direction at his question, a look of shock on her face “you don’t-... you don’t have vampires?... I-I suppose it makes sense, since you don’t have Daedric Princes. Vampires are immortal beings from my world, created by a Daedric Prince of domination and enslavement, and of course vampires. Immortality is… tricky, in my world. Vampires will never get sick, grow old. They gain formidable power, but they can be killed, they can die from a wound if the wound is specific, like poisoned or inflicted by something specific. There’s different kinds of vampires too, there’s the daughters of Coldharbour and the men, they gain their vampirism directly from Molag Bal, the creator of vampirism, then there are the lesser streins, the ones infected by the Coldharbour vampires, then there are those infected by them, and so on and so on, each chain is weaker and less powerful than the ones directly from Molag Bal, or the ones that are direct from him. The further away from the source, the weaker” Ruth stated with a shrug, looking up at Legolas with a soft smile, as though studying him before looking back up at the moon “I rejected the offer to become one of the most powerful ones… I must admit that I somewhat regret it…” Ruth muttered the last bit with a bittersweet smile. “You… regret it?” Legolas asked slowly, seeing Ruth nod her head softly “yes… I had the option, to be infected by one who was transformed by Molag Bal himself, but I refused… I was too caught up in my beast blood back then, thinking that it was more superior than their power. It would have helped in the upcoming battles, giving me more control, more power… my kind, the Dovahkiin, I’ve told you of how we lust for power… that we can’t help it, it’s in a dragon’s nature to dominate and that nature lies within us, because of the dragon souls. It’s also very difficult to resist, I kept that in mind when I refused, believing I would be denying myself too much power in an attempt to control myself but-...” Ruth trailed off with an almost sad look to her, eyes moving to the ground under her feet, the edge itself barely more than a few inches away from where she was standing. “The beast blood haunts me, Legolas… I begin to grow tired of it… of the hunger, the restless nights… I haven’t slept soundly since I acquired the blood… I would do mostly anything for one night’s rest… without nightmares, without a restless need to hunt… I want hunting to be a sport again, not something that I felt compelled to do… If I could go back in time… I might’ve joined Lord Harkon… at least for a brief while…” Ruth admitted in an almost whispering voice, as though saying it out loud would damn her to the darkest pits of a place of her horrors,  eyes glazed over as if she was in some sort of daze. “Is there a way to cure yourself? You said you cured a man once after he was dead?” Legolas asked after a while, seeing her nod gently, as though doing any movement too big would make the world come crashing down over her head “there is… an item one must burn to free themselves… I’ve freed Kodlak… Vilkas, Farkas… only Aela and I are left and I grow tired of it, of never sleeping peacefully. I know Aela holds onto the blood so she can see Skjor, her lover, in the afterlife of Hircine, but I’m not so certain as to why I’m holding onto it… I have no one waiting for me in the Hunting Grounds. I suppose if I couldn’t go to Sovngarde I’d want to go to the Evergloam, if Nocturnal allows it. It’s said to be so beautiful that mortals go blind upon entering the realm” Ruth muttered with a blissful look before seemingly snapping out of it, blinking away a few tears before smiling up at Leolas “we best rest our bones before we’ll have to join Aragorn” she said casually, turning around to walk away when Legolas gently grabbed her by her elbow, stopping her “how-”

“There’s a rider approaching, Legolas. I remember the sound of the hooves, it’s Lord Elrond, also,” she took a step closer to him with a smirk “I can smell it’s him” she stated with a smirk before moving so his hand slipped into hers, a grin on her lips as she nodded towards the nearby fire where, amongst others, Gimli sat and laughed, enjoying himself. Legolas found himself easily pulled along with her, the smile she cast over her shoulder at him, the way the fire glowed behind her, making her red hair almost shine in the darkness, it was enough to convince him. She dragged him over by the fire, sitting down on the ground next to an open space on a log, Legolas sitting down on the log and without hesitating she leaned her head on his legs, grinning and laughing at one of Gimli’s comments. Legolas couldn’t help but admire her, the top of her fiery red hair, glowing, the small braids here and there as her hair was pulled from the front to the back of her neck, tied with a thick band of something, along with a clasp he knew to be dwarvish in origin, the symbols faint in the darkness, the moving light of the fire was enough to light up some of the carvings. Her skin almost burned through to his legs, she was almost burning as hot at the fire yet didn’t appear to be ill, her cheeks, although pale, had a healthy color to them, the freckled seemingly moving about on her cheeks, dancing across them, running over the bridge of her nose, he knew it was just the flames and the way the light was cast and moved, but it brought a smile to his face, the idea of her freckles coming alive, dancing to a tune no one but she knew.

#Skyrim fic #LOTR fic #Skyrim x LOTR Crossover #A Chance Encounter #Legolas x OC #Legolas x Ruth Telvanni #Elder Scrolls: V

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A Chance Encounter - 4

(Warnings: Some major fluff, some small fluff, overall this is a more soft chapter:3)

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It was dawn when Ruth returned, everyone was packing up the camp they had set up for the night, ready to move on, they were almost back to Edoras when Ruth came stumbling into the camp, gripping the neck of her horse desperately to try and stay upright, one foot dragging after the other as she managed to pull herself to where Legolas, Aragorn and Gimli were, Gandalf showing up not long after when he noticed her arrival. Ruth gave them a tired smile before falling to her knees, panting heavily as she lowered her head in exhaustion. Gandalf was the first to be by her side, helping her up on her feet again before inspecting her for wounds. When he found none, he sighed heavily and guided her to sit down near a fire, helping her down on a stone before stepping back to get her something to eat and drink. “Welcome back” Gimli said as he patted her shoulder, quickly redrawing his hand as he saw her wince in pain, mouth open in an ‘O’, an apology ready to spill from his lips but Ruth just smiled at him “I’m fine, Gimli, it’s okay” she stated with a soft smile, her eyes moving to Legolas before looking back at Gimli “I was stupid this time, that’s all” she added before mouthing her thanks to Gandalf who gave her some stew that she eagerly slurped down, surprising pretty much everyone that none of the stew fell out of the bowl to the side, with how aggressivly she was downing it. “I thought you hunted?” Aragorn asked as he began to pack up his things, seeing her nod eagerly out of the corner of his eyes “nothing to hunt out here, no rabbits, no deer, no elk, no wolves, no bears, the only prey I found were a few orc scouts and I’d rather sell my soul to Molag Bal before I eat that, they’re nothing like the orcs from my world” she stated with a scoff, Gimli chuckling briefly before patting her shoulder again without thinking, quickly drawing his hand back but Ruth just continued to eagerly eat the stew, putting the bowl to her lips and tilting her head back, emptying the small bowl before giving it back to Gandalf who chuckled briefly and shook his head at her.

“What are they like? The orcs from your world” Aragorn asked, him and Legolas helping her up on her feet, Aragorn letting go but Legolas held her arm as he guided her to her horse, her hand in the crook of his elbow as she willingly leaned on him. “Well, not that different from humans or elves. They’re nothing like these orcs, foul smelling, ugly… cruel. The orcs, or Orsimer, from my world are a part of what’s known as the ‘beast’ races. They include Argonians, Khajiit and Orsimer. Argonians are lizard-like people, Khajiit are cat-like people and Orsimer are-.... w-well it’s rude but some arrogant people call them pig faces, I can see why but it’s still rude… I’m not quite sure if it’s correct but I think they actually used to be elves, a long time ago, but some curse befell them, like with the dunmer. Thank you” her last statement was directed to Legolas as he helped her up on Shadowmere, they were one of the last ones to get ready so when they were all up on their respective horses, everyone began to move towards Edoras again. As she rode besides her companions, Ruth got out her journal, turning to a blank page before she got out something to write with, her hand moving over the pages almost effortlessly as Shadowmere moved at the same pace as everyone else, not needing the guidance horses usually needed. “What are you writing?” Legolas asked softly, glancing away from her journal as she looked at him, not wanting her to know he had been staring at her hand as it moved over the pages, though Gimli felt no shame as he nearly stood up on the horse behind Legolas to catch a glimpse at her words. “My hunt. Back in Skyrim I always wrote what I remembered from the night before, it was difficult at first but then I got my ring, gained more control, I stopped writing eventually, since I didn’t need help remembering anymore” she stated with a soft smile before chuckling at Gimli’s eagerness. “You may read it, Master Gimli, if you want. But I’m afraid it’s nothing special, I only write what I can remember and all I remember doing this night is running around, looking for prey to hunt, though I do remember killing an orc party…” Ruth added with a soft frown before handing the journal to the eager dwarf, giggling lightly as he eagerly read over the pages, only to frown in disappointment. Legolas thought it was the sweetest sound he had ever heard, the sound of her laugh, even as small as a giggle, bonding with his bones, deep inside of him, a warm feeling spreading through him as he watched her laugh as she took back her journal from Gimli, giving Legolas a small smirk before putting it away.

“Lady Telvanni-”

“Molag’s balls-”

“How can your horse follow without your need for guidance?” Éomer asked with surprise as he rode up on her other side, a feigned smile on Ruth’s lips that seemed to fool the young man. “Shadowmere and I go way back, Lord…?” she trailed off, eyebrows raised as she was waiting patiently for his name, Legolas biting his lips together in a thin line to not laugh while Gimli snickered, earning a playful nudge from you. “Uh-... Éomer, m’lady” he said and bowed his head, his eyes meeting her bright ones once more and she bowed her head in return. “Lord Éomer. What do you see when you look at my horse?” she asked with a knowing smirk, studying him as Éomer shifted his gaze to the mount she was riding, a frown forming on his face as he took in the horse’s appearance. Dark fur, darker than any night he’d ever experienced, it’s eyes blood red and almost glowing, and not from the sunlight either, it was like the glow was from the eyes itself. Shadowmere raised it’s head and glimpsed at him, as though it was aware of his staring, it made him uncomfortably lean back and hesitantly look back up at Ruth, who was smirking at him. “So, Lord Éomer, what do you see?” she asked calmly, biting the inside of her cheek to not laugh as Éomer cleared his throat and tried to act as though he wasn’t disturbed by the horse at all. “A fine steed, m’lady” he said with a forced smile, though it vanished as Ruth let out booming laugh, a hand on her chest as she leaned forward on her horse, a small grunt and snort making it’s way into her beautiful laugh as she sat back up, wiping the corner of her eye with the hand that had been on her chest. “You make me laugh, Lord Éomer” she said through her fit of chuckles, Éomer’s cheeks turning beet red as he smiled at her in a goofy way that dampened Legolas’ mood.

“‘A fine steed’... oh by all the Nine and the Daedra, you truly do make me laugh” she stated again, slowly coming down from her laughter, a beautiful grin on her lips as she shook her head softly at the idea. “Do you want the truth, Lord Éomer?” she asked with a smirk, leaning closer to him, having him lean closer to her in turn “Shadowmere is far older than your entire generation, immortality is sort of part of the deal when you’re the personification of the creator of my world” she said with a small wink before leaning back in her saddle, chuckling again “‘a fine steed’, what do you think Shadowmere, should I braid your hair?” she asked the horse while laughing, the horse letting out a screech as it raised it’s head in protest, giving Éomer a glimpse of it’s razor sharp teeth lining it’s mouth. “Forgive me, I’m not laughing at you, Éomer, I’m sorry if that’s how it seems but I promise you, I’m not laughing at you” she stated with a soft smile before patting his thigh, grinning at him. “Most people run screaming when they see old Shadowmere, never give you a chance, do they, old friend?” she asked the horse, patting it’s neck while it shook it’s head and mane as though it was able to understand her, dark hair whipping about it’s neck before it settled down again, a small giggle leaving Ruth’s lips once more. Éomer gave a shy nod with a forced smile before eyeing the strange horse once more, studying it until it turned it’s head and stared right back at him, making him gulp as he looked away. Éomer cleared his throat and gathered the reins more firmly, getting ready to ride off “I think I’ll scout ahead with a few of my men, please excuse me” he said and only rode off when Ruth bowed her head ever so slightly. The second he was gone she turned her head to Legolas, chuckling lightly “think I scared him off?” she asked jokingly, Gimli laughing so hard he nearly fall off the horse, only stopped by both Legolas and Ruth reaching for him while she laughed, Legolas reaching behind him and catching Gimli’s arm while Ruth caught his leg, still laughing that beautiful laugh of hers as they both helped him back on the horse, Legolas’ eyes landing on Ruth as she shook her head when she looked in front of her at Gandalf who had looked over his shoulder at the commotion, a small snort leaving her lips as she came down from her laughter, unaware of the blue eyes of the elf watching her, or maybe she was aware and just acted like she wasn’t.

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Ruth had her eyes closed as they were riding through Fangorn forest, memories of when she saw Gandalf again, Gandalf the White, flooding her mind. She had lost her ring in Fangorn forest, she wasn’t quite sure when, or how, but it had happened, she had felt the immediate feeling of the loss but hadn’t had time to look for it, prioritizing her quest more than her control, which in hindsight was a bad choice honestly. She was snapped out of her own thoughts when she felt a hand briefly on her shoulder, turning her head and looking at Aragorn who gave her a soft smile, silently asking her if she was okay. Ruth looked down at her left hand, her eyes focused on her forefinger as a small frown settled over her features “it feels… cold… I had gotten used to wearing it… in battle, asleep… while holding my daughter after getting home from a long trip…” Ruth admitted quietly, Aragorn nodding softly before looking ahead as they approached Isengard. “Your daughter-”

“Lucia… I haven’t said her name in years but-... it’s Lucia” Ruth admitted softly, looking at Aragorn who gave her a soft nod “what was she like?” he asked softly, careful to not step over any boundaries but the question seemed to bring tears of joy to those pools of green, flecks of gold coming alive as the memories flooded her mind. “Beautiful… inside and out… I’ll tell you more when we get back to Edoras, after perhaps I’ve had a few strong drinks” she joked with a soft smile, Aragorn nodding softly at her before patting her shoulder, letting her drift back into her own mind, her memories, as they found Pippin and Merry on the walls of a flooded Isengard. Ruth had her eyes closed, locked away in her own mind until she heard her name, her green eyes opening, locking on a white ring in between the fingers of Merry. In a split second she had jumped off of Shadowmere and climbed the wall to the two Hobbits, kneeling in front of Merry as she cautiously took her ring from him, putting it on hesitantly. “Did you put it on?... Did either of you put it on?!” she asked desperately, looking between the two with worry as they both shook their heads. “No, we remembered-”

“I remembered” Pippin interrupted, Merry rolling his eyes before turning back to Ruth “we remembered that it was your ring, you said something about it being cursed to Gandalf one night so we didn’t put it on” Merry finished and Ruth let out a sigh of relief, pulling Merry into a hug and gesturing Pippin over, which he happily accepted. “You two young rascals! Running off, being dumb and on top of all that, you’ve been eavesdropping on my private conversations with Gandalf??” she scolded softly, still smiling from ear to ear as she parted from them “by the Nine” she muttered with exhaustion before standing up with a small chuckle at the two troublesome Hobbits. She easily jumped off the wall and walked over to her horse, saddling up on Shadowmere, giving Merry a spot behind her once they rode further into Isengard, a smile on Ruth’s lips as her eyes moved to the ring on her left forefinger.

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Ruth was watching the sky turn pink, leaning against a pillar outside the hall, eyes locked on the sky as the stars slowly became visible. She felt a presence beside her, turning her head and smiling at Aragorn who had a mug of ale, Ruth eagerly accepting it before looking back up at the stars with that same smile. “So, your daughter” Aragorn began softly as he cleaned out his pipe, hearing a brief chuckle from Ruth’s lips as she looked down and nodded, mostly to herself, and she took a sip of the ale before deciding to talk. “She loved dresses, and dolls, by the Nine her dolls. I could swear she had over fifty and she always wanted more. I always brought home gifts from my travels, she was so spoiled but… not in a bad way, you know? She wasn’t-... she wasn’t ruined… she was so kind… but by all the Aedra she could be so stubborn too, and strong… I-... I saw her in the streets of Whiterun. The first time I had ever visited the city and there she was, under this dying tree, begging for money… I gave her a septim, our currency in Skyrim, and asked where her parents were… turns out they were dead… her uncle had thrown her out after her parents died, a local beggar had told her to beg for money, guiding her on what to do… I had seen a property on my way into the city and after I had my dealings in the city I went straight for the property, it was a little further from the city but had a sweet little farm… it’s difficult to describe how I came to be the owner of the small place but the second I was, I went back into Whiterun, headed straight for the same dead tree and she was still there… sitting on one of the benches…” Ruth trailed off with a distant look to her, a sad smile on her lips but she snapped herself out of it, clearing her throat as she blinked away the small tears that had started to form in the corners of her eyes, taking a large sip of the ale before lowering the mug again, forcing a smile as she looked back at Aragorn. Aragorn smiled softly at her before looking down, thinking things over for a little while before nodding to himself “you took her in?” he asked softly and Ruth nodded in turn, her eyes having returned to the pink and colorful sky, as though it gave her some form of relief from something that plagued her. 

“You know, in my world, the stars aren’t truly stars. They’re holes the gods made when they fled the earth, during it’s creation. You see, there was a single god, Lorkhan… he wanted to create something other than the void so he gathered every god, every spirit, every being that existed in the void and convinced them to aid him in the creation. The gods, spirits, beings, they all gave up a part of their power to aid him, but they didn’t know that Lorkhan had tricked them, that the creation would be the death of them and so many fled once they realized this. The first to flee, the one tearing the biggest hole, was Magnus,” Ruth spoke softly as she gestured to the setting sun before looking back up at the colorful sky, silently telling Aragorn that she wanted to leave the topic of her daughter for now, “he tore the first and biggest hole, others soon followed, tearing much smaller holes as they were much weaker, having realized too late what Lorkhan’s true intentions were. In my world, Magnus, the sun if you will, is a sort of beacon for those who practice magic, he’s heavily depicted at the College of Winterhold, a place where people learn magic, study it, some even create new spells, though it’s quite difficult and haven’t been done successfully in years. Magnus was the most clever, he realized Lorkhan’s scheme far quicker than everyone else and urged them to leave. Once the remaining found out about Lorkhan, when everything was finally created, they tore his heart from his chest and threw it with anger into the ground he had forced them to create with their own magic. The ones that remained are known as the Aedra, loosely meaning ‘forefathers’, since they stuck around, and the ones who left are called the Daedra” Ruth explained softly, turning her head to gauge Aragorn’s reaction, watching him as he studied the sky, the moon slowly becoming visible. “And what of the moon?” he asked with curiosity and Ruth chuckled lightly, bringing his attention from the sky to her as she looked over the calm city of Edoras.

“We have two moons. Masser and Secunda. Secunda is smaller than Masser but they each carry their own power” Ruth admitted softly, smiling ever so slightly as she looked down at the mug she was holding, lifting it up and downing it before looking back up at Aragorn “anyway, we’re meant to be celebrating, are we not? Surely we can leave the talk of dead children and ancient stars for one night, tonight is for the living” she said with what Aragorn knew to be a fake smirk, his eyes locked on her as she walked back inside, instantly smiling brightly at the two Hobbits who were already deep in their cups, yet there was still an aura of sadness to her that Aragorn seemed to be the only one aware of, except Gandalf, who gave him a sad but knowing smile, one Aragorn found himself returning.

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Legolas couldn’t help but look around nervously, trying to spot the fiery red hair and the deep green eyes that he desperately wanted to see but just as a few minutes ago when he last looked around, he didn’t see her, his mind beginning to think she had ventured out again since the moon was high in the sky already. “Looking for someone, Legolas?” the elf spun around at her words, facing those green eyes that made his knees weak and his bow arm give in, especially when she grinned at him the way she did now. Her fiery red hair was braided at the top, pulling her bangs out of her face while the rest sat loose, long curls hanging fast her shoulder blades, a braid going down the center of her hair, pulling a few loose strands into it but ultimately her hair was mostly loose. She was wearing a sort of chainmail over the top of her chest, hanging over her right shoulder, leaving her left one bare enough that he saw a scar he hadn’t seen before, on her upper left arm was two deep scratches, years old, pink and fully healed despite their somewhat grim appearance. The chainmail wasn’t held in place by anything, and seemed to be more of an accessory than a part of the actual dress. She was wearing a sort of leather corset, the chainmail hanging over the top that covered her breasts. A beautiful white skirt peeking out from under the corset, reaching her feet, barely allowing her toes to peek out, revealing her usual boots under the elegant skirt. The upper parts of her arms were wrapped with leather, chainmail hanging from the edges and fitted to be sleeves, stopping at her wrists. Legolas could barely manage to see the scars on the left side of her chest through the chainmail, all he was able to see were faint stripes but he focused his eyes back onto hers, those green orbs, flecked with gold that seemed to shine a tad brighter as he smiled back at her. “Yes” he responded concerning her earlier question, one of her red eyebrows quirking up in a silent question “you” he added, watching as her pale cheeks turned beet red while she looked down, clearing her throat “you’re too kind, Legolas” she muttered shyly before clearing her throat and lifting her head up at the mention of her name, grinning widely at the already tipsy dwarf that waved her over, her smile turning to Legolas “shall we see what Gimli wants?” she asked and held out her hand, expecting Legolas to take it and place it in his arm but what she didn’t expect was for him to gently take it and bow while keeping eye contact with her, blue eyes locked with her green ones as he kissed her knuckles so softly that she barely felt it, a shy smile forming on her lips as she forced herself to look away, unable to stop the smile from growing bigger and bigger on her lips.

“Can yer hold ya liquor?” Gimli asked, already slurring a bit and it made Ruth chuckle ever so slightly, her arm wrapped in Legolas as she shrugged with a smirk “well, I once beat Sanguine in a drinking contest” she said with a shrug of her shoulder, looking up at Legolas with that sly smirk before back to Gimli “hah! Yer in lass! No idea who Sanguine is though” Gimli muttered the last part and Ruth couldn’t help but shake her head while laughing. “The Daedric prince of depravity and corruption, and he’s drunk pretty much all the time” she explained with another shrug, her gaze now turning to Éomer as she felt his eyes upon her. “I hope you’re not upset with me, Lord Éomer, about earlier?” she asked softly, seeing him shake his head “no, though I must admit, your horse scares me” he admitted with a nervous chuckle and Ruth giggled lightly “Shadowmere scared me as well the first time I saw it. Appearing out of a boiling black pond, as though summoned from the depths of the earth and broke through the surface, I had never seen anything like it, and I’ve fought quite a few foes in my time” Ruth admitted before picking up a mug, turning to Legolas with a smirk “are you in, Legolas?” she asked with a small gesture to the other mugs, laughing as Gimli explained the rules after Legolas had asked. “May the best one make Sanguine jealous!” Ruth cheered before beginning to down the ale, mug after mug, occasionally laughing with Gimli or Legolas, who was completely unaffected while Gimli was swaying from side to side, barely able to exist without falling over. “Perhaps it’s time you sat down, Master Dwarf?” Ruth asked teasingly, hearing a slurred response before Gimli attempted to grab a mug, only to hesitate and fall back, Ruth was almost tempted to yell ‘Timber’ as he did so.

Ruth turned her green eyes to Legolas, raising a challenging brow as she picked up another mug after Legolas muttered that he felt an odd sensation in his fingers. “Are you out, Legolas, or are you going to make me earn Sanguine’s favor?” she asked with a small giggle, leaning on the table as she studied the elf who scoffed quietly. “Elves in this world are known for their tolerance” he pointed out and Ruth laughed briefly “so am I, Legolas, so am I” she stated with a smirk before putting the mug to her lips, giving him a challenging look as she downed the mug in one go, putting it back down on the table and picking up another mug, watching Legolas as he battled his way through his own mug, grabbing another and downing it the second Ruth put her own mug to her lips and downed it. Ruth chuckled as she leaned against Legolas’ arm, her eyes closed for a brief moment before she grabbed another mug, still laughing and grinning, only stopping to down the mug but her chuckle quickly resumed afterwards. “By Talos” Ruth muttered, or rather slurred, as she leaned against Legolas, shaking her head softly to try and stay awake, eventually raising her hands in defeat. “I’m out” Ruth muttered with a tired expression, the people around her who had gathered to watch beginning to all become sour over her decision until she spoke up again “the last time I drank this much I fondled a statue of Dibella in her own temple, stole a goat and gave it to a giant, borrowed a ring from a friend without ever really planning on bringing it back and tried to marry a hagraven, so it’s wise for me to quit here” Ruth admitted amused, taking a small step back and leaning against a pillar as she grinned at Legolas “congratulations! You’d make Sanguine proud! At least on the drinking aspect” Ruth muttered the last bit almost shyly before clearing her throat, pushing herself off of the pillar and gesturing to the doors. “Air” was all she said before she stumbled her way outside, leaning against the wall outside, letting out a deep breath as she closed her eyes, enjoying the cold, clean air, unlike the air inside it wasn’t heavy with alcohol or sweat or roasted meat, it was clean, crisp, simple. Legolas had barely managed to step outside, his mouth opened to announce his presence when he saw her turn her head and smile at him, his heart stopping right then and there for a split second, just a brief one. “You know… I don’t think I’ll go to Sovngarde” she said casually, leaning back against the wall, head rolled back as she closed her eyes, relaxing as the cold air pierced her bones in the most pleasant way, Legolas studying her before leaning against the wall with her, though much more stiffly, an attempt to relax in the same way as her, but eventually he settled for standing up straight as he usually did.

“Why wouldn’t you?” Legolas asked softly, his eyes locked on her face as she smiled ever so slightly, chuckling briefly “I’m not a Nord, I’m a ‘filthy’ Imperial… I’m tied to Hircine, Nocturnal, Sithis, too many to count… but there is one place I would happily die in, no matter where I’d end up…” she admitted, opening those beautiful eyes and looking at him, smiling at him softly. “Blackreach… the most beautiful place on Mundus… it’s completely underground, deserted and long forgotten for decades and decades… the Dwarven technology in those ruins… it’s breathtaking, the beauty of it, the big orb in the small underground city, casting it’s warm, glowing light over the surrounding structures, the giant mushrooms that glow a fervent blue in the darkness, the raw Aetherium ores that run through the ground like rivers, by Talos if I had the chance to see it again…” she muttered almost blissfully, Legolas smiling at her apparent blissful state. “Dwarves exist in your world?” Legolas asked calmly, hands clasped behind his back as he looked out at the starry night sky, just as she was, even though a quiet laugh left her lips at his question. “Yes, they did, although they were very different. Their real names are Dwemer… the Deep Elves to those who knew them back them… a race far ahead of our time, so many eras have gone by and the rest of us are not even close to understanding all the things they created… but it’s a long story, their race, their cities… I don’t wish to bore you” Ruth mumbled softly, looking at him with a soft smile and Legolas couldn’t help but smile back at her, admiring her eyes as she held his gaze, cheeks flushed from the alcohol of the drinking contest. “I would like to hear it” he admitted softly, Ruth being the first to break away, her head lowered as she laughed that beautiful laugh, a small grunt and a snort making it’s way into her laugh as she walked a few steps forward, sitting down on the steps, smiling at him over her shoulder as she patted the space next to her. Legolas sat down on the step next to her and instantly Ruth leaned her head against his shoulder, eyes closing as she relaxed, his arm hesitantly moving around her shoulder, letting her lean against him, praying she couldn’t hear how hard his heart was beating in his chest.

“Well… I’ve never actually met a Dwemer… they vanished long ago. One day they were the greatest civilization on Mundus and the second after, gone, every last one of them, in the blink of an eye… their cities are all in ruin now, a shame, what I wouldn’t give to see them in their prime… but alas, ruins are unfortunately all I have seen” she shrugged softly, leaning in closer to Legolas as she sighed. “They… disappeared?” Legolas frowned with confusion as she confirmed it with a nod “poof. It is said they used some tools on a very powerful thing from my world, they were losing the battle against another race of elves, one of the commanders saw no other way to win, losing was never an option for this race from what I’ve read, so the commander or officer used the tools, and poof, gone, no traces, no tracks, nothing, they left behind a wonderful empire. I don’t think they actually knew with certainty what using the tools on the object would do, I think they hoped it would be something, anything to give them the advantage, if but for a moment, but it caused them to disappear instead. The Dwemer were…. different… it’s not that they didn’t believe in the Aedra, they did, they just thought themselves above them, better. They were creating and controlling creatures made from metal, able to think and act on their own, while the rest of us are still stuck with bows and swords and axes. They created giants that are still walking around in their ruins, guarding them, attacking any intruders… it’s quite incredible” Ruth spoke with a soft voice, yet it gave off an incredible excitement, she wasn’t moving about, but she was passionate about the Dwemer.

“The second I knew how to fight, I spent ten years of my life studying their ruins on Solstheim, my homeland. There aren’t a lot, and those that are left are half collapsed and taken over by one thing or another, but I found joy in the solitary… I would study the metal creatures, try and figure out what made them work, what made them capable of maintaining some level of maintenance… I found out they use these things called soul gems back in my world, they’re special gems that can capture the souls of any creature if the proper spell is cast upon them before the death of said creature, the most use they usually have is to enchant items, weapons, but the Dwemer, the Dwemer actually used the energy the souls gave off to power these amazing metal creatures! Gave them actual souls, souls are eternal and metal and oil doesn’t rot, I’ve found that every one of them has a soul gem, it’s rare that I’ve found one that was filled though, so I believe it’s the raw, magical power of the gems themselves that keep these things alive, if you can call it that, it’s incredible, really,” Ruth continued to explain as Aragorn and Gandalf watched from the doorway, a smirk on Gandalf’s lips as he watched Legolas’ arm pull you tighter against him, occasionally he would ask a question and she’d answer, elaborate, clearly enjoying the peaceful moment. “That dragon at Helm’s Deep-”

“Durnehviir. An old friend… I told you, in my world dragons are common, at least recently they are” Ruth answered Legolas’ question before it could truly leave his lips, a small smile on his lips as he watched her stare up at the night sky. “Is that how dragons look, in your world?” he asked after a few seconds and Ruth frowned softly as she shook her head “no. No, Durnehviir is quite unique in that area. I found him in a place called the Soul Cairn, a depressing place for trapped souls… he had been interested in something called necromancy, in my world it’s a rather dark form of magic, shunned and looked down on. He tried to strike a bargain with some higher beings, got cheated, stuck and forced to serve as a guardian in this little pocket realm called the Soul Cairn. I killed him, he respected me for that and asked me for a favor, he asked me to summon him the next time I was standing under an open sky, so I did. He’s occasionally fought by my side ever since, whenever I summon him. I wasn’t sure it was going to work in this world but it did, luckily. Dragons in my world are much smaller than this world… I remember Smaug, I thought I had seen everything but Smaug, he was quite the surprise… his size alone was enough to almost enchant me” Ruth stated with a light chuckle, Legolas’ stomach doing flips at the beautiful sound. “The dragons of my world speak an entirely different language, it’s rare to find any of them who speak anything other than The Tongue, as it’s also called in my world. Though I suppose I don’t chat a whole lot with them when they’re burning down a village” Ruth added the last statement with a soft frown before sighing heavily, smiling softly at Legolas, finding him already smiling at her beforehand, making her pale cheeks turn a rosy red as she gave him a grin instead of a soft smile.

Without thinking Ruth leaned closer, pressing her lips gently against Legolas’, her eyes closed but before Legolas could react and kiss her back, she withdrew, cheeks now beet red, he could barely see the birthmark on her cheek anymore, that’s how dark they were. “I uh, goodnight Legolas” she mumbled and got up, hurrying inside towards her room. Aragorn and Gandalf had luckily jumped aside just in time so she didn’t see them spying on her and Legolas, or that she kissed him.

#Legolas x OC #Legolas x Ruth Telvanni #Skyrim fic #Skyrim x LOTR crossover #A Chance Encounter #LOTR fic #Skyrim #LOTR #The Elder Scrolls: V

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A Chance Encounter - 9

(Warnings: Blood, fighting, death, the whole fun. This is a little bit short, sorry<3)

For the words in bold, if you want to know 100% what they mean, here’s the website I use, some of the words may have more than one meaning so I suggest picking one that fits best with the entire sentence: https://www.thuum.org/translator.php  

Moodboard by the amazing @quantumlocked310

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Ruth let out a yell as she brought the sword down over the orc’s head, the blade piercing it’s helmet and going halfway through the skull of the orc, the red haired woman kicking the creature off of her blade before swinging it again, her sword in one hand while a dagger was in the other, the two of them working together like running water, flowing wherever Ruth told them to. Legolas had to strain himself so he wouldn’t just watch her, her fiery red hair whipping around her face, a look of concentration and pure anger grazing her features, her weapons piercing orcs left and right, not a single blade touching her. Many came close, but none left a mark on her besides the black blood she was tainted with, the black spots on her face even obscuring some of her freckles. She managed a small break once she cut the throat of two orcs with one strike, walking backwards as she panted for hair, sweat lining her forehead as she gave herself a brief moment to gather herself so she wouldn’t tire out too much.

Her eyes surveyed the battlefield, occasionally she’d dodge an attack, killing the orc before once again trying to regain her breath. Legolas watched her for a brief while, a smirk on his lips until he was interrupted by the sound of rushing footsteps, the ground shaking with the weight of several trolls, his eyes turning to Ruth, concern grazing his features when he saw those lovely green eyes turn blue, as blue as the sky on a cloudless day. He half thought her soul had left her, until he heard it. A booming sound, like thunder that was striking from the earth and towards the sky, inhuman and paranormal, yet the line of orcs and trolls flew back as though they were mere ragdolls, flying by in a whirlwind storm.

Legolas’ eyes returned to Ruth, finding the green eyes looking back at him, giving him a brief smile before she began to fight once more cutting down orcs like she was born to do so, Legolas resuming his own fighting until he heard a brief scream that turned into a cry of pain, his eyes snapping to find Ruth flying back, a troll with a club having thrown it at her, knocking her to the side, flying through the air like the orcs and trolls she had thrown before. She landed with a grunt, the wind knocked out of her and both Legolas, Gimli, Gandalf and Pippin tried to fight their way to her as the troll slowly walked towards her with heavy steps. Ruth held her side in agony as she tried to breathe, rolling onto her stomach where she rested as much as she could on her weak elbows, her arms shaking when she tried to hold up her weight. Pippin, who was closer to her than the others due to his small stature, heard her whisper three words, her head falling into the dirt as she was too weak to hold it up, Pippin letting out a proper war-cry as he charged at the troll, using his sword to stick it deep into the thick feet of the creature, making it jump back in agony, Pippin hurriedly moving to stand in front of Ruth, sword raised as he stared down the troll as it grew even more angry, raising it’s club and just as it was about to bring it down on the hobbit, Ruth grabbed Pippin, turning them both around and shielding him under her as fire blew from above.

The fire scorched the earth, Ruth sitting up as much as she could, letting go of Pippin who moved out from under her, clutching her shoulder as she could barely sit up straight. His eyes moved to the sky, finding a red dragon flying above, roaring loudly, the earth shaking as the flames spewed down once more. The large dragon landed right in front of Ruth and Pippin in an open area, crushing the orcs it landed on, using it’s tail and wing to bash away any orcs that came closer. Ruth managed to lift her head, giving a tired smile to the dragon before grabbing Pippin, covering him with her body once more as the dragon breathed fire just above them, looking down at Ruth once it was done. Ruth tiredly looked up at it once more, the dragon raising it’s large head as it looked down at her, tears in her eyes as she nodded softly, struggling to get up. Pippin tried to help her but before he could the dragon stretched it’s long neck down, letting Ruth grip onto it’s nose for support, helping her stand up. “Thank you…” she whispered once she was steady on her feet, the dragon giving a brief nod “I cannot resist your call, Dovahkiin” it’s voice boomed, Ruth giving it a sarcastic smirk “I know, I’m irresistible” she joked, wincing at the pain in her side before turning around, looking at the chaos, her eyes moving to the creatures flying around the giant mountain where she knew Frodo would be headed. As she looked back at the dragon, she gave a brief nod towards the mountain, wincing at her sore shoulder “I have a friend, two… they’re both small, like my friend Pippin here, both with large feet and no shoes-”

“Say no more, Dovahkiin” the dragon took off, the ground shaking and Ruth covered Pippin with her slouched body as dust flared up all around them, both of them watching the dragon roar as it flew off towards the mountain. Ruth looked down at Pippin, gently patting his shoulder, the small hobbit smiling up at her, until he was shoved aside, nearly falling to the ground and when he turned around, Ruth cut down an attacking orc, Pippin staring with wide eyes as the creature squealed and dropped to the ground.

Ruth stumbled and winced at her side, holding it in pain before diverting an orc sword with her own sword, stumbling back a little, nearly falling to her knees when she avoided the orc’s blade again, Pippin charging forward, piercing the orc’s throat with his sword before turning to Ruth, trying to help her stay standing despite not even reaching her shoulders. “You’re a brave one, Pippin” she gasped out, cringing at her side, her grip on her sword so tight that her knuckles once again turned pale as snow. Ruth was barely able to stand for much longer, almost dropping to her knees with exhaustion, crippled by the pain she was in when suddenly she felt a large shift in the ground, that being the final thing that caused her to fall to the ground. It was as though a harsh wave had washed over her and everyone else, the orcs and trolls halting and looking towards where they had emerged from, Ruth following their gaze, eyes wide as she saw the eye in the tower for the first time, it’s foundations breaking and she could almost hear it screaming as it looked around, panicking as it started to fall to the ground, shattering on it’s way down and she smiled. She smiled with tears in her eyes, looking up at an approaching Legolas with joy as he helped her stand. She clung to him with a large grin, tears of joy nearly rolling down her cheeks as she looked at the falling tower. Until the mountain erupted.

Her eyes went wide at the sight, the hot lava spurting from the tip of the mountain as it looked like it was collapsing, just as the tower had been, her knees buckling as she stared in horror. All Ruth could do was let out a tiny whimper as she watched the mountain erupt, everyone had said the Ring needed to be dropped into the mountain… Ruth shook her head and began to cry against Legolas’ shoulder, tears running down her cheeks as she hid her face in his neck, still shaking her head as her legs gave out under her, Legolas kneeling to the ground with her as he held her whilst she cried, her heart aching in pain and anguish. She looked up when she heard the roar of a dragon, cheeks still wet with tears as she looked up at the dragon that soared towards them, the orcs having long since fled, the ground collapsed under them and barely any made it out alive. The dragon hovered over them, flapping it’s wings so as to not land and at first Ruth was confused, until she saw it’s claws on it’s feet, both closed with small creatures inside.

Ruth struggled to get up, wincing and clutching her side as she stumbled towards the dragon as it slowly and carefully lowered itself, it’s wings blowing her hair out of her face, fanning up dust and dirt around her as she walked under the dragon, carefully opening her arms as it opened one of it’s feet, Gandalf hurrying over as he gently took Sam from the creature, making sure not to drop him as Aragorn headed over, helping Frodo to the ground, Sam being the only one awake.

Once the Hobbits were out of the dragon’s grasp and all of the people were out of the way, it landed, the ground shaking and Ruth grinned up at the dragon before turning to Aragorn, letting out a breath of relief when he gave her a nod to indicate that Frodo was still alive. Ruth turned back to the dragon with a tired smile “we have to get them to Rivendell, I know the way but we have to hurry” Ruth stated, on her way to climb up the dragon when a hand grasped her elbow, stopping her. Ruth turned to see Legolas, worry evident on his face but she just smiled softly at him “we have to hurry, my love, Minas Tirith’s house of healing won’t be enough for Frodo…” she whispered, Legolas hesitantly eyeing the dragon before nodding, Ruth waving over Frodo as Sam seemed to be alright for now. “Miss Telvanni-” Sam hurried up to her, nervously shifting next to the dragon “take me with you, I’ll hold on-”

“Sam-”

“Please don’t make me leave his side” Sam begged, Ruth staring at him as Aragorn placed the passed out hobbit behind the head of the dragon as Ruth had gestured to. Ruth sighed and nodded, limping over to the neck of the dragon where she got on, making sure she had a good hold on Frodo with one hand while the other wrapped around one of Odahviing’s horns, Sam climbing up behind her and holding on tightly. “Northwest, Odahviing” Ruth stated softly, the dragon taking off, letting out a loud roar as it turned around and flew in the direction it was told to.

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After Frodo and Sam had been delivered to Lord Elrond, Odahviing was allowed to rest in the large courtyard for an entire week, Ruth standing in front of him after having been looked over by many of the healers in Rivendell and after recovering, Odahviing having patiently waited all this time, even though Frodo and Sam were both waiting in Gondor by now. “Kogaan, Odahviing. Dii Laas Los Hin” Ruth whispered to the dragon, it’s head a little higher as it stared down at her before lowering the large head to her height, tilting it slightly at her “Zu’u Dreh Ni Laan Hin Laas, Quahnaarin Do Fin Lein-Naak Alduin. Bormahu Laan Zu’u Wah Aam, Ful Zu’u Fent, how I feel on the matter is of no importance” the dragon stated softly, Ruth frowning at him, gently shaking her head “it does to me, Wuth Fahdon” Ruth muttered softly. The dragon raised it’s head, as though surprised by her statement, tilting it’s head at her “Zu’u Los Aan Dovah-”

“Who follows the Way of the Voice!” Ruth snapped as though scolding a child to end a tantrum. “Now get over it, how did you come here?”

“You summoned me-”

“Because I had no room to summon Durnehviir-”

“That traito-”

“You turned on Alduin not once but twice, careful who you call a traitor…”

“He delves in Necromancy-”

“And paid the price, he’s bound forever to the Soul Cairn, but he’s longing for the open sky, I give that to him and in return he fights for me-”

“Aan Vulom Bo Ko Rok!!”

“It flies over me as well, Dov! Careful what you say next…” Ruth warned in a quiet growl, the dragon staring down at her, seemingly trying to figure out if it should heed her warning or not. “How did you get here?” Ruth asked in a softer voice, the dragon staring at her before lowering it’s head to her height. “Hin Zul. Your voice. I flew towards it, over the top of mountains I had never gone over, the clouds obscuring my sight but Ruz Zu’u Koraav Ni, the foes you were facing-”

“Which mountains??”

“From where we were? South, as south as I could see on my way to you.”

“And from home? Nirn?”

“North, Skuldafn, high in the Jerall Mountains, over the very tips.”

“Could you fly me back? Do you think it is possible?”

“Geh, that place holds much power, you know this as well as I” Odahviing replied softly, Ruth nodding with a heavy exhale, looking down, sitting down on a nearby stone bench, Odahviin turning a little to face her once more. “What is going on back home? Have you talked with Paarthurnax? How many years have passed?”

“Not for many moons. I have not heard much of the life of the mortals-”

“No, I know, I know. I just-...”

“I do not believe many years have passed, no more than three, that I know for sure… why? Hin Los Frin Wah Daal?”

“Yes…” Ruth admitted softly, sighing as she gently shook her head, closing her eyes briefly before looking down. “And no…” she added softly, the dragon humming quietly in thought “Zu’u Koraav… the elf?”

“Yes…”

“You have suffered many defeats and betrayals, Dovahkiin, let not this one be the same-”

“It’s not! Legolas wouldn’t-... do that…”

“Yet you must return home, Hi Lost Aan Heyv-”

“My duty was never to kill all of my kin!”

“No, and I would not implore you to do so. Lahney Het Sinon Do Daal.”

“And let people burn alive?... Besides there are many other things! Vampires are a threat-”

“You killed Lord Harkon and restored the Dawnguard-”

“A-And there’s feral and wild beasts that attack people-”

“Guards of the holds or the Companions-”

“A-A-And not to mention the bandits-”

“Again; the guards should-”

“A-And who will look after the orphanage if I’m-”

“Naal Bormahu!! Hi Los Dovahkiin!! You need not convince anyone but yourself!!” Odahviing roared in annoyance and anger, Ruth looking up at him with a sigh and groan. Ruth gently ran a hand over her face in frustration, looking down “I don’t know if you’re a better or worse conversationalist than Durnehviir” she muttered, the dragon lifting it’s head and scoffing with a growl rumbling in it’s throat “do not compare me to that thing!-”

“Oh shut up. He had different interests than you, you did too after a while with Alduin! I agree that Necromansy is foul magic and that it should not be practiced but he’s hardly Mannimarco seeing as he’s locked in a pocket dimension of Oblivion” Ruth snapped in annoyance, Odahviing scoffing as he looked away offended, Ruth sighing, once again. “I’m sorry, alright? I-... I’m torn between two worlds, both holding people that are dear to me…” Ruth mumbled, Odahviing looking back down at her, still somewhat offended “you are not traveling in between Oblivion or Sovngarde, perhaps this world is not too far from our own… perhaps you may come and go as you please” the dragon advised, Ruth looking up at him with sad eyes before sighing, running a hand over her face.

“Take me to Gondor…” she muttered, climbing onto the dragon’s neck, behind it’s head, turning to look at Elrond who she gave a brief nod, the elf watching the dragon fly off with the red haired woman on top, holding onto the dragon’s horns.

#Skyrim fic #LOTR fic #A Chance Encounter #Skyrim x LOTR crossover #Legolas x OC #Legolas x Ruth Telvanni #Elder Scrolls: V

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A Chance Encounter - 7

(Warnings: Fighting, blood, death, violence and an itsy bitsy hint at fluff:3)

For the words in bold, if you want to know 100% what they mean, here’s the website I use: https://www.thuum.org/translator.php  

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Ruth looked up at the sound of approaching footsteps, her eyes meeting Aragorn’s and she gave him a quick smile before looking back down at the dagger in her hand, blade made of bone and shaft of cold metal. “Legolas says they’re made from dragon bones” Aragorn noted, gesturing to the knife and Ruth nodded with a small smirk, spinning it effortlessly between her fingers before giving it to him so he could study it further. “Yes… all the bones I’ve collected from the dragons I’ve killed, they were starting to pile up… so I figured I’d use them in much better ways” Ruth explained with a light shrug, Aragorn nodding as he studied the dagger more closely. “I don’t use my… voice… as a weapon because it feels wrong. It’s a gift from Akatosh meant to aid me in killing Alduin… once that was done I-... I didn’t understand why my ability continued to grow, why my powers never faded… I know he only intended for Alduin to die, not every dragon, so why not take this gift away?... It feels too much like blasphemy” Ruth added in a quiet voice, sighing softly “I’ve only used one for fire but-... maybe it’s my old age, or maybe I’ve been spending too much time with the Greybeards… they’re monks dedicated to studying what they call ‘The Way Of The Voice’, practicing the powers that come natural to me in peace, they don’t involve themselves in anything outside their monastery…” Ruth mumbled, taking her dagger back as Aragorn gave it to her, her gaze locked on the floor beneath her until finally she looked at Aragorn “in the upcoming battle for Gondor… even with the army of dead, what do you estimate our chances as?” she asked in a quiet voice, Aragorn sighing as he looked ahead, deep in thought. “That bad, huh?...” Ruth asked half jokingly, giving him a bitter smile as she stood up, sighing “I’ll use what I can, Gondor is a city, cities have citizens, innocent people…” she murmured before nodding to herself, giving Aragorn a forced smile before walking over to Legolas who sat with Gimli, sitting down besides Legolas, giving him a soft smile before looking over her shoulder at the approaching white city of Gondor.

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“Plenty for the both of us… May the best dwarf win!” Gimli exclaimed and Ruth chuckled lightly, smirking as she twirled her daggers before putting them away, stepping to the side into an open area, a purple glow to her eyes. “Durnehviir! Hear my Voice and come forth from the Soul Cairn. I summon you in my time of need. Dur… Neh, Viir” it was as though the entire sky shook as the three words left her lips, a dark purple bubble forming in front of her on the ground, the green, sickly looking dragon emerging from it, roaring loudly as it seemingly appeared out of nowhere. Now that it was daylight, the dragon was more than a green glimpse flying past them. It’s wings were tattered and torn, a green, sickly slime clinging to it’s body, six curved horns protruding from it’s gnarly head, three on either side. It’s scales were a sickly green color that bounced through the green slime that covered most of it’s body. “Qahnaarin. Hi Bel Zu’u! But not for pleasure” the dragon’s voice was deep and dark, booming and commanding in nature as it stared down at the tiny person when compared to itself. “Fah Grah” Ruth stated, the dragon looking around the battlefield, as though it wanted to study it first. “There’s no time for thinking! Help us save that white city or I’ll banish you back to the Soul Cairn!” Ruth snapped annoyed, using her daggers to cut into and kill an orc that had dared to approach the two of them, her green eyes turning back to the dragon in front of her, gold shimmering and shining through, almost overshadowing the forest green. The dragon seemed to almost huff out in anger, as though deeply insulted but eventually it took flight, it’s tattered wings blowing Ruth’s hair from her face as she watched it fly into the sky, a sigh of relief leaving her lips as she hurriedly entered the battlefield once more. It didn’t take long for her to reach Aragorn, cutting down an orc that attempted to cut into him from the back, Aragorn turning at the sound of a thud, spotting the red haired woman smiling at him, a dark shadow covering the sky above them for a brief moment as the green dragon flew over them, burning a path forward for them using it’s purple fire, leaving a scorched path as a trail for the two of them to follow.

Ruth turned her gaze to a giant creature she had heard was called a Mumakil, a smirk tugging at her lips when she saw the blonde hair on top, her daggers sheathed as she got out her bow and drew the string back, letting arrow after arrow fly, hitting the fleeing or fighting warriors on top of the creature, so Legolas could focus on it instead. As the creature began to stumble she spotted Gimli in front of it, a frown on her face as watched him just stand there, unmoving. In the blink of an eye, she had crossed the space between her and Gimli, practically picked him up and taked him off to the side just as the Mumakil landed where he had once been standing, Legolas sliding down it’s snout, landing in front of the two of them, a cocky smirk on his lips. “That still only counts as one!” Gimli snapped, unaware of what Ruth had done as he moved on to the next orc, a smirk tugging on Ruth’s lips as she looked back at Legolas “thank you” he stated briefly and she rolled her eyes “he’s right, it only counts as one” she stated teasingly before looking over the field, watching the army of dead sweep the city and eradicate the orcs left, the fields quiet, littered with bodies but quiet nonetheless. “Ful Pogaas Dinok… And more to come…” Ruth whispered quietly with concern, her eyes moving to the soaring dragon in the sky, a frown forming on her face as she began to walk away from Legolas without a word.

The dragon landed with a heavy thud in front of her, shaking the ground and flaring up dust and dirt around it. “Kogaan” Ruth muttered as she bowed her head in respect, the dragon almost looking like it was sizing her up before nodding it’s head with the same air of respect about it. “I sense you have yet another task for me, Qahnaarin” the dragon stated casually, Legolas watching with a frown as Ruth nodded softly, using his elven ears to hear parts of their conversation. “When I summon you, what’s it like? We’re not on Nirn so… how? Is there a way back for me?” Ruth asked with worry, the dragon looking over the field for a brief moment, taking in all the dead bodies, it’s greenish eyes closing almost as though it enjoyed the sun on it’s body, head tilting slightly towards the sky. “Hevno Laan, Qahnaarin, I am not entirely sure. I feel no different from your summonings on Vus. Nuz Orin Ful, I was never truly on Nirn to begin with, Qahnaarin. What you ask is difficult, I made a pact with the Ideal Masters, it ties me to the Soul Cairn, I am never truly free. You, on the other hand, made no such deal, Tiiraaz, I cannot say with certainty” the dragon admitted in a much more quiet voice, it’s head turning to look down at the small human in front of it. “Daar Tiiraaz Hi, no?” the dragon asked as it titled it’s head at her, watching Ruth as she hesitantly nodded. “Perhaps one of the Deyra can help. They are powerful, are they not?” the dragon asked, Ruth once again giving a small nod in agreement as she kept her gaze on the ground.

“I was-… I was in a daedric realm when I ended up here… Herma Mora’s realm, or a section of it. I was looking for something, used one of the Black Books to enter, tried to leave the same way as always but I-... I ended up here” Ruth admitted quietly, the dragon letting out a sound that sounded like it was pondering, thinking over Ruth’s words. “Which one of his Black Books, Qahnaarin?” the dragon asked with a tilted head, Ruth frowning as she dug through a tiny satchel that always hung on her hip, stunning everyone who was looking when her entire arm disappeared into it, and even more so when she pulled out a book bigger than her entire torso, thick with black pages, black mist seemingly oozing out of it like a full cup, the binding of the book itself almost as dark as tar. “The… ‘Winds of Change’” Ruth read aloud without opening the book, surprisingly putting it back in the tiny satchel with no problem before looking back at the dragon in front of her. “Finish your dealings here, Qahnaarin, then read the book once more and Daal Hofkiin, return home” the dragon advised, Ruth nodding softly, still looking up at the dragon with a small frown. “You wish to see through my eyes once more, Qahnaarin, but I feel the call of the Soul Cairn, summon me at the Monahven and you shall have your wish” the dragon stated loudly, Ruth nodding as she took a step back, the same dark purple bubble of purple fire formed around the dragon, wrapping it up and shrinking, the dragon disappearing until nothing was there anymore but the scorched earth where some of the purple flames still burned on the flesh of dead orcs.

Ruth turned as footsteps approached, seeing Aragorn, Gimli, Legolas and Gandalf approach quietly, tired and covered in one thing or another, a soft smile gracing Ruth’s lips at the sight. “Durnehviir… the dragon you told me so much about, my dear Ruth” Gandalf stated as he walked closer to the woman, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder, giving her a soft smile that made her nod. “You should see Odahviing, he looks less… dead” Ruth joked lightly Gandalf chuckling as he turned and walked over to Aragorn and Gimli, the three of them walking towards Gondor as Ruth and Legolas were left standing, the latter taking a few steps towards her. “So… a way home…” he stated, Ruth nodding softly as she looked up at the sky for a brief moment, eyes closed as she enjoyed the warmth of the sun before looking back to Legolas, smiling softly at him as she began to walk towards Gondor, Legolas soon following. “‘Qahnaarin’… what does it mean?” Legolas asked after a while and Ruth chuckled lightly “‘Vanquisher’. He was the dragon I bested but not killed, besides Odahviing but that was more of a trap than an actual fight. Durnehviir was impressed by my ability to overpower him, in return he honored me with that title… names are very important to the dragons of my world, each name holds a certain power over the dragon, like Odahviing, Durnehviir, Alduin. To be named such a powerful title by a dragon is a great honor, and in turn became my name, sort of. It can’t summon me if shouted by a dragon, it can’t command me, but Dovahkiin is used to refer to any dragonborn in time, any with the blood and soul, but Qahnaarin… that is my own” Ruth explained with a satisfied smirk, looking at Legolas as he walked by her side while they entered the gates of the white city. “When the Mumakil fell… Gimli stood where it landed but-... you moved him” Legolas finally noted, Ruth sighing softly as she nodded “yes, another word of power, or Shout, as they’re called. It’s called the Whirlwind Sprint. It sort of… pushes me forward with speed, I had a feeling the Mumakil would land on our friendly little Dwarf” Ruth stated the last bit in a quiet voice, smirking at Gimli as the two of them had caught up with the others by now.

“I’ve enjoyed my time here… despite everything. I never knew another world existed… I knew that mine wasn’t the only realm but this-... this is something else entirely” Ruth muttered as she walked past the white buildings, a smile tugging on her lips at the blinding sight. Legolas took the opportunity to study her more thoroughly, her red hair was a tiny bit longer, but he only noticed it walking right behind her, it seemed to be a darker red than before but it was mostly because of the old dirt and grime stuck in it from over a year’s travel, fighting almost every day with no chance to clean up properly. She had a tiny smudge of dirt behind her left ear, making Legolas smile as it didn’t seem like she had noticed it yet, he was almost tempted to point it out, almost. “Is there a way for you to return?... Once you’re back home?” Legolas daringly asked, Ruth looking over her shoulder, smiling at him “I would have to make a deal with a Daedric Prince… a powerful one… this was a chance encounter but perhaps it could be done. You want me to return?” Ruth asked with a smirk, Legolas’ ears turning a soft pink as he looked down “I don’t want you to leave” he admitted quietly, Ruth halting completely, turning to look at him with a deep frown, Legolas avoiding her gaze before mustering up the courage and looking at her, Ruth studying him with slight confusion. “You-... want me to stay?... I-... I think I want to stay…”

“But?”

“But… I am not sure what you want from me… with me… I can never settle down in this world, I-... I-I have my responsibilities back on Nirn, in Skyrim… I have my friend, Inigo, I have my dogs Meeko and Vigilance, I have people who look to me for guidance. I’m the Harbinger of the Companions, the Guild Master of the Thieves’ Guild, I’m meant to save the world from the dragons that roast people alive and burn down their homes, there’s a civil war tearing the country apart… how can I leave all of that behind?”

“You have a great sense of duty…”

“Master Neloth would be furious…” Ruth joked quietly, managing to pull a small smile from Legolas’. “I would like to one day meet your master” Legolas muttered, Ruth chuckling briefly “if you truly want it, perhaps. But he’s a cold man. Always scowling, thinking himself better than everyone, expects everyone to do as he says without the thought of a reward. He’s stern, ruthless and uncaring for the plight of others…”

“And yet he took you in…”

“And yet, he took me in” Ruth replied softly, a smile on her lips “he is… cold… complicated, a snob, but he took me in, fed me, taught me, I’m sure it was for his own gain but-... he still saved my life” Ruth muttered, Legolas smiling at her “I’m glad he did” he stated, Ruth smiling at him with blushing cheeks. “I’m glad I ended up here, Legolas… I care a great deal already for this world, I will see this through, help Frodo and Sam and Aragorn, and you, I promise you that” Ruth stated softly, her hand carefully taking his, as though she gave him time to pull away, but he didn’t, making her smile a shining grin.

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Ruth was sitting on the steps up to the throne of Gondor, her hair and skin washed clean of orc blood, dirt and sweat, her hair back to a fiery red now that the grime of the road and fighting had been washed away, freckles once again visible, dotted across her cheeks and the bridge of her nose as she watched a worried Gandalf. “Frodo has passed beyond my sight. The darkness is deepening…” Gandalf muttered darkly, Ruth frowning at his words, taking in a short breath and letting out a brief sigh, looking down briefly, his words weighing heavily on her heart. She had been to the Shire many times after Thorin, Fíli and Kíli’s deaths, meeting with Bilbo for tea and cakes, playing with a young Frodo as he grew up. Gandalf turned and crossed the hall, facing both Legolas, Gimli, Éomer and Ruth, Aragorn standing not too far away, his back to all of them, hands folded behind his back. “If Sauron had the Ring, we would know it” he reasoned, Ruth glancing at Legolas before standing up with a brief sigh. “We cannot give up hope, we still have our part to play in all this! We just-... have to-... figure out what that is” Ruth admitted the last bit with a sigh of defeat. “It’s only a matter of time. He has suffered a defeat, yes, but behind the walls of Mordor our enemy is regrouping” Gandalf stated with worry, Ruth sighing as she pinched the bridge of her nose.

“Let him stay there. Let him rot. Why should we care?”

“Because ten thousand Orcs now stand between Frodo and Mount Doom” Ruth reminded the dwarf softly, Gimli looking down with a small grumble, her eyes returning to Gandalf who was still troubled. “I have sent him to his death…”

“No, Gandalf… you’ve done no such thing, and you know that, deep down. You’d feel it if he was dead, even from way beyond your sight, you’d feel it. I feel that he’s still alive, Frodo is still alive… and as long as he’s alive, I know he will be fighting… There is still hope for Frodo. He needs time and safe passage across the Plains of Gorgoroth, right? We can give him that” Ruth stated desperately, Gandalf turning to her “how?” he asked, Ruth sighing softly, unsure of what exactly to do when Aragorn spoke up. “Draw out Sauron’s armies - empty his lands. Then we gather our full strength and march on the Black Gate-” he was cut off by Gimli choking on his pipe in shock, Ruth nodding at Aragorn in agreement, even though Éomer stepped forward with concern. “We cannot achieve victory from strength of arms…”

“Not for ourselves . . . But we can give Frodo his chance if we keep Sauron’s eye fixed upon us. Keep him blind to all else that moves…” Aragorn reasoned, Ruth smirking ever so slightly. “A diversion…” Legolas stated with a smirk, looking to Ruth who gave him a subtle nod before looking back to Aragorn, Gandalf approaching him “Sauron will suspect a trap. He will not take the bait!” he whispered, Ruth stepping forward, gently placing a hand on Gandalf’s shoulder, letting it drop once he faced her. “He will… he’s too power hungry and arrogant, he wants to watch his army as they fight, watch them defeat his enemies at his orders, he’s too wrapped up in how powerful he is” Ruth stated with a small smirk “trust me, I’ve know one or two like him” she added half-jokingly. “Certainty of death. Small chance of success. What are we waiting for?” Gimli asked, Ruth giggling lightly as she looked at him over her shoulder, her eyes moving to Legolas and she gave him a soft nod, a small frown and a soft smile on her face as she looked at him.

#Skyrim fic #LOTR fic #Skyrim x LOTR crossover #Elder Scrolls: V #A Chance Encounter #Legolas x OC #Legolas x Ruth Telvanni

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A Chance Encounter - 6

(Warnings: Some sad stuff, jokes, Ruth being actually frightened, that’s it I think:3)

For the words in bold, if you want to know 100% what they mean, here’s the website I use: https://www.thuum.org/translator.php  

Moodboard credit goes to the amazing and fabulous @quantumlocked310

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Aragorn nearly thought that Ruth would stay back, she hadn’t been with them when they departed, nor had he seen her as he rode through the passageway, he almost thought she’d stay behind to make sure the army was assembled in time. Almost. Because suddenly there was another set of hooves that could be heard, echoing off of the mountain walls, yet no other horse could be seen through the darkness, it was only when a sliver of the first light of dawn was peeking over the mountain tops that the black horse was visible, it’s rider equally dressed in black, hood up and mask covering half her face until the sun began to shine on it, revealing silver linings in her armor that otherwise wasn’t visible. Ruth pulled down her hood and mask, smirking at Aragorn while patting Shadowmere’s neck gently, running her hand through the dark mane before settling back in her saddle, Aragorn smirking ever so slightly as she rode up by his side. “What took you so long?” he asked teasingly and she chuckled “you need to get your hearing checked, Aragorn, didn’t you hear us?” she asked teasingly and he lifted a simple brow at her, about to argue that he couldn’t see her, when he thought better of it. This woman could turn into a seven feet tall wolf-human creature, could command and summon a dragon to fight for her and was probably older than him, which was saying something, as well as seemingly disappear and appear without making a sound, taking all that into account, it wasn’t unreasonable that she and her black horse could be invisible in the total darkness. Or at least what he perceived as invisible.

“You looked but did you see, Aragorn? The shadow on the mountain wall?” she asked further, clearly finding it amusing as Aragorn rolled his eyes with an amused smirk “it was night” he pointed out, looking back at the red haired woman who merely shrugged “so? All the more reason to be aware of your surroundings” she teased before chuckling lightly, patting Shadowmere’s neck gently, it’s blood red eyes glowing even with the morning light shining down on them. Most of the trip was made in silence, the sun passing by overhead as the day grew longer, nearing it’s end. It was high noon when finally, the silence was broken.

“What kind of an army would linger in such a place?” Gimli asked with concern, Ruth’s green eyes trailing over the mountain ridges, the pale stone that managed to make her own pale skin feel warm compared. “One that is cursed ... Long ago the Men of the Mountain swore an oath to the last King of Gondor - to come to his aid, to fight, but when the time came, when Gondor’s need was dire, they fled ... Vanishing into the darkness of the mountain ... And so Isildur cursed them - never to rest until they had fulfilled their pledge” Legolas’ words sent a chill down Ruth’s spine, her eyes moving to look around the silent canyon. “Their fear of death was greater than their fear of retribution. Such a loss, so many cursed to linger… to honor a pledge they can’t fulfill, decades and decades, trapped within their stone walls…” Ruth’s voice echoed off of the stone walls despite the quietness in her voice, an uneasy feeling forming in her gut as she gulped lightly. Silence surrounded all of them, there were no birds, no wind. Only the ominously muffled thud of their horses hooves’ against the stone beneath them, even Shadowmere’s hooves could be heard, however faint and quiet they were compared to the other horses. “The Soul Cairn is full of trapped souls, most of them unaware of their own deaths, fearful and begging for freedom, to see the open sky. The cursed souls attack whoever they see, their bones rattling against the dark stone, against the pile of bones they hide in, rest in… but this… this is by far the darkest place I’ve ever been to…” Ruth admitted quietly, gently shaking her head at herself “even the Soul Cairn had sounds of souls lingering in agony…” she added in an almost nervous tone.

As they approached what appeared to be a dead end, Ruth was the first to get off her horse, her feet carefully taking her towards the open gateway made of stone, a cold wind emanating from the mountain pass, making the little hairs on her arms stand on edge as she looked over her shoulder at her companions. “The very warmth of my blood seems stolen away…” Gimli whispered in a terrified voice, Ruth looking back into the open archway, reaching behind herself, what she was doing was shielded by her cape but eventually she pulled out a bow Legolas recognised, the bow she had used when Boromir died. It seemed to almost shimmer in the open light now that no trees shielded the sun from it. Ruth felt her warm beast blood run colder the closer she got to the archway itself, her feet almost carrying her into the darkness until a hand grabbed her arm, her head turning to see Aragorn, her eyes locked with his until she nodded and took a step back, turning to see that Shadowmere was the only horse to not seem to panic, unbothered by the unnaturally dark archway, the others had fled long ago, saving themselves. Ruth looked back to the archway as Legolas approached, his blue eyes narrowed as he looked to the signs and figures carved above the wide arch of the archway itself. “‘The way is shut. It was made by those who are dead, and the dead keep it. The way is shut’...” Legolas’ translation sent a chill down Ruth’s spine, a cold wind once again blowing out from the darkness, Ruth’s hand subtly finding Legolas’ out of a need for some form of comfort. The horses reared and bucked as Aragorn tried to keep them in place, eventually failing as their horses bucked and ran away in utter fear, all except Shadowmere who stood still, blinking lazily, standing in the exact same spot as before unlike the two other horses, the others had fled long ago, saving themselves. “Bo, Wuth Fahdon, Aav Fin Nil Fah Nu” the unnatural horse seemed to understand Ruth’s words as though they were it’s own, turning around and calmly trotting back the way they had all come, out of sight.

“I do not fear death” Aragorn muttered before entering with no fear, swallowed up by the darkness, Legolas about to follow when he saw Ruth stare at the archway in almost defiance, reaching behind herself and pulling out an arrow, it’s tip made of carved bone as she nocked it on the string of her bow. “Zu’u Aan Zaam Do Dinok Ahrk Aan Aar Do Volum” was whispered under her breath as she entered the darkness, almost becoming one with it as Legolas entered soon after. Aragorn lead Ruth and his companions into a wide cavern, a lit torch in one hand and a sword in the other, Ruth’s eyes moving around the darkness, trying to get a hold of something, of seeing something other than bone and stone, she was almost about to put away her bow and arrow when a ghastly cracking noise, like stone being sundered, cuts

through the quiet cavern, sending a cold chill down her spine as she frowned. “I have fought the dead more times than I can count, but this… this is something else” Ruth whispered as she gestured to a ghostly figure that approached them from the rock walls across from them, gliding over the dark gap as though it was a soft wave carrying a feather to shore.

Ruth almost felt sick as she studied the ghostly figure, a hint of disgust on her face at the mummified specter that loomed before her, the eyeless sockets, rotten teeth, a pale sickly glow that reminded her of a wispmother rising from the snow, angry and defiant. It seemed as though the ghost almost snarled at Aragorn, Ruth’s eyes locked on it’s rotten, spectral teeth as she had the arrow pointed at it’s head, ready to let it fly if needed. “Who enters my domain?” The voice made Ruth feel as though she was drowning, distant and hopeless, her blood turning to ice in her veins and she felt even the beast inside her cower a little, it’s tail tucked between it’s legs. “One who will have your allegiance” Aragorn’s voice was calm and still, his confidence unmoving as the ghostly figure snarled again at him, it’s rotten face briefly moving to look at her before looking back at Aragorn. “The dead do not suffer the living to pass…” every time she heard that voice it made her feel colder than before, gold shimmering in the dark, green pools of her eyes, as though she was considering if the beast inside was worth letting loose.

For the first time in a long time, Ruth felt cornered, like a rat aboard a sinking ship, locked away in a small barrel, unable to escape, unable to keep her head afloat. The ghostly specter’s malevolent laugh echoing in the dark cave, bouncing off of the walls and magnifying until suddenly the fog that swallowed her feet retreated, like a gray vapor, retracting into the stone walls that caged her in, slowly, rank upon rank of spectral warrior appeared. Ghoulish faces that were decaying in front of her eyes, rusting weapons that reminded her of those she’d find in the ancient nordic tombs of her world, of the weapons the draugr of her world wielded, the swords and axes and bows of a forgotten age of dragon rulers and priests, an age she had almost forgotten about while stuck in this world. The tattered banners they were holding were nothing like anything she had seen before, see-through and worn as though they had been rotting in this cave for longer than she and her Master had been alive. 

“The way is shut. It was made by those who are dead and the dead keep it. The way is shut. Now, you must die” Ruth didn’t hesitate to let the arrow fly from the bowstring, her eyes growing even wider as the arrow, along with the arrow Legolas let loose, flew straight through the ghostly king, her green eyes widening as her breath was caught in her throat. “Bormahu, Aak Zu’u…” it was a silent plea, a prayer she hoped had gone unheard by her companions, her skin almost as pale as ice as she stared at the ghostly king while Aragorn’s sword clashed with the spectral sword the king wielded. Ruth was one of the first to exit the mountain, skin still pale with shock as she looked down at her bow in disbelief. “Ruth? What’d yer expect? They’re dead already!” Gimli exclaimed as he was the second one to escape the mountain, but she just shook her head, still somewhat in shock “but-... I-...” she was only snapped out of her shocked state when Legolas gently put a hand on her shoulder, her green eyes finding him and he could see the pure shock in them, like she really thought the arrow would stick in the ghostly king’s skull. She shook her head as she spotted a convoy of ships along a river, flames and smoke rising from wherever they had already been, the golden flecks in her eyes shimmering a tad bright as her look of shock turned into one of determination, her feet carrying her down the mountainside to the river bank, not a single word or sound being spoken on the way down. She was the first to touch the stony ground of the riverbank, her eyes almost burning with an anger none of them had ever seen before. Gimli was the last to arrive by the water, panting as he took his place in between Legolas and Aragorn, Ruth standing far out to the side next to Legolas, her eyes locked on the slow moving water, brows furrowed as she clutched the handle of her bow until her knuckles turned white. “You will go no further. You will not enter Gondor” Aragorn’s voice reached the crew members and instantly they laughed, that devastating fire in Ruth’s eyes growing higher and higher as without blinking she nocked an arrow and pulled the string back, letting the arrow fly in mere seconds, the arrow hitting one of the crewmembers in between his eyes, the crew going silent as even her companions looked at her with shock. “He said; you will go no further! Turn around or prepare to die, there is no third option and I will shout you all to pieces if I have to!” she exclaimed loudly, the crew beginning to murmur before laughing again, Ruth rolling her eyes as she almost sneered in annoyance. “You and whose army, little lady?!” the captain shouted and Ruth practically growled with annoyance, the dead army moving through her to the ship, killing all the crew members and seizing the ship, moving on to the next ships and the ones after that.

“‘Little lady’...” Ruth mumbled with annoyance, Legolas frowning at her as she waited patiently to be able to board, a stern look on her face, the gold in her eyes shining a tad brighter than usual, even when she was in battle, it made Legolas wonder what she said just before, what it meant.

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Ruth was quiet as she watched the waves crash against the hull of the ship, leaning on the railing, waiting for Legolas to say something as he stood beside her, she knew his eyes were on her. “In my world… in my world ghosts can be harmed… not just because of special weapons. I’m-... I’m so used to Auriel’s bow guiding me that I was-... surprised… when it didn’t work” Ruth finally admitted, secretly hating the silence between the two of them, it wasn’t a comfortable silence, it felt like an awkward one. “And the pirate you killed?” Legolas asked softly, watching her brows knit together for a brief moment before she sighed “one of many… I felt a need to make sure my bow worked, that Auriel hadn’t thrown me aside just as he did with the last holder of his bow” Ruth muttered quietly, Legolas nodding softly “who is Auriel? Another one of your divines?” Ruth chuckled as though the question amused her, a smirk tugging at her lips as she shrugged lightly “Akatosh. And Akatosh is Auriel. Auriel is the beginning of time, Akatosh is the end, thus, they are the same but not identical… because Akatosh is the chief divine and the maker of time, he can be fickle, in my opinion. None of the other divines have more than one part of themselves… he has two blessed objects… Auriel’s bow, and Auriel’s shield. Shields were never really my thing so I put the shield on a display and kept the bow…” Ruth admitted quietly, Legolas studying her before nodding to himself. “Where did you display it?” he asked quietly and instantly a smile formed on her lips as she turned with her back to the railing, leaning against it as she sighed. “My house, the one outside Whiterun… Elysium Estate… I’ve arranged the basement to hold trophies… special weapons and unique items I’ve come across in my travels” she mumbled with  a small bashful blush, as though it was something she was a little embarrassed to admit.

“It must be a large basement” Legolas half joked, hearing her laugh quietly, briefly throwing her head back as she grinned before shaking her head and looking at him. “It’s alright, it came with the estate, I merely redecorated it. There’s Wuuthrad and the Shield of Ysgramor, Auriel’s shield, the weapons of a Nightingale, some objects I earned from the Daedra of my world, small things like that” Ruth added with a shrug, smirking lightly up at him as she reached behind herself and pulled out her bow, showing it to Legolas. “Auriel is depicted as the sun sometimes, it clashes with the theory of Magnus being the sun but this is from the point of a race in my world, called Snow Elves, the first to truly inhabit Skyrim before the Nords came and arrived from Atmora. Anyway, because of this, this bow has great powers… the powers of the sun itself… or, the power to shield the sun forever, covering it in blood red darkness” Ruth explained in a dramatic voice before chuckling and looking back at the bow. “It would need special arrows before I could channel the power of the sun, though. Two different arrows. The sunhallowed arrows, blessed by a priest of Auriel, and the blood hallowed arrows, dipped in the blood of a vampire lord, or lady, to blacken out the sun. Though I’ve never really used the arrows to black out the sun… I’ve only ever used the blessed ones” Ruth admitted with a light shrug, Legolas studying the bow with wide eyes, taking in it’s almost shining appearance, the different curves and edges, it made Ruth smirk a little bit, just a small bit. “And what of the arrows you use? Is it these ‘sunhallowed’ arrows?” Legolas asked with fascination and Ruth gently shook her head, even though he wasn’t looking at her. “No, I use arrows made from dragonbone, same as my daggers and swords” Ruth muttered, putting the bow behind her back and it was as though it disappeared, her hand retracting with an arrow, the same arrow she had fired in the cave with the army of the dead. She twirled the arrow effortlessly between her fingers before showing it to Legolas, the tip of the arrow was three sharp points sticking out, small spikes on the outside of each point, pointing downward, when Legolas touched the tip of the arrow he felt that it was actually bone, real bone carved into the tip of an arrow. “Dragon bones? How did you come into possession of dragon bones?” Legolas asked with shock and Ruth chuckled lightly, Legolas’ question drawing the attention of Aragorn and Gimli. “From Skyrim, I slay them as often as I can. Only I can assure that they stay dead, because of my title with Akatosh, but I don’t let any part of them go to waste” Ruth admitted with a sad smile before putting the arrow away, leaning back on the railing as she smiled at Legolas. “After Alduin’s death I’ll admit that it sometimes felt… wrong… to slay the other dragons I came across… it’s not what Akatosh intended, he intended for me to slay Alduin for straying from his destiny, not every dragon…” Ruth muttered, her smile fading into a glum look as she looked down “then why do you do it?” Aragorn asked calmly, hearing Ruth sigh softly before crossing her arms over her chest “because they kill people… they burn down cities and towns, they snatch up travelers along the road and wilderness and they burn people alive… Do I really have a choice?”

“Then why does it feel wrong?” he asked with caution, watching Ruth sigh, once again, before looking towards the sky, as though it held some form of answer. “Because they’re kin… I know it’s not the same as siblings or even cousins but-... I share a soul with them… their blood runs through my veins and I know Akatosh never intended for all of his creations to be wiped out, just the one that steered too off course… Alduin got greedy, his name means World-Eater, he has one job and that was to end the world so a new cycle of life could begin, so it could start over. But he began to enslave people, rule over them like some king yet he never actually had any interest in politics, none of the dragons did. They left that up to priests who worshiped them as gods and the priests were often cruel and power hungry… life for people became a misery and as a result there was an uprising… I saw the end to that uprising myself… through a window of sorts… they just wanted to be free, Alduin was meant to end the cycle yet he didn’t. That’s why Dragonborns were created in the first place, why Akatosh gave the dragon blood to mortals to begin with. To end Alduin and let the world play out how it should with him gone” Ruth explained with a small frown before sighing, looking over her shoulder at the water, her hands clutching her arms, almost as though she was hugging herself, trying to give herself some form of comfort.

“Right… but what ‘bout that thing yer said?” Gimli asked suddenly, Ruth frowning confused at him, so did Legolas and Aragorn, Gimli just shrugging at their confused looks. “Well before, yer said ya could shout ‘em all to pieces” Gimli added and Ruth actually blushed, green eyes popping wide as she looked down, her cheeks growing beet red. “That I-... w-well I-... D-Dragonborns d-don’t just have the soul of a dragon, they can speak their tongue too… i-it’s a natural gift that comes along with the blood. I-... they’re called Shouts, or Thu’um, they’re words of significant power… There’s a lot of different ones but they’re very destructive, I-I don’t like to use them in battle… the only ones I use are the ones to summon dragons” Ruth rambled with embarrassment, Legolas, Aragorn and Gimli all sharing a quick look of shock before looking back at the small, shy woman with burning cheeks. “You can summon more than one?” Aragorn asked and Ruth looked like she was mentally regretting her entire existence before nodding “t-two… Durnehviir, who you’ve seen…. and Odahviing” Ruth almost whispered the last name, looking between her companions with embarrassment before opting to turn her back on them, hoping it would alleviate some of the heat in her cheeks if she couldn’t see their shocked expressions. “Odahviing is not like Durnehviir. He wasn’t initially willing to help me, he was Alduin’s lieutenant back when Alduin ruled over humans… he helped because he had no other choice in the matter, I challenged him, something dragons can’t refuse, and I tricked him… trapping him until he agreed to take me to where I could find Alduin, to end his terror…” Ruth explained in hopes that it’d get them to leave it be, Aragorn and Legolas taking the hint but Gimli didn’t, more so probably because he was unaware of how uncomfortable this made the red haired woman.

“Why haven’t yer used ‘im in battle then?” Gimli asked dumbly and Ruth sighed softly, her eyes shutting in light annoyance “because Durnehviir is easier to bring into this world. I was in between realms when I ended up here, Durnehviir isn’t naturally on Nirn, he’s trapped in the Soul Cairn, another realm, thus he is easier to summon. I haven’t tried summoning Odahviing because I don’t know what will happen, neither I or Durnehviir were on Nirn when each of us ended up here, Durnehviir has only been here because I summoned him for a small amount of time, after that time expired he’d be transported back to the Soul Cairn. Odahviing is on Nirn, I don’t know what it’d do to him if I tried to call for him. Besides, it’s different. I summon Durnehviir but I call for Odahviing. A dragon’s name is important, if I call it, they’re bound to respond, but I can’t call for Odahviing unless he was already on this earth, which he isn’t, does that explain it, Master Dwarf?” Ruth snapped in annoyance, looking at the dwarf with a bored expression as the dwarf nodded awkwardly and cleared his throat, mumbling something about checking the side of the ship as he walked off.

“Why does this bother you?” Legolas asked after a little while, taking a small step closer to her, keeping his voice quiet, a hand on Ruth’s lower back as she looked up at him with a frown, her eyes holding a certain amount of sadness in them. “Because-... because Odahviing is soaring high above in Skyrim, breathing in the Tamrielic air… Durnehviir is soaring about in the Soul Cairn, it might not be a pleasant place but at least it’s closer to Nirn, I haven’t had a chance to speak with him either so I have no one from my world who can explain how I got here or what happened…” Ruth admitted in a quiet voice, her eyes moving back to the water as the ship parted it, like a sharp knife through butter. “I don’t mind this world… but not knowing?… Not knowing anything is what annoys me, what angers me and irks me… I don’t know how I got here, I don’t know how to get back and I don’t know if it’s difficult for Durnehviir to appear in this world or not… or if he could take me back to the Soul Cairn… or figure out a way to bring me back once he returns there” Ruth added, her frown growing deeper as she gently shook her head. “I’ll try and summon him when we arrive at Gondor… I hope the battle will be over quickly, so I can talk to him…” Ruth added before giving Legolas a sad smile as she walked away from him, sitting down by herself on a crate near the railing, eyes locked on the wood beneath her feet, lost in her own thoughts.

#Skyrim fic #LOTR fic #Skyrim x LOTR crossover #Legolas x OC #Legolas x Ruth Telvanni #A Chance Encounter #Elder Scrolls: V