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fandoms-forever-united · 5 hours ago
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Legolas Greenleaf Imagine - Abducted
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Ever since I reblogged this post from @harleysarchive I've wanted post my own version of the imagine above!!!
This one was also requested by anon!!!
Ask #1:
Yes please write something like that!
Ask #2:
I was thinking of the Legolas one, but I would also like a part 2 to that Bakugo one. So why not both? Lol
A/N - I personally think that this imagine isn't the best, but that's probably because I haven't really written anything like this for Lord of The Rings before... (I have written some stuff for Lord of The Rings but not like this!) I would really love to hear what you guys think of it! All feedback is encouraged considering how this the first imagine that I've done in a very long time!
Also, Anon that had requested for me to do this imagine even though I was going to write it anyway, please enjoy and give me your opinion on it after you read it!!!
Enough rambling! Let's get on with the story!!!
Hope you guys enjoy!!!
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(The 2 pictures above are what your outfit and sword look like for this imagine!!! Both pictures are not mine!!! I found both of them on Pinterest!!! You can also change anything you want about the outfit and/or sword if you want to change something about them!)
"Frodo?! Boromir?!" You shout out into the distance as you walk through the forest, along with your long-time friend Aragorn. "Where are they?" You ask as the 2 of you stop to look over a cliff. "I do not know..." Aragorn answers. "but we will find them (Y/N), do not worry." "I hope you're right..." you mutter, hoping that Frodo is alright and nothing bad has happened to him.
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After searching for a little while longer, you and Aragorn come across a ruin and find Frodo sitting on the ground next to it. You and Aragorn slowly approach him. "Frodo?" he asks as he gets closer to him. Frodo jumps in surprise as he turns to face you and Aragorn. His eyes are wide with terror, but he soon realizes that it's just and Aragorn and not someone else. Frodo's green eyes go from you to Aragorn and then back before he speaks. "It's taken Boromir." "Where is the ring?" Aragorn asks as he steps closer to him. "Stay away!" Frodo shouts as he scrambles to his feet, running from both you and Aragorn.
"Frodo!" you and Aragorn call after him as he runs around a column of the ruin. "...I swore to protect you." Aragorn says to him calmly. "As did I." you agree. Frodo's eyes go from Aragorn to you and you see how frightened he is. 'Something must have happened with Boromir.' you think. You open your mouth to ask him about what had happened between him and Boromir, but he returns his gaze back to Aragorn. "Can you protect me from yourself?" he asks as he uncurls his fist, revealing the ring. You stare at the ring as it glints, gold and beautiful in the afternoon sun. "Would you destroy it?" Frodo continues. You look from Frodo to Aragorn to see that his eyes are glued to it. Aragorn slowly walks up to Frodo, his hand moving to hover over the ring, as if he's about to grab it from Frodo. "Aragorn," you say gently, trying to get through to him before he can do anything.
Aragorn seems to be taken out of his trance before he kneels in front of Frodo, closing his small hand around the ring. "I would have gone with you to the end... into the very fires of Mordor." Aragorn whispers to him. "We both would have." you state, causing Frodo to look up at you, his green eyes brimming with tears. "I know." he agrees softly. "Look after the others, especially Sam... he will not understand." he says to both you and Aragorn. You're about to agree that you and Aragorn will definitely look after Sam and the others when Aragorn gets up to his feet, drawing his sword. Frodo looks up at Aragorn in confusion for a second before drawing his own sword that's currently glowing brightly. 'Orcs...' You think, drawing your own sword as well. "Go, Frodo!" Aragorn tells him urgently. "(Y/N), go with him all the way down to the river, make sure that he gets out of here safely." he tells you. You and Frodo hesitate, not wanting to leave him on his own. "Run. Run!" he yells at you and Frodo. "Come Frodo." you tell the hobbit urgently as you start running down the hill towards the river.
You and Frodo scramble down the hillside away from the fight. You hear the calls of some Orcs following after you. You scramble behind a tree with Frodo right behind you. You press your back against the tree, hoping and praying that you and Frodo don't get seen by any of the Orcs that are currently running past you and Frodo. Luckily, they don't see either of you, and they keep on running down the hill. "Frodo! (Y/N)!" you hear from your left. You and Frodo both turn to see both Merry and Pippin hiding in a hollow, a few feet away. "Hide here, quick!" Merry continues in the same urgent tone. "Come on!" Pippin urges.
You know that Frodo is looking at the 2 of them with great sadness as he slowly shakes his head at them. "What's he doing?" I hear Pippin ask Merry. From your position next to Frodo, you can see the understanding Merry's eyes. "He's leaving." he replies softly. "No!" Pippin shouts as he stands, coming out into the open towards you and Frodo. Merry grabs at his arm, trying to stop him. "Pippin!" he shouts as Pippin breaks out of his grip. A cry of an Orc rings out on the top of the hill. The've been seen!
'Damn!' you think as you see multiple Orcs running down the hill towards the 2 small hobbits. You come out into the open as well, causing the 3 hobbits to look at you in surprise as you draw your sword (in which you had sheathed again as you were making your way down the hill with Frodo). "Run Frodo." you urge, staring up the hill at the multiple Uruk-Hai charging down the hill towards you. You turn to Frodo, knowing that he hasn't left you. "Go! We'll give you as much time as I can!" you tell him as you gesture over to Merry and Pippin.
Merry takes the hint and starts to gain the orcs' attention. "Hey, hey you! Over here!" he shouts, waving his arms out. "Hey!" Pippin yells.
"Over here!"
"This way!"
The orcs coming running towards the 3 of you. "Go!" you urge Frodo one last time before running off with Merry and Pippin, leading the Orcs away from Frodo.
"It's working!" Pippin shouts.
"I know it's working! Run!" Merry replies as the 3 of you continue running.
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You, Merry and Pippin have been running for about 10 minutes now and you've come to a small clearing where more Orcs approach the 3 of you from in front of you.
You're trapped!
You draw your sword again, ready for a fight, ready to protect Merry and Pippin with your life if you need too. Even with so many orcs surrounding you, you are determined to protect them no matter what. "Stay behind me." you urge the 2 of them as the orcs get closer and closer to the 3 of you.
You get ready to strike when Boromir suddenly appears from behind you, blocking a strike from one of the orcs. "Boromir!" Merry and Pippin shout as you and Boromir fight off the many orcs and Uruk-Hai attacking us.
After about 10 minutes of fighting off orcs and Uruk-Hai, you and Boromir are overwhelmed with how many there are coming after you. "We're outnumbered!" you shout as you continue striking the Orcs and Uruk-Hai. "We need help!" "I'm on it!" Boromir shouts. A few seconds later, you hear the sound of the horn of Gondor, knowing that Boromir is blowing it to hopefully have Aragorn and the others come to your aid.
You're praying that Legolas and the others can hear the horn. Hopefully, they will get to you and Boromir in time, before anything can happen to Merry and/or Pippin. You pray to the gods that Legolas will show up. Out of everyone in the fellowship (other than Aragorn), you are the closest with him. You could even say that you've literally fallen for the elven prince.
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You and Boromir lead Merry and Pippin away from the oncoming orcs and Uruk-Hai. As you fight off any that get too close, Boromir continues to blow the horn, so that the others know where you are.
You grunt as you stab yet another orc with your sword. "Run! Run!" you hear Boromir shout, causing you to look up to see 100's of orcs coming after you. You don't hesitate to run after him and the hobbits, not wanting to stick around too long with that many orcs and Uruk-Hai coming after you.
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The 4 of you continue on running until you get cornered. You all continue fighting though, even Merry and Pippin fight back by throwing rocks at the orcs that are coming after you while you and Boromir use your swords to strike down any that come to close. Your eyes scan the battle for any sign of Legolas and the others but there's no sign of them. The only thing that you do see is a giant Uruk-Hai aiming his bow and arrow at Boromir who is currently fighting a few orcs.
You're about to warn him about the arrow but before you can, the arrow is released and it hits Boromir in the chest. "No, Boromir!" you scream as he falls down to his knees.
You're about charge at and kill the Uruk-Hai that had shot him, but to your surprise Boromir continues fighting. You strike down an orc that charges at you before you see the Uruk-Hai aim yet another arrow at Boromir. "NO!" you scream out as the arrow hits its' mark, causing Boromir to stumble back. You grit your teeth in utter anger as you strike down any orc that comes in your way between you and the Uruk that shot Boromir.
Once again, you see Boromir continue to fight against the orcs that come after him and the 2 hobbits. You just have to kill the Uruk before he can shoot him again. You just have too.
You're just about to reach the Uruk when an Orc literally scoops you up and over its' shoulder, knocking your sword out of your hand. "Let go of me!" you shout as you kick and punch the orc in the back and stomach. You stop kicking and punching the orc that had taken you hostage when a third and final arrow hits Boromir in the stomach. "Boromir! NO!" you scream, tears running down your face as he falls to his knees again, not getting up to fight again.
At the sight of Boromir, you see Merry and Pippin let out battle cries before charging at the army of orcs. Seems like their efforts are futile because both of them are scooped off of their feet by Uruk-Hai.
You scream for Boromir as the orc that had taken you hostage runs past him. "BOROMIR!" You scream as you see the Uruk-Hai that had shot him standing before him, another arrow loaded in his bow. "NO!" you scream as the Uruk begins to draw back the arrow, ready to finish Boromir off, once and for all.
"(Y/N)!" you hear the all so familiar voice of Legolas shout. You whip your head in that direction to see Legolas and Gimli running as fast as they can over the hill, killing orcs as they go. "Legolas!" you shout back as you try and to get out of the orcs' grip once again. "NO!” Legolas screams as he continues to kill orcs, trying to get to you. “NO, (Y/N), NO!” he continues before he and Gimli are overwhelmed with orcs keeping the 2 of them at bay as the rest of the army of orcs, along with you, Merry and Pippin escape.
"LEGOLAS!" you scream one final time before you can't see him or any of the others anymore.
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justfangirlthingies · 2 days ago
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Marry your Daughter (Legolas)
This is a songfic for the song 'Marry your Daughter'
The story plays in between The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings, well actually it doesn't really matter when it plays
This is my first time writing for Legolas, so just bear with me ok?
Summary: Legolas makes his way to (Y/n)'s father to ask him a very important question or rather ask for approval.
Idk what race you wanna be, so if you're an elf just consider this as an Elvish conversation, for any other race it'd be in English I suppose.
Warnings: none? I think? If you find anything lmk though
Word count: 1640 words
A young ellon walked through the halls of the castle. He strutted through the halls with grace, not letting anyone see how nervous he actually was. He had only seen your father two or three times. Needless to say, he hadn't really had the chance to properly get to know him those few times. Legolas came to a halt in front of two large willow wood doors, which were guarded by two wardens. The two bowed before him briefly, before one of them entered through the doors. Probably announcing the young prince's arrival to the king. When the doors opened once more, the prince was shown into the room, the doors closing behind him. The ellon walked up to the man sitting upon his throne and knelt before him. Just casualties amidst royalty.
Once Legolas got back onto his feet, he heard the king's voice speak up. "Legolas Thranduilion, prince of the woodland realm, to what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?" He asked.
The man you were currently courting took in a deep breath and tried to keep his shaky exhale as quiet and unnoticeable as possible, before he spoke up "Sir, I'm a bit nervous 'bout being here today. Still not real sure what I'm going to say. So, bear with me please if I take up too much of your time"
At that, the older man cocked an eyebrow, genuine curiosity overtaking his features. He already had a hunch that whatever this was, had to be about (Y/n), his only daughter and also the oldest of all his 3 his children. "Your Majesty, as you know, your daughter (Y/n) and I have been courting and I wanted to-to" The elven prince cut himself off, the nervousness coursing through his veins finally seemed to affect his actions. In the heat of the moment, he decided that maybe it would be easier to get this off his chest if he just showed the object, which he had been carrying with him for a few months now, to your father "See in this box is a ring for your oldest"
Your father's eyes widened at the object. Yes, he expected some kind of talk, but not that kind of talk just yet. The box in Legolas' hands was decorated with intricate and highly complicated looking patterns. Though the ring he did not get to see. "She's my everything and all that I know is-" The blond stopped his sentence and sighed, finally looking up at your father and maintaining some intense eye contact. "it would be such a relief if I knew that we were on the same side. 'Cause very soon, I'm hoping that I can marry your daughter and make her my wife."
"And how do you think that would turn out? What would you expect of a union with her. How would it benefit (Y/n)?" The monarch asked in return, his eyes still trained on his future son in law.
Legolas saw this as a good sign. He had not denied the request to give his blessing to this marriage, yet. "I want her to be the only girl that I'll love for the rest of my life and give her the best of me 'til the day that I die"
"What if I said no?" A smirk graced the king's lips as his (e/c) eyes bore into the young ellon's blue ones. The elf's face fell as he failed to notice the playful shimmer in the older man's eyes. He quickly retained his proud posture and continued on, answering the old man's question "All due respect Your Majesty, I do not mean to offend you, but I am asking for your blessing and possibly your approval, but in no way am I asking for your permission because I'm most certainly gonna marry your princess and make her my queen. She'll be the most beautiful bride that I've ever seen." The elven prince smiled at that thought. At the thought of you in your wedding dress. He would stand, waiting and watching at the altar, while you'd make your way down the isle. "I can't wait to smile. When she walks down the aisle. Preferably, on the arm of her father." The king watched as Legolas' brilliant blue eyes glimmered with love, happiness and admiration at the mere thought of you. He also took notice of the determination that sparked from the ellon's eyes. "On the day that I marry your daughter"
"Why (Y/n)? How can I be certain you will not mistreat my daughter?" Was all your father questioned in response. He was curious and wanted to make sure the man before him really was genuinely in love with you. Because of the fact that he always heard the way you talk about Legolas, he knew you were utterly in love with the elf. However, no matter how much you might have adored this man, your father wanted to create his own picture of the prince, without including the opinions of others. He simply had to judge for himself, if Legolas was worthy of his 'little girl' or more like, as close to worthy as one can get because in his opinion, no one was, is or would ever be good enough for you. The younger male immediately answered the other's question, ready to take any chance to prove himself to the man you called your father "She's been here every step since the day that we met. I'm scared to death to think of what would happen if she ever left. So, don't you ever worry about me ever treating her bad"
"You have already thought all of this through, haven't you?" The king chuckled slightly. A sign is what Legolas saw this as. A sign, that he might indeed get a blessing for this union. With that thought in the back of his head, he smiled and eagerly nodded his head yes "Yes indeed, I have most of it thought out already. If she has any extra wishes or wants to alter or make changes or additions to anything, she can do so. After all, it is in my interest to make this perfect for her. I've got most of my vows done so far, so bring on the better or worse and 'til death do us part. There's no doubt in my mind. It's time. (Y/n) and I have discussed the topic quite a few times, though I do not think she expects me to ask her nor has she any suspicion of my plans just yet. Which is why, the way I view it, this is a tremendous opportunity to surprise her. I'm ready to start, I swear to you with all of my heart."
Your father slowly lifted himself from the throne and walked up to Legolas "You swear, you say?" The man was intimidating, but the ellon stood his ground "Indeed. I swear it. I'm gonna marry your daughter and make her my wife. I want her to be the only girl that I'll love for the rest of my life and give her the best of me 'til the day that I die. yeah I'm gonna marry your princess and make her my queen. She'll be the most beautiful bride that I've ever seen. I can't wait to smile as she walks down the aisle, on the arm of her father. I know she would want you to approve and to have you there and so would I, on the day that I marry your daughter.
"It seems like you really do mean it..." The older one thought aloud. "I mean it, I really do" Legolas spoke up, he hadn't even properly acknowledged that your father was now in very close proximity and that what he said was more of a statement than a question. With that, Legolas remembered your first encounter, a dreamy look took over his features for a moment as he spoke "The first time I saw her, I swear I knew, that I'd say 'I do' "
The ruler over your kingdom took another look at Legolas before he announced "If that really is the case, which it seems to be and if (Y/n) really wants this, there is no stopping my stubborn daughter" he laughed loudly "then I suppose I have no choice, but to give this marriage my blessing."
I'm gonna marry your daughter and make her my wife. I want her to be the only girl that I'll love for the rest of my life and give her the best of me 'til the day that I die
The blond's eyes went wide. Had his ears deceived him or did he really just hear what he had heard? At that the old king chuckled "You better treat her well..." He hesitated for a moment before finishing his sentence and patting the elf's shoulder "...son."
The elvish prince nodded, his eyes widened even more at the sudden contact and with the biggest of grins plastered on his face, he replied "I will, do not fret."
I'm gonna marry your princess and make her my queen. She'll be the most beautiful bride that I've ever seen.
"I better not regret this decision" Your father muttered "You will not regret it, I assure you" The younger male responded immediately.
I can't wait to smile, as she walks down the aisle, on the arm of her father...
"I expect I still get to see her regularly." He paused "And you as well, I need to know what kind of man I just allowed entry to my family." Now it was Legolas' turn to laugh "Of course. We will visit as often as we can and you may come and pay us a visit as well sometime......adar"
...on the day that I marry your daughter
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endillos · 4 days ago
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@aspecardaweek day 5: Relationships → queerplatonic Gigolas
We have heard tell that Legolas took Gimli Glóin’s son with him because of their great friendship, greater than any that has been between Elf and Dwarf. If this is true, then it is strange indeed: that a Dwarf should be willing to leave Middle-earth for any love, or that the Eldar should recieve him, or that the lords of the West should permit it
- J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings, Appendix A, "Durin's Folk"
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Requested: May I make an Eomer x reader request? When Eomer is forced into exile, the reader, Eomer’s wife, fears that she and their young son would be cast out as well. In order to ensure the safety of her son, the reader turns to her good friend Legolas for help. I figured she could escape to Mirkwood to seek Legolas’ aid and thanduil could be his usual skeptical self until Legolas kind of tells him off due to the reader being a warrior herself and a dear friend.
Okaay, here is the result. I wrote it with my style, so it may not be perfect. Hope you will still like this!
Y/S/N - your son's name
Pairing: Eómer x reader
Warnings: grammatical errors an that's all I think
The promise
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"Forgive me, love. I didn't want to ..." Eómer held my hand.
I was angry and sad at the same time.
Our little son ran after Eómer.
"Where are you going, daddy?" he asked.
Eómer lifted him into his arms. "Don't worry about me, I'll be back ... and I'll take care of you," he winked at me.
"We should go slowly now." guard touched Eomer's shoulder.
"One more minute, please. I have to say goodbye to my wife." he said.
 The guard nodded. "But quickly."
The son hugged his father for the last time and then ran away crying.
I sighed. "Y / N .. forgive me. I'll blame myself for this to my death, " he said.
"Don't worry, it wasn't your fault, after all. You are their victim. Just promise me you'll be back, okay? And be careful ..." I buried my head in his chest.
"Of course I'll be back. I promise. I wouldn't leave you alone. Be careful too. I love you..." We still wanted to kiss, but the guard grabbed Eómer.
Eómer looked at me one last time and left.
I wanted to cry, be furious, but I was silent. I have to be strong because of our son.
A few days passed. I really missed Eómer. Like fish misses water. And I'm not talking about our son. He kept asking about his father. What was I supposed to tell him? I was just comforting him.
People frowned at me in Edoras and whispered something. I didn't feel safe here anymore.
I only had one thing left. Or rather a person.
"What? Y / N, why didn't you tell me sooner? I'd take you away from here right now," Legolas sat with me. We were still in Edoras.
I wrote him a letter asking for help. He immediately ran over here.
Legolas was a great friend of mine. I couldn't wish for a better friend.
"Oh, God, what did Eómer get you into? The two of you," he added.
And did I mention that Eómer doesn't like Legolas and Legolas doesn´t like Eómer?
Eómer thought that Legolas liked me, which was the greatest bullshit I had ever heard.
"Legolas, let's not deal with this now, please. So will you help us please? Trust me, I wouldn't turn to you with help if I didn't have a child, I could handle by myself. But with our son, no, I'm afraid for him."
Tears began to form in my eyes.
He took my hand. "Of course I can help you. You are my best friend. I'll take you both to Mirkwood."
 I was moved. "Thank you, I appreciate it ... you don't even know how."
I hugged him. He gave me a hug again.
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"Who is that woman, Legolas? And that child?"
That was the first thing I heard when we came here.
We were in the throne room, Legolas's father was on the throne and frowned at us. Nice man.
"Your Majesty, I'm Y / N, and this is my son Y / S / N, " I told him this.
My son had his head buried in my skirt. Poor child, he was afraid.
"If you don't mind, we would wanted to stay here. Until my husband returns from exile ... I promise not to get under your feet, to bother you with our presence ... quite the opposite, I will try to help as I will just can. With anything." I told him.
Thranduil came out of the throne, and approached us. "I don't want to hear you, I want to hear my son ..."
Legolas sighed by my side. "Father, I don't know what your problem is."
"Are you really asking me that? I have a problem with dragging a man here. She will be useless to our detriment. What are you doing? They don't need your help, they can do it themselves." Thranduil didn't even raise his voice, but if his gaze killed, I'm already dead.
"Father, at least do it for me. Don't you know that Y / N is my dear friend? Best friend? And she's an amazing warrior. We need more warriors like her."
"Legolas ..." I said. I was moved.
 "They'll do on their own ... it'll probably be hard, but that's what life is about." Thranduil continued, as if he hadn't heard what his son was saying.
"He is right, Legolas. If it bothers you, we'll go somewhere else ... it won't be a problem for me," I told him.
Legolas looked at me in disbelief. "Are you serious? No, no, you'll be here and that's it. Just because my father doesn't want to allow it, doesn't mean you won't be here. "
"Are we really worth it? ”
"Yes. You are. You will stay here. And without debate, " he emphasized you stay here.
Thranduil grinned. "Really Legolas? Even without my permission?"
"Even without your permission, Father." That was the last thing Legolas said. And then he grabbed us both and dragged us to a room.
He said he was a prince and that he could do whatever he wanted and that we should not dare leave because he would not forgive me.
Oh god, I didn't want him to have trouble for us, but what was I supposed to do?
I just started praying, first thanking for such a great friend and then making Eómer come home quickly.
The days passed. To my surprise, Thranduil didn't kick us out of here, quite the opposite. He was silent.
I went to training again. Legolas was right. I'm a warrior. So I just honed my skills with Legolas.
My son usually wandered around with elves somewhere because he made some friends. He was fine here. I sighed. Thank God.
But Eómer missed me so much. Every time I went to bed, I cried softly. Where is he? What's wrong with him?
I wrote him letters, told him we were in Mirkwood, but he never wrote to me. I was terribly worried about him. Then I stopped writing letters to him. He probably didn't read them.
Gradually, I put up with the fact that he would probably never return. Legolas told me that he had left exile a long time ago. But where did he go? Why didn't he come to us? I let him know where we were! Apparently no one has ever seen him. People started spreading the word that he probably died.
 I remember that day. I sat outside on a bench, swallowing the sun's rays. It's been a year. Year. And Eómer was not yet returned.
 Legolas sat down next to me. "Y / N ... you know, I was thinking ..."
 "About what?" I turned
"I know you're worried ... I don't want you to worry anymore. I love you, Y / N."
 I smiled. "Me you too, I will not return to you in my life what you have done for us. I owe you this all. Thank you so much."
He sighed in defeat. "You don't have to thank me, Y / N .. I just ... I don't think this in that sense. I ... I love you. I've loved you for a long time ... I was just silent because Eómer ..."
Am I dreaming? This can not be true!
"Legolas ..." I began, but he interrupted me.
"Don't say anything yet .. I've been thinking about it for a long time ... will you marry me? By marrying me, you will gain all the privilege, you will be safe. I will accept Y / S / N as my son ... just please marry me. " He took my hand and held a ring in it. It was a beautiful gold ring.
I started crying.
I just scared Legolas. "Did I do something wrong?"
"No, Legolas. I'm crying because ... because I don't love you. I never loved you. I love you as a friend. Like a great friend, but no more .. I'm sorry. I still love Eómer. I wish I was in love with you, but I can't ... take that ring and give it to someone else. That someone else will be happy. "
 Eómer was right. The whole time. And I didn't listen to him.
Legolas was silent. He looked hurt. "Okay, Y / N. It does not matter. And isn't there any chance ...? "
I stopped him. "It's not. Sorry."
 He hid the ring. "But Y / N .. I will still survive this, even if it hurts like hell, but ... you can't hope Eómer returns. It hurts you. He died. You should put up with it!"
I wanted to say something, to defend myself, when I heard a low voice behind me.
"He didn't die."
That's not possible .... I turned around. It was him. My husband. He stood there, emaciated, exhausted.
I got up quickly and ran. "Eómer !! You're back !!" This time I cried with happiness.
Eómer hugged me. But he scolded Legolas.
"I'll handle it with you."
 "I'm excited. And I am serious," Legolas growled
"No! No one will fight here, do you understand?" I shouted angrily.
Legolas stood up. "I'll leave you."
 Eómer was still frowning at him, but when he looked at me, there was tenderness in his eyes.
"Y / N .. love ... I missed you very much .."
"Eómer ... I was worried about you ... very much ..." I whispered.
He kissed me slowly. It was a gentle, slow kiss. We had no hurry. When we finished, we were still hugging.
"Come Eómer. I have to feed you. You lost weight. And Y / S / N will be so happy. "
His eyes lit up at the mention of our son's name.
"I'm so glad to have you ... I'll never leave you again. Never." he swore.
I smiled. "I hope so."
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Eómer was here for a few days. Fortunately, he didn't argue with Legolas.
"I'm doing it for you Y / N, my wife. Otherwise I'd... " He shook his head and sighed.
"I'm glad you're doing this. I'm proud of you." I smiled proudly.
"The food is divine, by the way. You're a great cook." he praised me.
"You're still telling me this. Do you still want the food?" I got up when I saw that he had finished eating.
He nodded. "I'm very hungry."
Meanwhile, the son also entered the room and demanded his father's attention. I left him because he wanted his father.
I took his food again, put it on his table, and when he finished eating, I wanted to put the dishes away. He stopped me, he pulled me into his lap.
"Would you leave us with mommy alone, Y / S / N?" Eómer asked him.
I wanted to object, but he stopped me.
"Sure, Dad .. I'm going to see my friends ..." he disappeared quickly.
"Poor boy. You shouldn't have kick out him like that. He missed you and very much. He kept asking about you." I sighed.
"I have had a lot of time with him a I'll have a lot of time with him, I promise you this, dear. But we weren't alone for a long time.. So I'll eat something else," he said naughty.
"Eómer." I sighed, but didn't object as he began to kiss my neck and collarbone.
"I." kiss on the neck. "Missed." kiss on the chin. "You." kiss on the forehead. "So." kiss on the cheek. "Much." kiss on lips.
"I missed you the way a man missed his wife, Y / N." he muttered between the kisses and leaned me over the table. He rolled up my skirt and stroked my legs.
"Eómer," I sighed. "What did they do to you? Why didn't you write me?" I stroked his hair.
He stopped kissing me. "I couldn't. They forbade me. But I put away every letter. But I was sorry when you stopped writing to me."
"I was worried about you. They said you were dead. And you didn't even write me. So I stopped writing to you. I'm sorry." I fell silent.
He took my hand. "You don't have to be sorry, dear. I thought of you every day. I love you both. I am grateful to have you and to you again because you have given me a son."
"But we have to get out of here. Not to Edoras, but I know one beautiful place ..." he continued.
"Really?" I stroked his wide shoulders.
He nodded. "Seriously. And now we could stop talking and instead ..."
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We left in a few days. Legolas was silent, I knew I had hurt him and I was sorry. I knew we would never be as friends again as before.
Legolas hurried to say goodbye to me, apparently unnerved by Eómer's angry gaze. Then I rebuked Eómer for that.
The biggest surprise, however, was King Thranduil himself. It turned out that he knew his son was in love with me and knew that I was not reciprocating his feelings. That's why he behaved the way he did. Protective parent.
I'm not surprised. I would do the same for Y / S / N. I stroked his hair as he held Eómer's hand.
"I wish you good luck." Thranduil said, and I was speechless.
He didn't wait for our reaction, he just left in silence, his long clothes just rubbed on the ground.
"So now we are alone, my family. Come, I will take care of you and I will never leave you." Eómer said and continued.
"I promise you that."
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The Within Series | Legolas Greenleaf
Book 1: The Devil Within - 1.8
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Nyx of Tyndall does not know love or kindness. Cursed at a young age by a jealous witch, Nyx has lived a life of solitude and death.
Until Gandalf the Grey requests her presence and uncontrollable skill in assisting a young Hobbit across Middle-Earth with nine others to destroy a ring so powerful all fall victim to its evil.
Not only must Nyx face Orcs, demons, and creatures she’s never seen before, but also the devil inside. Controlling the devil is the key to finding freedom in a spell that can’t be broken. But it will not be so easy for Nyx when every obstacle she faces pushes her to an edge she cannot return from.
Chapter Eight
Nyx marched through the halls of Rivendell angrily. Flight of stairs after flight of stairs she went until she was at the highest lookout point the Elves of Rivendell had built. The sound of water cascading down the mountain drowned out the sound of blood pumping angrily in her ears, but she could still feel it nonetheless. She crossed a small arched bridge in front of waterfall. The mist that came off put out the smoke on her cape.
Nyx discarded her cloak angrily, throwing it on the floor and kicking it away. Her face burned with anger and she rubbed her face, frustrated tears running down her cheeks. Not even a week she’d worn the ring and already it had torn down the defenses she’d spent over a decade building up. She braced herself against the stone balcony railing.
“Focus, Nyx. Like Gandalf taught you.”
“Milady Nyx?” An Elf stood timidly at the top of the stairs. Clearly, he knew he was interrupting something. “Dinner will be served in fifteen minutes.”
“Tell Elrond and Gandalf I will not be attending. They will understand.”
The Elf hesitated and then bowed. “Of course, Milady Nyx. Would you like to have it sent to your room?”
Nyx hesitated and then nodded curtly.
The Elf bowed once more and then descended the stairs quickly and Nyx felt her knees give out, splitting when they hit the stone. Her fingers gripped the stone spindles and her head rested against them. Nyx couldn’t find it in herself to move. Not even as the sun began to set and the temperature dropped.
Nyx was tired. She could go no further.
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When Nyx woke up the next morning, she was still on the outlook, her cloak wrapped around her like a blanket with leaves in her hair.
Someone was touching her shoulder. She saw the familiar staff before she heard the voice.
“My dear, why sleep on the floor when you’ve been offered a bed.”
Nyx looked away. All around her were burnt leaves and grass. Her fingertips were black with ash. She’d spent a long time trying to control her anger the night before. And though she hadn’t burned down a gazebo, Rivendell wasn’t completely unscathed. “What time is it?”
“The Council is about to begin but Frodo refused to start without you. He insists you be part of the meeting.”
Nyx frowned. She wanted no part of the Ring and its journey, wherever it led. Not after what it did to her in less than a week. She felt the anger in her, glowing bright. She closed her eyes and breathed in and out slowly.
“Come on. Up you get.” Gandalf helped Nyx to her feet and began to fret over her, pulling the leaves and twigs out of her hair and brushing down her cloak. “That’ll do.”
Nyx frowned and self-consciously pulled her hair into a bun at the nape of her neck. They descended the stairs quickly, Nyx trailing behind the grey wizard. “Gandalf, I do not want to go with the Ring.”
“You do not have to. But attend for Frodo’s sake. Here,” he grabbed Nyx’s scythe and placed it in her hands. There was still dried blood on it from the last time she used it. “Come.”
Everyone was already seated in the Council Room and Nyx moved to stand behind Frodo’s chair. He smiled gratefully at her over his shoulder. She tried to smile back but wasn’t sure how convincing it was.
“Strangers from distant lands,” Elrond began. “Friends of old. You have been summoned here to answer the threat of Mordor. Middle-Earth stands upon the brink of destruction. None can escape it. You will unite, or you will fall.”
Nyx found Aragorn’s eyes across the circular room, fear brimming in her eyes. Her gave her a calm smile before turning to look at someone else. The Elf from the day before. They shared a familiar look with one another. A look of familiarity and friendship.
“Each race is bound to this fate – this one doom,” Elrond continued. “Bring forth the Ring, Frodo.”
Frodo stood on shaky legs, looking at Gandalf and then Nyx behind him. She nodded encouragingly at him. He reached into his pocket as he walked towards the small stone table in the middle, octagonal in shape. He placed it on the stone gently but still, everyone heard it thud, like a boulder hitting the bottom of chasm.
Immediately, the Ring began to hum and sing, and everyone sat forward in their chairs, drawn to it. Except for Nyx. She took a step back in fear. Her fingers began to warm.
“So, it is true,” a man murmured. He stood up slowly. “In a dream, I saw the eastern sky grow dark. But in the west, a pale light lingered. Voices crying. Our doom is near at hand.” He moved closer to the Ring. “Isildur’s Bane is found.” He reached his hand forward. “Isildur’s Bane.”
“Boromir!” Elrond shouted. The man stood up with a fright, shaken out the Ring’s lure, and looked to the sky in shock as it began to darken.
Gandalf stood, reaching a hand to the sky. He began to chant in Black Speech.
Ash nazg durbatulûk
Ash nazg gimbatul
Ash nazg thrakatulûk
Agh burzum-ishi krimpatul
Nyx stared at the Ring, reciting the translation under her breath. It was the inscription on the Ring.
“One Ring to rule them all,
One Ring to find them,
One Ring to bring them all
And in the darkness bind them.”
With Gandalf’s word, the sky brightened as fast as it darkened and everyone sat back down except for Nyx, who had no seat.
“Never before has any voice uttered the words of that tongue here in Imladris.”
“I do not ask your pardon, Master Elrond,” Gandalf said to Elrond. “For the Black Speech of Mordor may yet be heard in every corner of the west. The Ring is altogether evil,” he reminded the people in front of him.
Boromir shook his head. “It is a gift. A gift to the foes of Mordor. Why not use this Ring? Long has my father, the Steward of Gondor, kept the forces of Mordor at bay! By the blood of our people are your lands kept safe. Give Gondor the weapon of the enemy! Let us use it against him!”
“It cannot be used against its true master,” Nyx said angrily. “All it does is pull the evil from within and make you a monster.”
“And what do you, a mere girl, know about the Ring?” Another man spat at her. The rage bubbled in Nyx and her fingers did more than warm. Someone laid a hand on arm. Gandalf.
“Nyx is right,” Aragorn said. “You cannot wield it. None of us can. The One Ring answers to Sauron alone. It has no other master.”
“And what would a Ranger know of this matter? You are no more experienced than the girl!”
“This is no mere Ranger.” Nyx watched as the silver-haired elf stood up. “He is Aragorn, son of Arathorn. You owe him your allegiance.” Aragorn and the Elf did know each other.
“And it would not be wise to insult Nyx,” Elrond added. “For she has the nasty habit of catching fire.”
“Witch!” A man hissed. Nyx glared at him, her eyes flaming orange. It was one of the few tricks she’d picked up over the years. The man gasped and then fainted, and Nyx smirked. She swore she heard Gandalf chuckle too.
Boromir looked at Nyx and then Aragorn. He chose to focus on the latter. “This is Isildur’s heir?”
“And heir to throne of Gondor,” the Elf added. Nyx winced. Salt in the wound, if you asked her.
“Havo dad, Legolas.” Nyx glanced at the elf as he obeyed his friend’s words to sit down. So his name was Legolas.
“Gondor has no King,” Boromir said. “Gondor needs no King.”
“Then what does that make you?” Nyx wondered.
Gandalf spoke before Boromir could respond to Nyx’s angry words. “Aragorn is right. We cannot use it.”
“You have only one choice,” Elrond added. “The Ring must be destroyed.”
“Then what are we waiting for?” The Dwarf with ginger hair and a thick Scottish accent stood up and swung his axe. His axe should have shattered the Ring. Instead, the axe splintered into pieces and the Dwarf was thrown onto his back.
Frodo flinched, grabbing for his head. Sauron’s Eye flashed in his mind.
Nyx dropped to the ground, feeling a stabbing pain in her chest as images flashed in her mind. White hair. Fire. A blade dripping in blood. Somebody screaming. She coughed and black liquid splattered onto the stone. Ichor. Her cheek burned.
“The Ring cannot be destroyed, Gimli, son of Glóin, by any craft we here possess. The Ring was made in the fires of Mount Doom. Only there can it be unmade. It must be taken deep into Mordor and cast back into the fiery chasm from whence it came.”
Nyx wiped at her lips with the sleeve of her dress and stood up on weak legs. Gandalf offered her his arm.
“One of you must do this.”
There was silence all around.
“One does not simply walk into Mordor,” Boromir argued quietly. “Its black gates are guarded by more than just Orcs. There is evil there that does not sleep. And the great Eye is ever watchful. It is a barren wasteland, riddled with fire and ash dust. The very air you breathe is a poisonous fume. Not with ten thousand men could you do this. It is folly.”
“Have you heard nothing Lord Elrond has said?” Legolas demanded. “The Ring must be destroyed!”
“And I suppose you think you’re the one to do it!” Gimli argued.
“And if we fail, what then?” Boromir added, standing up. “What happens when Sauron takes back what is his?”
Gimli stood up – not that it made him any taller. “I will be dead before I see the Ring in the hands of an Elf!”
The other Elves stood at Gimli’s insult and, soon enough, everyone was standing and yelling over one another. Frodo sat still, staring at the Ring as it called for him.
“Nyx?”
“Yes, Frodo?”
“I think it needs to be me.”
“Are you saying that because It calls to you or because you are strong enough to fight Its call?”
“I’m doing it because I don’t want to do it. Everyone is fighting to be the one because they don’t want somebody else to do it. I just want it done.”
Nyx smiled. “Then say so.”
Frodo’s announcement went unheard the first time. And the second. Nyx huffed and grabbed her scythe, which she had placed on the ground at the beginning of the meeting. She lifted it and swung it down against the concrete as hard as she could. The blade embedded itself in the concrete until no more metal could be seen. The crack echoed all across Rivendell and across the ponds and ocean, bouncing off the sides of the cliff. The Men, Elves, Dwarves, and Wizard stopped arguing instantly.
Elrond sighed indignantly. “Why must you always break something when you visit?”
“Because you ignorant and stubborn men never listen. Now, shut up and sit down. All of you.” She stepped back as Frodo stepped forward, swallowing thickly. His hands were so sweaty.
“I will take the Ring to Mordor. Though…I do not know the way.”
“I will help you bear this burden, Frodo Baggins.” Gandalf gently touched the young Hobbit’s shoulder in reassurance. “So long as it is yours to bear.”
Aragorn stood. “If by my life or death, I can protect you, I will.” He walked across the circular room and knelt at Frodo’s feet. “You have my sword.”
“And you have my bow.” Legolas moved to Frodo too, passing Nyx on the way.
“And my axe,” Gimli promised.
Boromir stepped forward slowly. “You carry the fate of us all, little one. If this is indeed the will of the Council, then Gondor will see it done.”
Nyx stared at Boromir a moment longer. She didn’t like the way he spoke to Frodo, and she certainly didn’t like the faraway look in his eye.
“Heh!” Something brushed the side of Nyx’s skirt and she watched as Sam jumped from behind some bushes and ran to Frodo’s side, crossing his arms. “Mister Frodo’s not going anywhere without me.”
Elrond looked down at Sam in both disappointment and pride. “No, indeed. It is hardly possible to separate you even when he is summoned to a secret Council and you are not.”
“Doing some gardening again are we, Master Gamgee?” Gandalf asked with a pointed look in his eyes.
Sam looked down at his feet awkwardly. Nyx smiled.
From the other end, someone shouted. “Oi! Wait! We’re coming too!”
Nyx bit back her laughter at Elrond’s expression as the two cousins rushed to stand beside Frodo as well.
“You’d have to send us home tied up in a sack to stop us!” Merry insisted.
“Anyway, you need people of intelligence on this sort of mission. Quest. Thing.”
Merry looked at Pippin. “Well, that rules you out, Pip.”
Pippin looked offended. Frodo turned around to look at Nyx, who was standing separate from the group.
“What about you, Nyx? Will you come with me?”
“You want me to?”
“Why wouldn’t we?” Aragorn said. “We could use a dragon in our company.”
Nyx smiled. For once, the name she’d been given wasn’t be used in anger or fear. “Then you shall have her.”
“Ten companions. So be it,” Elrond announced. “You shall be the Fellowship of the Ring.”
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The Within Series | Legolas Greenleaf
Book 1: The Devil Within - 1.7
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Nyx of Tyndall does not know love or kindness. Cursed at a young age by a jealous witch, Nyx has lived a life of solitude and death.
Until Gandalf the Grey requests her presence and uncontrollable skill in assisting a young Hobbit across Middle-Earth with nine others to destroy a ring so powerful all fall victim to its evil.
Not only must Nyx face Orcs, demons, and creatures she’s never seen before, but also the devil inside. Controlling the devil is the key to finding freedom in a spell that can’t be broken. But it will not be so easy for Nyx when every obstacle she faces pushes her to an edge she cannot return from.
Chapter Seven
Nyx had spent what felt like hours telling Lord Elrond what had transpired all those years ago in the Goblin caves and as recently as the past few days.
The Ring has awoken.
Sauron lives.
It was three days later when Strider and the Hobbits arrived and another two when Gandalf arrived. He apologized to the Hobbits and Nyx for abandoning them, filling them in on his time as Saruman’s prisoner. It was a shock for Elrond and Nyx to hear that the White Wizard had fallen to the seduction of evil.
One morning, Nyx had watched in curiosity as Rivendell messengers left at dawn for lands far and wide. She did not know why so many had left, but she knew it could not be good.
Nyx turned away and back to her room. The Hobbits had all been given their own rooms upon arriving, but Nyx knew they all ended up in the same bed every night. She had also learned of Strider’s true identity. A born-to-be King who did not want the throne.
“All power has ever done is corrupt and chain men,” Aragorn had said one evening.
“Power does not do that to just men,” Nyx had replied. The scar on her cheek burned and she touched it gently.
A blood curse cannot be broken.
Sam knocked on the doorframe of Nyx’s room. “He’s awake Lady Nyx.”
Nyx smiled and grabbed her cloak, wrapping it around her shoulders before following Sam to Frodo’s room. He was being helped into a vest when they arrived and Nyx smiled as Frodo’s face filled with glee at the sight of Nyx.
“Nyx!” The young girl bent down and wrapped her arms around Frodo, hugging him tightly.
“I am so glad you’re okay, Frodo.”
They pulled away. “Me too. Sam told me what you risked for me. Thank you, Nyx. For taking the Ring.”
Nyx smiled. “I do not know how you carry it. It is so heavy. But I will continue to carry it for you until you are better.”
Frodo smiled. “Thank you, Nyx. But I can take it. I think am strong enough.”
Nyx smiled and pulled off the chain and reclasped it around Frodo’s neck. “The strongest of us all. Now, shall we go find the others?”
Sam and Nyx led Frodo through the halls and corridors of Rivendell, letting him take his time in exploring the Elven town. It was fall and the leaves were slowly changing from a bright green to a warm orange.
“It’s beautiful.”
“I came here when I was a little girl,” Nyx admitted to the two boys. “I thought it was a palace. It was built thousands of years ago and has stood ever since. Well, except for that gazebo.” Nyx pointed to a gazebo below with a rounded top and a spike on top. “I burnt down the one that stood before it when Lord Elrond told me I couldn’t have dinner early.”
Frodo and Sam giggled at Nyx’s confession and they continued walking, stopping short when the other two hobbits barrelled into Sam and Frodo. Nyx, who had already reunited with the two, stepped away and climbed the stairs to where Elrond and Gandalf stood.
“How is he?” Elrond wondered.
“Happy,” Nyx replied. “He has the Ring again, but it doesn’t seem to bother him like it did before. Perhaps because he knows he will not have to hold onto it much longer.”
Elrond and Gandalf shared a look. “About that…”
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“What do you mean the Ring cannot stay in Rivendell?” Nyx shouted angrily. The candles beside her lit on their own, flickering angrily.
“The Elves cannot hide its power, nor can we protect it against Isengard and Mordor. I have called a Council. This peril belongs to all Middle-Earth. It is only fair they have a say in what is done with it.”
A horn was blown below, and Nyx rushed with Gandalf to the balcony, sparing one last angry glare at Lord Elrond. She watched as horse after horse galloped into the courtyard. First, a Man with shoulder-length brown hair, a shield on his back, and flag around his horse’s neck.
Second, an elf with long silver hair braided back elegantly, pointed ears, a flowing cape, and bow on his back. An Elf, Nyx surmised. Though, not one from Rivendell. His beauty enraptured Nyx for all elves were ethereal, but this one’s silver eyes were intriguing, full of wonder. His eyes caught hers for a moment before she was drawn to two more incoming Elves behind him. Then came the Dwarves.
One had wild grey-white hair and a long beard, while the other was entrenched in leather armour with faux scales, and his long red beard had been braided in a traditional Dwarvish style. He rested on his axe patiently.
“With Frodo awake, we must decide now how to end it.”
Nyx spared one last glance at the Elf below before turning back to Elrond with daggers in her eyes. The end of her dress had begun to smoke. “It seems like you’ve already made a decision.”
“Nyx? Where are you going?”
“For some bloody air.”
“Be careful where you walk, my dear,” Gandalf warned calmly. “Your dress is on fire.”
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randomfandomimagine · 8 days ago
Hi Trish, I hope you're doing well!
If it's not a problem, could I request a Legolas Greenleaf prompt imagine with prompts 3-22 "it seems to me that you didn't sleep” and 3-11 "Give me two damn minutes and I'll be fine"? If I may add some detail, could the reader be an elf (who's somewhat sarcastic), and a good friend of Legolas?
I hope I followed your guidelines correctly! Sending lots of love and hugs ✨🌻💛
Your request was great, thank you so much, Ambra! I love Legolas, but I don’t feel like I know Legolas super well (I’ve always thought he wasn’t given a lot to do in the movies) so sorry if he feels a bit out of character sometimes. Still, I wanted to give it a try and I hope you enjoy it! :D
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Legolas Greenleaf x Gender Neutral Reader
If Rivendell was usually peaceful, it was all the more so as the first light of dawn illuminated your face, bathing it in warm orange. The weak rays of the sun delicately graced the earth, pulling a much needed sigh from you. It melted your restlessness away.
“It seems to me that you can’t sleep” The voice behind you made you smile.
“You are perceptive as always, my dear Legolas” You simply replied, not yet turning to him. “Don’t you have nothing better to do than watching me?”
“It is rare enough that we unexpectedly reunite here” He began, nimbly moving to stand by your side, so quietly that you could barely hear his boots touching the ground. “Watching over you is the least I can do” 
“Old friend, you’re always so kind” 
“Is something troubling you?” 
“Give me two minutes and I will be alright”
Legolas remained silent for a bit. When you turned to him in curiosity, you found that he was intently observing the horizon in the distance, behind the elvish constructions, although his blue eyes seemed to be too pensive to actually be taking in the beauty of the sight.
“I can stay here for two minutes” He simply replied at last. “Or remain forever by your side if that is what you need” 
“It might be what I need...” You quietly mumbled, pressing a hand against the heaviness inside your chest. Truth was, you felt too tired to feign carelessness any longer. Something told you that Legolas saw through it in any case. “But perhaps not quite so...”
“Then what is it?” 
“It is something unusual that my weary mind and heart seek”
“Anything, as long as I can help”
His words were all the encouragement you needed. Moving quickly as to not change your mind, you threw yourself your arms around him and held on to him in an urgent embrace.
Legolas stood still for a moment, prey of the astonishment, as his mind wrapped up around the fact that you were hugging him. Elves didn’t usually hug. Then again, you had been a unique influence in his life. 
No more words were needed. Your friend smiled as he too slowly wrapped his arms around you. The closeness proved to be precisely what you needed. The remaining of that unease that had been your only companion during the night suddenly dissapeared.
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spideyanakin · 8 days ago
what about prompt “Look me in the eyes and repeat what you just said." with legolas? maybe some angst then fluff
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“I’m in love with you.” Legolas blurt out and gulped when he saw the mass of orcs coming your way.
“What in the strawberries-” You turned your head in surprise, but Legolas was looking away again. "Could you repeat that?"
“I’m not saying it again, you’re going to make fun of me.”
 “Legolas, Look me in the eyes and repeat what you just said."
“I’m in love with you.” He repeated and your heart skipped a beat. You grabbed his shirt and pulled him into a kiss. Smirking when you pulled away. 
“What took you so long.” 
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The Within Series | Legolas Greenleaf
Book 1: The Devil Within - 1.6
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Nyx of Tyndall does not know love or kindness. Cursed at a young age by a jealous witch, Nyx has lived a life of solitude and death.
Until Gandalf the Grey requests her presence and uncontrollable skill in assisting a young Hobbit across Middle-Earth with nine others to destroy a ring so powerful all fall victim to its evil.
Not only must Nyx face Orcs, demons, and creatures she’s never seen before, but also the devil inside. Controlling the devil is the key to finding freedom in a spell that can’t be broken. But it will not be so easy for Nyx when every obstacle she faces pushes her to an edge she cannot return from.
Chapter Six
Through the woods they ran. The sun had barely begun to rise when they heard the screeches of the Nazgûl once more.
“Hurry!” Strider shouted from the front of the line, Frodo thrown over his shoulder. His skin had paled and small groans came through his lips every time he was jostled around.
“We’re six days from Rivendell,” Sam replied. “He’ll never make it!”
“Have faith,” Nyx said, though she feared Sam was right. “If he can withstand the Ring he may be able to stay off the poison in his veins long enough.”
They moved as fast as they could until the next sunset, finding refuge in thick foliage, surrounded by three trolls that had once been turned to stone. Nyx touched one gently. “Bilbo turned these to stone sixty years ago. Gandalf told me about it when I was younger.”
“How did he turn them to stone?” Merry asked as he wrapped an unconscious Frodo in an extra blanket. The poor Hobbit had begun to shiver.
“Trolls cannot stand sunlight. They will turn to stone if any sunlight touches their skin. Bilbo saved the entire company from being eaten that night. It was the first time he proved himself helpful to Thorin Oakenshield.”
“He’s waking up!” Sam shouted. “Look, Frodo. It’s Mister Bilbo’s trolls!”
Frodo could only moan and groan, his eyes enlarged and his skin a pale blue. All of the veins in his chest were visible. Sam touched his cheek.
“Mister Frodo? He’s going cold!”
“Is he going to die?” Pippin asked worriedly.
Strider looked sadly at the Hobbits. “He is passing into the Shadow World. He’ll soon become a wraith like them.”
Frodo gasped painfully again, and the Ringwraiths screeched in response. The noise came from all around them.
“They’re close!” Merry gasped.
“Sam? Do you know the athelas plant?”
“Athelas?”
“Kingsfoil.”
“Kingsfoil? Ah, it’s a weed.”
“It may help to slow the poison,” Strider said. Sam nodded and moved to leave but Nyx stopped him.
“I will go. I know what the plant looks like and where to find it. Besides, I am still uneasy from last night. I believe some time away from people may help calm me down.”
Strider hesitated and then nodded. “Alright. Don’t stray too far. There is another plant, echinacea. I will search for that.”
Nyx nodded and the two left the Hobbits alone and moved into the woods, searching for their respected plants. Nyx had just found hers when she heard a new voice. Not a wraith, but a woman.
“What’s this? A Ranger caught off his guard?”
Nyx grabbed her scythe. “Drop your weapon.”
“It’s alright, Nyx,” Strider said. “She is an old friend. Only having fun.”
The woman stood up straight and sheathed her sword, revealing porcelain skin and pointed ears. An Elf. “My name is Arwen. I bring no harm, but it is my job to patrol the borders. When we heard of Ringwraiths, I was sent out further to investigate.”
“Our friend, Frodo, he was stabbed with a Morgul blade,” Nyx said. “Can you help him?”
“Not here.”
“He’s this way,” Strider said. They returned to camp, Arwen with her white horse. Frodo’s head rolled to the side when they approached, but Nyx was unsure if he was truly seeing them.
“Frodo,” Arwen whispered. Frodo’s lips moved but nothing came out. Arwen said something in Elvish Nyx could barely hear. I have come to help you. Hear my voice. Come back to the light.
The Hobbit’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as some colour returned to his face.
“Who is she?” Merry whispered as Arwen knelt beside him.
“She’s an elf,” Sam said in awe. He had never seen an Elf before.
“He is fading,” Arwen whispered.
Nyx knelt on the other side of Frodo, ripping up the plant she’d gone out to find. Arwen pulled back Frodo’s shirt to examine the wound, revealing purplish and black veins stemming from the wound. After chewing on the plant, Nyx placed the plant over the wound, cooing at Frodo as he gasped in pain.
“He is not going to last. We must get him to my father.”
The three stood up and Strider picked up Frodo, moving to place him on Arwen’s horse.
“There are five Wraiths behind you. Where the other four are, I do not know.”
“They’ll be back,” Nyx said. A sense of dread filled her heart.
“Let me take him,” Arwen said.
“Arwen,” Strider sighed. Something in his eyes told Nyx that Arwen was more than just a friend to him.
“I do not fear them.”
Strider conceded, moving to let her mount her horse. “You must ride hard. Don’t look back.”
“Wait!” Nyx moved past Strider, reaching into Frodo’s pocket for the Ring. It immediately felt heavy in her hand, calling out for the devil within.
“Nyx!” Strider said harshly. “What are you doing?”
Nyx ignored him, stringing it onto the plain chain hidden underneath her dress. “Giving them a better chance.” Nyx moved to Strider’s horse, mounting it with ease.
“But they saw his face at the watchtower!” Merry shouted.
“Exactly. If the Ring is separated from the one who once had it, it will buy Arwen some extra time.”
“Nyx,” Strider warned. She looked down at him.
“I was telling you the truth the other night. I don’t want the Ring. But Gandalf believed that Frodo is destined to carry the One Ring. And if he is, he needs to be alive to do it.”
“Does it not call to you?” Strider asked softly.
“It does,” Nyx admitted. Already she could feel her resolve weakening against the curse. “But the evil inside me wants the Ring for itself. It does not want to give it away.” She tightened her grip on the reins. “I will see you all in Rivendell. With the Ring.”
“We need to hurry,” Arwen said. Nyx nodded and the two took off together. They rode through the night just like Strider had said – hard and fast. They did not stop at daybreak and they did not stop for food. At one point, when they had to cross a river, they let the horses drink momentarily and eat some grass by the shore, but then they were off again.
“How is he doing?” Nyx yelled as they rode through a meadow.
“The athelas isn’t working anymore!” Arwen replied. They both spurred their horses to go faster. The meadow ended just as suddenly as the forest began and the Ring around Nyx’s neck felt heavy with evil. Something churned inside her.
“They’re here!” she shouted to Arwen before pulling her horse away from the Elf and Hobbit. The Ring burned under her dress, begging her to take control of it. Give it to the Nazgûl. And the evil inside of her begged her to put it on and use it for herself. Nyx screamed aloud, forcing herself to stay true to her journey and dodged the trees. Hooves sounded loudly behind her and Nyx knew the Nazgûl were upon her. Through the trees to her left, she saw Arwen with a Ringwraith on either side of her. Normally, Arwen would have been able to fight them off. But Frodo was fading and she had to hold onto him to keep him on the horse.
“I cannot outrun them!”
Nyx reached for the necklace, pulling it over her head and dangling it in front of her. She didn’t have to say a word before the two Ringwraiths turned to her and left Arwen alone. “Go, Arwen!”
Nyx weaved through the trees as Arwen galloped straight ahead. They were almost at the border of Rivendell; Nyx could feel the magic in the air. The trees thickened and the air became colder as Nyx neared the riverbank. She could barely hear the trinkling of water over her laboured breath and heavy heart. The trees broke on the edge of the riverbank, and across the way she could see Arwen. She joined her side and together they watched to see if the Nazgûl would cross.
They screeched at the touch of the water.
“Give it up,” one growled.
Nyx held up the necklace while Arwen unsheathed her sword. “If you want it. If you want him, come and claim him.”
The Ringwraiths waded into the water on their horses and Nyx moved back. Arwen looked around them, muttering elvish under her breath. Nyx chanced a glance at Frodo. He was wheezing now, and green liquid was dripping from his mouth.
Something rumbled in the distance and all parties looked upstream as a tsunami of water came rushing at them. Wordlessly, Nyx moved to the shore and watched as something reached out from the rushing water.
“Horses?” she wondered. They trampled the Ringwraiths without hesitation, washing them and their horses downstream. Nyx smiled in delight, turning back to Arwen and Frodo only to see the two of them on the riverbank.
“No, Frodo!” Arwen cried. “Don’t give in.”
Frodo wheezed softly and Nyx dropped to her knees, pushing his sweaty curls out of his face. “Frodo…”
Arwen pulled the Hobbit into her, tears falling freely as she cradled the boy. “What grace has given me – let it pass to him. Let him be spared. Save him.”
Frodo gasped for air, but his eyes were still enlarged and the whites of his tinted red. Nyx looked at Arwen. “What did you do?”
“I gave him a little more time. Come on.”
Nyx mounted Strider’s horse and they were off once more. From the dirt came a stone pathway and stone arches overhead. Elves in armour watched as they raced past them but did not try to stop them. An Elven horn was blown somewhere behind them.
Arwen stopped in a round stone courtyard, and they dropped to the ground as a man with Arwen’s hair and bright blue eyes approached them.
“Arwen.”
“He’s been struck with a morgul blade. He needs help,” Arwen said. The man nodded and touched her back. Arwen hurried down the corridor on the right. Nyx moved to follow her but an arm prevented her from doing so.
“It has been a long time, Nyx of Tyndall.”
Nyx dropped into a quick curtsey. “Lord Elrond.”
“You carry more evil with you during this visit. What has happened?”
Nyx touched her sternum where the Ring rested. “Not here. And tell your men to expect more company. A Man and three Hobbits.”
Elrond nodded and led Nyx to the Council Room. “Tell me everything that has happened.”
Nervously, Nyx pulled the chain over her head and placed the ring on the table. It felt too heavy in her hands for just a ring.
“That cannot be,” Elrond gasped. The two stared down at, dread in their stomachs. “The Ring of Power has been found.”
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spideyanakin · 10 days ago
hiiii could you do “Can you sing that song for me again?” with Legolas? Maybe they've had a long day and the reader has this tendency of singing songs when they have a long journey??
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Legolas laid on your lap as you played around with his hair to make him relax. You mindlessly watched as Gimli was starting a fire and Agaron was sleeping again’t a tree trunk. Gimli grumbled something when there wasn’t enough wood for the fire and left behind a few trees to get more.
“Love of my life?” Legolas wondered making your attention shift to him. 
“Yeah?” You questioned with a smile, biting your lip when you were met with his ocean blue eyes. 
“Can you sing that song for me again?” He hummed, your cheeks flushing at his words. 
“Which one?” You wondered. 
“The one you sang this morning. It’s my favorite.” He smiled and brushed his hand agains’t your cheek. 
“Alright love. I will.” 
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The Wrong Kind of Stardust (Legolas x Reader)
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A/N: I’ve been thinking about Legolas a lot lately, and one thought that’s recently crossed my mind is “what if Legolas got high on crack?” and my brain ran with the rest. Sometimes you just gotta write about an elf on cocaine.
Synopsis: after taking Legolas, your partner, to visit your “Stardust” addict brother, things get a little chaotic.
Warnings: drug abuse, addiction, peer pressure, mentions of sex, a very crazy and over-the-top elf high on Stardust.
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Dismounting your respective horses, both you and Legolas dropped to the pine needles below. You had finally arrived at your brother’s secluded cottage in the forest, away from the hustle and bustle of the cities.
“I can’t believe he actually managed to afford a place to live,” you scoffed, thinking of your brother.
He had suffered many years with addiction to “Stardust”—a white powder when once inhaled, made your body react faster and more impulsively than usual.
“Try to be optimistic,” Legolas soothed. He wrapped one arm around your shoulder and kissed your head. “Keep in mind how much you want your older brother at our wedding, and that’ll put things into perspective.”
“Yeah,” you sighed, supposing he was right. “This wouldn’t be the first time Franny lied about ‘being better’, though.”
“No,” Legolas agreed, walking you both forward towards the cottage, arm around your back. “But this is the first time he’s said so upon us getting married in a month.”
The grin he gave you was one brimming in lovesickness, as he studied your eyes.
You arched a brow up at him over his words, knowing exactly how elvish marriages were undertaken, and how you technically already were husband and wife.
Catching your expression, he cleared his throat sheepishly, and responded with, “Well…married formally, at least.”
You rolled your eyes away from him, but couldn’t fight the smile on your face. However, it soon ran away, as you both arrived at the closed front door.
You inhaled tightly, and spoke aloud. “Here we are, I suppose.”
Hearing the premature disappointment in your voice, Legolas looked down his side at you. Grabbing hold of both of your hands, he gazed into your eyes and reassured you.
“Hey,” he lulled, earning your full attention. “It’s all going to be fine, all right? You needn’t worry about your family embarrassing you in front of me, like you mentioned on the road. We’ve talked about this whole ‘prince and commoner’ thing at length. I wouldn’t have…married you if I didn’t know what I was getting myself into.”
Your heart melted and your knees turned to mush, as you smiled up at him—bursting with love.
He returned the look and brought one hand up to cup your cheek. Running a thumb along your cheekbone, he began tilting your head upwards.
Still feeling your stomach flutter after all these years, you eyed him in excitement, before steadily closing your lids.
Right before his lips could brush against yours, however, the door to your brother’s cottage slammed opened.
Jolting away from one another, you both looked at Francis in shock. He looked every bit like you, but taller.
A broad grin was on Francis’ face, as he eyed his sister up.
“Y/n!” he exclaimed, rushing forwards to tackle you into a hug. “I’m so glad you made it! Oh! I haven’t seen you in years! And to think that you’re now getting married! Speaking of which—”
He pulled back from squeezing you blue, to size up Legolas instead. He strutted forwards with a low, manly laugh, and gripped a suddenly rigid and wide-eyed Legolas tight on the shoulders.
“My future brother-in-law!” he exclaimed, quickly pulling the protesting elf into a bear hug. “An elf, AND a prince! I can’t believe how well my sister scored!”
Laughing nervously, Legolas awkwardly wrapped his arms around Francis, patting him on the back. The only person he’d ever truly been skin-to-skin intimate with was you. Everyone else got a closed fist to the chest, or a shoulder clasp.
“It’s wonderful to finally meet you, Francis,” Legolas said, politely.
“Francis?” he exclaimed, pulling back and holding Legolas straight by the shoulders. “Who are you, my mother? Don’t be so formal, your highness! You can just call me ‘Franny’, like Y/n here does!”
He turned to you with a broad grin, and you returned it, though, in a lipped manner. Legolas offered a tight and confused grin back, unsure at the best of times on how to interact with humans. Francis was certainly the most bizarre one he’d met yet.
He almost regretted encouraging you to visit him, but the thought of your nearing wedding day ahead drove him forward, as well as one simple, repetitive thought.
Do it for Y/n.
Do it for Y/n.
Do it for Y/n.
“Well, don’t be strangers now!” Francis pressed on, ushering you both inside. “Can I get you anything to drink? Water? Tea? Moonshine?”
“Tea is fine, Franny,” you said in an almost scolding tone, knowing he shouldn’t drink at all.
As you stepped inside of the home, you inspected every nook and cranny with your eyes—expecting bags of Stardust to be lying around.
However, to your surprise, there were none.
“Tea coming right up!” Franny declared, whisking away to the kitchen. “Please! Make yourselves at home down at the table!”
Legolas thanked him with a smile, and sat you down in a gentlemanly manner, before taking his seat next to you.
Looking around the room, and pleasantly surprised with your brother, you voiced so aloud.
“Wow, Franny, this place actually looks amazing! I’m quite proud of you—it seems as though you’ve really cleaned up your act this time, as opposed to the last occasion.”
“I’m completely clean, sister!” his voice came from the kitchen. You could also hear the whistling of a kettle and the rattling of drawers.
You smiled up at Legolas with excitement in your eyes, as you truly believed your brother. He returned your smile, and offered a brighter one as you spoke.
“I think he’s really done it…should we invite him now?”
“Absolutely,” he encouraged. “Do you want to go get the invitation out of the saddle-bags?”
Nodding resolutely, you stood to your feet. You placed a peck against his lips, before leaving out the door again.
“Make friends with him,” you said, before leaving with a happy skip in your step.
He waved you goodbye, before Francis’ voice caught his attention.
“Y/n! Hey, do you think—oh, where’d she go?”
Legolas looked over his shoulder to find Francis’ head sticking out of the entranceway into the kitchen, as he looked left and right for his sister.
“She’s just stepped outside for a moment,” Legolas answered, politely.
“Oh, thank fuck,” Francis dropped his act, and his expression.
The change in demeanour chased the smile away from Legolas’ face, as he parted his lips in shock up at the man.
“I beg your pardon?” Legolas asked, already on the “what did you just say about my wife?” boat.
“She can be a real nagger sometimes,” Francis explained. He dropped to his knees and pulled a wooden plank out from the floorboards. Underneath, a brown bag of white powder lay.
He fetched it quickly, and came to sit on the couch next to Legolas, but a few feet away. Francis then began pouring a handful out, where he next went onto inhaling some.
“What are you doing?!” Legolas nearly squealed, jumping to his feet, as if a snake was just placed next to him.
“Elevating myself. What’s it look like, elf?” Francis sassed, quirking a brow up at Legolas.
“Are you insane?” the angry side of Legolas emerged. “Y/n just left to retrieve your wedding invitation, and you’re betraying her trust?”
“Relax, would you?” Francis complained, inhaling more of the dust from his hand. “What she doesn’t know won’t kill her.”
“Uh, I’m standing right here,” Legolas pointed out, gesturing to his body.
Looking his brother-in-law up and down, Francis replied, using a very monotonous voice. “Uh, yeah, I can see that. You’re a real stud of a stallion, so what?”
“No, that’s not what I—” Legolas went to defend himself. However, he bit his tongue and pressed both hands together in a praying motion. He brought said hands up to his face, and rested his forehead against them.
Closing his eyes, Legolas took a deep breath of his own.
“Wow, you look really stressed there, my friend,” Franny pointed out, holding the bag up next. “Would you like to try some?”
Jolted back into his senses, Legolas gaped down at the man for a minute in shock, before anger gave way again. “NO, FRANCIS! I WOULD NOT LIKE SOME OF YOUR DRUGS! Y/n will be devastated when she finds out you’re using again! And I encouraged her to give you another chance—I see why she was so against it now.”
The frown and glare of Legolas only deepened, as Franny rose to his feet, squaring up with the slightly taller elf.
“Hey, pal, you have no idea what I’m all about,” he growled, nodding his head in gesture of the elf. “And besides, who are you to judge? You’ve never even tried Stardust before!”
“Oh,” Legolas scoffed, rolling his eyes, “excuse me for having never done drugs before, what a horribly ignorant elf I am.”
“Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it,” Francis urged, holding up a handful to Legolas’ nose. “C’mon, just a little sniff! You’ll feel a lot calmer soon, I promise!”
“No!” Legolas rejected, swatting his hands. “Get that stuff away from me, Francis!”
“C’mon!” Francis drew out, trying to put it underneath Legolas’ dodging nose. “Just a little bit of Stardust won’t hurt you!”
“No, but it’ll hurt Y/n!” he protested, trying to move away from the adamant man.
“Just a little!” he urged again, chasing Legolas, as the elf was backed into a corner.
“No!”
“Yes!”
“NO!”
“YES!”
“I SAID NO!”
“Okay, you know what?” Francis rolled his eyes, now fully having the elf cornered. “Here!”
With one big puff of air, the entire handful of Stardust blew into Legolas’ face, entering his system almost immediately.
Legolas rapidly blinked his eyes open and shut, as he tried to get rid of the dust. The white powder danced between the man and elf in an equal amount, getting both high very quickly.
As the dust fluttered down to the floor, looking as though a bag of flour had just exploded, Legolas stared at his brother-in-law in shock.
“You…” he attempted to say, before he felt the pumping of his heart increase.
“Oh, yes, my friend,” Francis grinned, nodding his head. “You’re in for a good time…”
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Outside, you had finally found the wedding invitation in your saddle-bag, now heading back on over towards the cottage.
You barely had time to announce your presence again, for the first thing you saw upon re-entering was your brother and husband kneeled on the floor, speaking fast and brooming up…flour?
“I feel like everything’s gonna work out, you know? Because I’m like clockwork!” your brother said, all in one go, to Legolas, as they quickly broomed everything up. “Look how fast I’m cleaning this mess up! Clockwork! I’m moving super-fast! Look at me go!”
Legolas nodded vehemently, and raised one finger to speak over the top of your brother, as they both continued vigorously cleaning the floor.
“Y-You know what’s funny? Can I speak? You know what’s funny?” he began, quick as a whip. “I feel like I should be panicking right now, and I am a little bit, but in a very, very good way—like a good kind of panic, because I feel like I want to die right now, but I also feel very, very good—”
“Hey!” you called, staring at them in confusion. “What on earth are you guys doing?”
“Y/n!” Legolas gasped, shooting to his feet.
Jumping over the couch in a way that made your eyes go wide, Legolas was instantly stood before you.
“I feel amazing!” he revealed, grabbing a chunk of blonde hair either side of his head, and pulling outwards. “LOOK HOW LONG MY HAIR IS! It’s growing out of my head right now—can you believe that? Isn’t that sort of disgusting? Ew, I’ve just made myself feel uncomfortable in my own body—”
Legolas gasped brightly, and met your eyes again. This was where you saw how dilated they were.
“CAN I BORROW YOUR BODY INSTEAD?” he asked, suddenly grabbing your waist. “THAT’S A BRILLIANT IDEA! And I know how to go inside, too, so it’ll all feel much better soon—”
“Are you high on…Stardust?!” you exclaimed, removing his hands from your waist.
Legolas blinked down at you rapidly for a few seconds, before slowly answering.
“No…?”
“I can’t believe it,” you seethed. Pushing past Legolas, you glared down at your laughing brother. “You’re absolutely deplorable, Francis! Don’t even THINK about showing up to the wedding!”
You tore up his invitation, and threw it down onto the ground below. You next began shoving a reluctant Legolas out of the house.
Fortunately, once he felt the pine needles on his feet (he was barefoot, for some reason), he gasped loudly and took off running.
“LOOK HOW GREEN IT IS!” he exclaimed. “HAVE YOU EVER NOTICED HOW GREEN IT IS? THE COLOURS ARE BURSTING RIGHT NOW ALL AROUND ME. I feel as though it’s sort of designed in my honour, you know? As in, nature really understands—SQUIRREL—what my name means.”
You rubbed your temples with a grinding of your teeth, as you watched your husband sprint off to climb a tree, where he beckoned you to join.
Growling, you spoke lowly under your breath.
“This is going to be a long ride home…”
Hearing a strangled yelp, you noticed that Legolas had already fallen out of the tree. You sighed, and began walking over—already knowing your words to be true.
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Peter Parker (MCU)
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Legolas (Lord of the Rings)
Will Turner (POTC)
Paris of Troy (Ancient Greece)
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“Shut up and hold me.”
“I’m not leaving. Ever.”
“You’ll find your way back to me, I know you will.”
“I’ll take care of you.”
“Can you sing that song for me again?”
“I don’t know if you know this but, I love you.”
“I know it’s 2 in the morning but do you want to...”
“No, no, no, It looks good on you.”
“You’re the reason I’m still here.”
“I love you and all but...”
“You saved me.”
“Would.... would you like to stay?”
“I’m actually quite comfortable here.”
“Maybe I’m just lucky.”
“It’s us agaisnt the world.”
“Are you hurt? What happened?”
“What do you remember?”
“I think they rubbed off on you.”
“Well it’s a good thing I don’t plan on doing that.”
“You didn’t think you’d be able to get rid of me just yet did you?”
“Because I fell for you, isn’t it obvious?”
“You say you hate it but your red face is telling me otherwise.”
“I don’t know if I want to yell at you or kiss you.”
“Stop flirting with me, I’m not going to fall for it.”
“Is somebody jealous?”
“If it means anything, I love you.”
“Look me in the eyes and repeat what you just said.”
“I thought you said we wouldn’t fall in-love.”
“At least I kept my promises.”
“It’s killing you.”
“It was your idea!”
“Every time I think I’m close to finally figuring you out you end up surprising me.
“Everyone is entitled to their own opinion, I just wish you had kept yours to yourself.”
“I don’t know how to tell you this, but yelling at someone to, stop panicking, isn’t going to stop them from panicking.”
“.....I’m going to pretend I didn’t see that.”
“Why am I the one who always ends up getting targeted by the creep of the week?!”
“None of this, seems healthy.”
“....Should I be concerned?”
“I said pass it to me, not throw it in my general direction!”
“It is my deep pleasure, to inform you that I am not the one in charge here.”
“Quick! You hide the equipment, I’ll hide the grenades!”
“No! This wasn’t how I planned it”
“I know you didn’t ask for this.”
“Im sorry I didn’t mean to hit your cat.”
“There is a certain taste to it.”
“Listen, I can’t explain it, you’ll have to trust me.”
“It’s not always like this.”
“That’s what I’m talking about!”
“Secrets? I love secrets.”
“Yes, I admit it, you were right.”
“Change is annoyingly difficult.”
“We could have a chance.”
“Don’t buy drugs kids, Become a pop star and get them for free”
“Since when do you know how to speak Spanish?”
“I don’t drink, I’m a goose”
“Don’t go! Vampires live here-”
“Since when do you know anything about piñatas?”
“No I’m secretly an architect and designed this place.”
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Imagine Legolas only yelling at you in Sindarin when angry
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You had done something incredibly stupid, but had forgotten about it hours earlier when your partner, Legolas, began yelling at you, in a language you barely knew three words of.
He was extremely furious, and used grand hand gestures and a loud voice to show you so.
The tips of his ears were beet red, as he paced the library. Fortunately, it was only you two in there, save for Gimli and Aragorn watching from the doorway.
He spoke in a fast string of Sindarin words, leaving you leant back against a table with your arms folded, waiting for him to calm down.
He began listing something, apparently, as he counted his fingers and rattled something new off per number.
“Okay, you know I have no clue what you’re saying, right?” you spoke up, rolling your eyes.
This angered him as he pointed both hands at you in disbelief. Bursting again, he yelled even louder, his accent getting faster and more incoherent to you.
“Ooh,” Aragorn commented to Gimli from the doorway. “She’s definitely in trouble...he’s not holding back at all.”
“As if that makes a difference to me or her,” Gimli grumbled, shaking his head.
Fed up with his Elvish rant, you threw your own hands up and tried to shout over him.
“ALL RIGHT! ALL RIGHT! I GET IT! AND SPEAK WESTRON, WOULD YOU?”
He made a face and said something oozing in sarcasm, before pointing a disappointed hand in gesture of your entire form—soon yelling again.
“STOP YELLING!” you shouted at him, only earning a louder voice on his end. “I DON’T KNOW WHAT THE HELL YOU’RE SAYING!”
“Should we help them?” Gimli asked, watching as you both yelled over one another.
“Nah,” Aragorn denied, walking away. “It’s not worth the headache.”
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She’s the Man (Fellowship x Disguised as Boy! Reader)
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Warnings: mentions of domestic/sexual assault, nudity, awkward public bathing. Might trigger a gender identity crisis in some of you folks, but don’t worry, join the club—we’re getting jackets made.
Synopsis: after having run away from your noble family and horrid husband, you cut your hair short and start dressing like a boy, presenting yourself as one throughout all of Middle-earth. This becomes hard, though, as you start travelling with the Fellowship, where they start to suspect something is up with their young “boy” comrade.
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Restrictions, restrictions, restrictions—that’s all you’ve ever known. You first noticed the tight chains on your soul when you were five, when your mother forbade you from playing with the local stable-hands.
You next noticed it when you were ten, being forced to wear tight corsets to shape your body before it even began blooming.
The final nail in the coffin, however, was when you turned fifteen, and were married off to a local, and quite old tradesman.
Though he dealt in silken fabrics, he was anything but smooth or soft. The night of your wedding was painful in all regards, for at fifteen you weren’t even sure if you were allowed to remove the tight corset during the act.
Five years more of total misery accompanied you, as you were forced to attend noble banquets and celebrations.
You encountered a wide range of people, from the likes of Denethor and his two sons, to the sickly Rohan King. Of course, they did not encounter you, for you were not allowed to speak unless spoken to, which was rare.
The two sons of Denethor and King Théoden’s own son, Théodred, as well as his two cousins, Eowyn and Eomer, were the only ones to initiate conversation with you.
You quickly realized they were better-spirited than their parents, but didn’t have the chance to explore more. A tight grip on your wrist from your husband silenced you, as he tore you away from the circle of new acquaintances quickly.
That night, life in your guestroom with your husband was a living hell, as he reminded you whom exactly you belonged to.
That was the night you snapped.
Bruised and sore, you wept into your sheets. Your husband had long-gone to drink more wine at the party, leaving his young wife alone in a state of mess.
It was around the third hour of crying that you studied the tapestry on the wall above your bed. With hair wettened by your tears clinging to your puffy cheeks, you ran your reddened eyes along the art.
It depicted a strong soldier atop a horse, riding into battle. A sword was drawn, and his short hair flowing in the wind behind him.
Subconsciously, you reached up to your own hair, long in length—your husband’s desire—and pulled on it.
As mounted in every room, two swords crossed each other over a shield, making a pretty decoration above the mantle.
Looking between the bruises inside your thighs, the tapestry and the sword, your jaw quickly set. Your eyes hardened, as you threw the sheets off your frame and stalked towards the mantle.
Glancing over your shoulder, you ensured no one was entering your room. With an emotional mind made up, you removed both swords from the shield.
Hastily, you used one to bar the door shut, and walked to the centre of the room with the other. With no candlelight around, you knelt on the fur rug under a square beam of moonlight, which poured in through the bedroom windows.
You looked at your reflection in the sword, and studied the state of your misery. Despising your parents, your husband and your life, you quickly put the sword to your hair.
With only a second to build the courage, you sliced all long locks from your head, springing forward a boyish look—instantly freeing yourself from your lifelong chains.
Breathing heavily in shock, you looked at the clump of hair on the floor, and picked it up. One hand ran through your now very short locks, and the other fingered the cut clump.
However, shocked breaths soon turned into joyous laughter, as your chest swelled with pride and your eyes watered.
Standing up swiftly, you ran towards the bathroom and opened the drawers. Finding a pair of scissors, you got to work and began styling your hair further.
Soon, you were left looking like a boy, by Middle-earth’s human standards. Your hair barely scraped the nape of your neck at the back, and in front, you had a fringe swooping to one side.
Grinning brightly, and now on a roll, you ran back to the mantle. Opening your husband’s drawers, you quickly discarded your nightgown and slipped his tunic on.
Shrugging the loose fit over your form, you secured it with a thick brown belt, trousers and used your own boots.
Studying yourself in the mirror, you realized this must be how you would’ve looked if born a boy, and you were surprised within yourself over liking it.
Throwing your clump of cut hair into the fire, you soon began tying sheets together. That night, you escaped down the window and fled the city atop a stolen horse, riding towards your new life.
Five years passed by, and you had been on the run ever since. Life was never easy for you, but at least now you were calling the shots.
You had taken to your new life as a boy, like a duck to water, presenting yourself as the rather quiet and distant “Arlo”.
You kept your head down and worked hard wherever you went, whether as a blacksmith’s apprentice, baker’s boy or stablehand.
Your most favourite part of the road, however, was learning to use a sword. With a book stolen from a library and five years’ worth of nights to practice, you had become quite skilled. The spite drove you forward.
You vowed no one would ever best you in combat again, pushing you harder every day. Your best friend and only companion was your horse, Paxton, and together the two of you explored Middle-earth to its very ends.
Along your travels, you had taken to competing in swordfight competitions, where you earned most of your cash. Swindling them, you presented yourself as a weak and frail boy, but in the end ultimately beat them all.
You gained a reputation quickly, and were slightly infamous for your swordsman skills, despite being so small.
It was this reputation that led you to Elrond’s secret council in Rivendell.
Your eyes had gone wide in alarm upon entering the petal-strewn area—where the council was set to be held—for Boromir, one of Denethor’s sons, was there.
You almost turned and ran, but he caught your eye quickly. You didn’t know whether or not to avoid his gaze, but that would bring about suspicion.
He instead smiled warmly at you, and thought nothing of your appearance. You nodded back tightly, and took your seat far away from him.
You ended up sitting next to an elf, for you knew their gender worked differently from yours. He himself looked a little girlish, so you believed he’d think nothing of your appearance.
He studied you with a side-glance as you sat down, and nodded curtly. You clenched your jaw and nodded back, moving your eyes forwards again.
You discreetly let out a sigh of relief, as you found the coast to be clear. No one figured you to be a girl.
Soon, Elrond joined the council. You felt your breath hitch in your throat, as you realized his puzzled eyes lingered on you a little too long.
Worried he’d rat you out, you looked away. Knitting his brows, Elrond slowly tore his eyes away from you, and began the council.
Long story-short, you had been invited to participate on a dangerous quest, all food and expenses paid for. Unable to pass up such a good opportunity for you and your horse, you reluctantly agreed, offering your sword to the hobbit sworn to carrying Sauron’s ring.
The first few nights you kept to yourself, as an awkward air befell the Fellowship—none really knowing each other nor knowing how to interact.
Very quickly, cliques formed.
The hobbits kept to each other in a pack, Gandalf joining them. Aragorn and Legolas joined forces, and Boromir, Gimli and yourself found ranks in solitude.
However, this was not to last forever.
Boromir had attempted many times to strike up conversation with you, as besides Aragorn, you were the only other “man” there.
You kept it short and courteous, but made it apparent very quickly to everyone there that you were in no position to begin friendships. This was a job to you—nothing more, nothing less.
That still did not stop anyone from trying, though. After Boromir, Gimli was next. The topic of the night around the campfire was “women”, as they all discussed their perfect partner.
The conversation divided the group in half, over those choosing to go more physical in nature a direction, and the other half preferring emotions.
Gimli laughed heartily and elbowed you in the shoulder. “Forget this lot, eh? I bet you and I are exactly alike, laddie! Thick thighs and body hair all over! Am I right?”
Laughing nervously, you rubbed at the back of your neck. “Uh…not really…”
He blinked up at you in surprise for a moment, before shrugging his shoulders and pressing on in the conversation. Legolas studied you from across the fire, and made a mental note of your words.
Later on, when you were all setting up your rugs, Legolas approached you. He crouched down by your side and began helping to unroll your pack.
You recoiled from him slightly, and stared up in alarm. He looked back down at you briefly with a tight-lipped smile, and spoke.
“I agree with you from earlier,” he said. “I believe partnership should be about romance and emotions, not physical acts. How about you, mellon nin? Have a lady waiting back at home for you?”
You sputtered up at the prince, before averting your eyes and rolling your pack out faster. “No, I…uh, that’s not really my area…”
Legolas knitted his brows for a moment in confusion, before his lips parted in sudden understanding.
“Oh. Oh! Well, um…do you have a gentleman waiting back at home for you, then?”
Snapping your eyes up at him once more, you flushed.
“No! No! I, look—I’m really kinda tired.” You made a show of yawning loudly. “And I think I just wanna get some rest. I’ll see you in the morning, though…brother?”
Legolas blinked down at you a few times, before speaking and rising to his legs. “Oh! Uh, sure…that’s no hassle. Rest well…brother?”
“Will do,” you drew out, laying down.
He threw a glance over his shoulder at you, before walking away. He caught Aragorn’s eye as he walked past, with the ranger sat there puffing away on his pipe.
They both tightened their lips, looked away and raised their brows, figuring you were just a moody boy.
The most awkward situation of all, however, came a few weeks later. Having managed to sneak away from the Fellowship, you found a nice river, of which you could bathe in.
Paxton followed suit, keeping your towel wrapped over his saddle. He snorted in worry as you began to undress, revealing your body to the running river.
“It’s fine,” you laughed, girlishly. Your voice had returned to its normal pitch, for the first time in a long time. “Just because I’m pretending to be a boy as I travel with them, doesn’t mean I have to smell like one!”
Paxton snorted, and you knew he was telling you to hurry.
“All right, all right,” you laughed again, stepping into the water. You hugged your chest as you dipped below, submerging yourself fully.
Rising again, you exhaled a sigh of relief, and began washing the grime from your hair and face.
You were only in there for so long, however, for soon boyish laughter came from up the forested incline.
“Out of the way!” Pippin called, stripping off his clothes.
“No! You move!” Merry shouted back, also stripping down.
Behind them both, was the rest of the entire Fellowship, save for Gandalf.
Your eyes grew wide in alarm, as you watched them all meet the river’s bank. They then began undressing—Aragorn, Boromir, Gimli, Legolas and the hobbits included.
Soon, they each all jumped into the water, splashing one another and laughing loudly. You found a large boulder within the river nearby, and swam behind it.
Peeking out from the side, you watched them all swim closer in a group to where you were. They began cleaning themselves, and soon just started to wade around—relishing in the cool feeling.
However, as you tried to swim away discreetly, Legolas’ elven ears caught you. He narrowed his eyes, and began swimming over to your rock.
Knowing you would be caught if you tried to flee, you pressed your back firm against the rock, lapping up against it.
Legolas was now upon you, and looked around the corner to find what was behind it. Once he saw it was only you, he beamed brightly.
Rising up out of the water, he folded his arms over the rock and leaned over, looking down at you.
You tried to not let your eyes drift or slip, as you stared back up at him. However, mistakes were made (but clearly not on his parents’ behalf).
“Hello, Arlo!” he announced merrily. “We didn’t know you were also in here.”
Upon hearing your name, the rest of the Fellowship waved you over, asking you to join them.
You chuckled nervously and began swimming backwards and away, speaking as you did so. “Oh, no…that’s quite all right! I, uh…just remembered I actually have something to do—”
“Oh, no! Don’t be like that!” Boromir chastised. He grabbed your wrist gently and reeled you back in towards him and Legolas.
Your shoulders went rigid, as you nearly brushed up against their bare bodies.
Soon, the hobbits, Gimli and Aragorn swam over to you, and you were more thankful now for the darkness of night than you had ever been.
Though, with one slither of moonlight in the right spot, you’d soon be exposed.
“Please don’t leave on our behalf, Arlo,” Aragorn encouraged, placing a hand on your wet shoulder. “It is good for team morale to bond like this. Besides, we’re all men here.”
“Some more than others!” Gimli announced. You looked up in the direction of his voice, and immediately covered your eyes.  
Gimli was stood with his hands on his hips, proudly naked atop your boulder.
“I am the king of this rock!” he announced. “Any competitors who’d like to have a go at pushing me off?”
“Please,” Legolas rolled his eyes, before he, too, swam over to the boulder and climbed atop it. “This will be the easiest fight of my life.”
Catching more than you wanted to see, you made a squeal of rejection, before forcibly pushing your way through the group and heading towards the bank.
Paxton met you quickly, and you swiftly wrapped the towel over your shoulders like a cloak, as to not make it obvious what you were covering, but doing so nonetheless.
“I’m sorry,” you said to them, “but I truly do have something else to do…literally anything else. I’ll see you all back at camp.”
They watched as you left in a hurry, and shared glances with one another. Thinking nothing of it, besides your usual mood, they shrugged and returned to what they were doing.
This continued on for quite some time, throughout the entire Fellowship journey. Though, you never again attempted to bathe with them all around.
Fortunately, your travels soon took you out of the woods, and into the cities. Many fights had passed your small group, smaller now than before, by.
The most recent of battles saw many great feats—the “Battle of the Pelennor Fields” it was called.
In this battle, you had fought formidably. However, the true victory for women that day went to Eowyn. She had removed her helmet in the middle of the fight, pronounced she was “not a man”, like you had wanted to do so many times, and slayed the Witch-king of Angmar.
You were inspired greatly, but also so furious at yourself. You were also slightly jealous over the attention she got.
“What a brave woman,” Gimli would say.
“I’ve never met a woman so bold,” Merry added on.
“Truly remarkable,” Legolas agreed.
The six of you were sat in a stone courtyard together, camping out in the aftermath of the fight. Your jaw was rigid with fury, as you listened to them praise Eowyn over something you had been doing for the past few months.
Rolling your eyes, and making a show of turning over in your sleeping bag harshly, you quickly gained the Fellowship’s attention.
“Oh, and what is your problem, laddie?” Gimli snarked.
“Upset you were outshined by a girl?” Legolas taunted as well.
“You’re not that misogynistic, are you?” Merry chortled.
Aragorn glanced between your turned back and the laughing boys, before taking his own turn at scolding you.
“Arlo, Eowyn was a great asset today, and we are guests in her company. I will not see you sulking towards her remarkable feats.”
You glared at him over your shoulder, before huffing and returning to sleeping on your side. Your arms were folded over your chest, and your body burning in jealous rage.
“Gosh, what is the matter with you?” Legolas asked next, truly fed up with your attitude. “Why are you always in a bad mood?”
“Wouldn’t have taken you for a misogynist either,” Gimli remarked, smacking his gums as he ate a chicken leg.
You stayed on your side with your back turned to them for a few moments, glaring at the wall. However, the rage in your chest soon gave way to a lump in your throat, as you soon felt your secret burst within you.
“I’m not a misogynist…” you spoke up.
“Poppycock,” Gimli called you out.
Sighing, you sat up and looked at them to your side. “I’m not a misogynist, because…I’m not even a boy.”
Silence echoed around the courtyard, as your travel companions blinked back at you.
“What?” Pippin asked, squinting his eyes. “What do you mean you’re ‘not a boy’?”
Groaning through another sigh, and rolling your head, you pressed on. “I mean I’m NOT a boy! I’m a girl, for Eru’s sake…I’ve just been…presenting myself as one, for…reasons.”
“What reason could you possibly have to lie about something like that?” Legolas asked, not entirely believing you.
Feeling the urge to cry rising within you, you inhaled a deep breath and answered. “Nothing you men would understand.”
“I’m sorry,” Merry laughed, “but I don’t believe you at all. There’s no way you’re a girl.”
Glaring at him, you knew his words to be true. Knowing how to prove you were indeed a girl, you reached into your loose tunic, and began unwrapping the bind around your chest.
Pulling it out, you threw it down in front of the now gaping group. Without a shred of chivalry, still disbelieving you to be a girl at all, they glanced between the fabric and your chest, which indeed proved your gender.
“I don’t believe it…” Pippin whispered, staring with wide eyes.
In fact, they all did. With six pair of male eyes on your chest, you felt very vulnerable and covered yourself.
This seemed to jolt them back to their senses, as they coughed uncomfortably and looked away.
The only one still looking into your eyes, was Aragorn. “Why did you feel the need to lie, my lady?”
Being called a “lady” for the first time in five years opened up a floodgate of emotions, as you wept into your hand.
“Yep, definitely a girl,” Merry rolled his eyes. A swift punched to his arm from Legolas silenced him.
Now knowing exactly how to deal with you, Aragorn stood up and crouched before you. He placed a tentative hand on your shoulder, and encouraged the other boys to come forwards, until they were sat all around you in a comforting circle.
“What is your real name, young maiden?” Aragorn asked softly.
Still sniffling into your hand, and bearing a downcast head, you spoke up in a barely audible voice.
“Y/n…” you revealed.
“What a beautiful name, Y/n,” he smiled warmly.
Like a turn of the tides, the boys all around took you under their wing, as if you were their own little sister. Everything about you now made sense, and they felt at ease with you instantly.
And, surprisingly, you found the same about them, regarding yourself. You didn’t at all feel threatened by their presence, but instead protected.
“I’m sorry,” you wept, shaking your head. “I had no choice, they made me marry him, and I-I couldn’t stay there, and then I had to make money so I ran with the lie and—”
They shushed your incoherent crying quickly, and rubbed at both your knees, back and shoulders comfortingly.  
They gained more information about your previous life in those few seconds than they had before in the last few months. They didn’t need to know anymore, nor wanted to, from the sounds of it all.
“Please don’t kick me out of the Fellowship…” you sniffled.
“Why would we do that?” Gimli laughed. “We now have TWO remarkable women in our ranks! Eowyn AND Y/n!
“A great win for us, indeed!” Legolas agreed brightly.
A smile broke through your tears, as they shook you softly and commended your swordswoman skills excitedly.
This carried on for a few moments, before you spoke up again, now smiling around at them through almost dried tears.
“So…you don’t mind about me lying? Or being a…woman?”
They shook their heads and returned your smile. “Not at all, lassie.”
Before the conversation could progress, however, Legolas suddenly recalled something.
“WAIT!” he gasped loudly, thinking back to the river. “THAT MEANS YOU SAW ALL OUR—”
“Let’s agree to never speak of it again, okay?”
“Aye, never again…sister.”
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treacherousthoughts · 12 days ago
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Watching a clip of how Legolas walks on snow, and how he flipped himself onto a horse that one time(tm), and the interviewees are like "hes prob super light". and I'm just thinking of Gimli carrying him, in both arms, like a bride
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lilyofthesword-writes · 12 days ago
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Continue - Part 2
Summary: You have been ripped away from your world and tossed into one that is supposed to be pure fiction. You know the stories, how they are supposed to go. Despite your knowledge, you are unable to change the fates of the Fellowship you had grown so close to.
Pairing: Legolas x Modern!Reader
Word Count: 853
Warnings/Disclaimers: Boromir’s death. Anxiety issues.
A/N: Direct sequel of Continue. So I guess this will kind of be a series now. My thought is to hit specific scenes rather than rewriting the whole book series.
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Pulling the boats ashore, the blonde archer kept true to his word and was sticking close to you, helping you unload the small amount of extra baggage. Now that the Fellowship was away from the safety of the Golden Wood, things could go south quickly, and should the binding magic activate in a battle again, you would be defenseless. Legolas was not about to let you be hurt over something you could not control. It was certainly a weight off your shoulders that someone else knew and understood. Now if you could just get him to be a bit more subtle.
In the lineup where Galadriel was gifting each member their special items, he had made sure you were between him and Aragorn, earning looks from everyone. Merry and Pippin were especially curious, unable to tone down their excited whispers. When it came to boarding the boats, he had you in the same boat as him and Gimli. The dwarf merely chuckled at Legolas’ antics.
With the last bag settled on the ground, you turned just in time to see Frodo meander into the forest. Another pivotal moment in the story was about the play out, a light tingling in your chest to remind you about attempting to interfere. The feeling washed over your entire body, your heart stuttering, when Boromir entered the forest under the pretense of gathering wood. The confrontation that would take place between the man and hobbit was necessary, you supposed, but you still felt for the both of them. Your heart broke a fraction just thinking about their own internal turmoils and how this would push them to the brink.
A feather-light hand grazed your lower back, grounding you in reality. You hadn’t realized how long you were staring off at nothing in particular, or that you were doing it in the first place. Legolas’ blue eyes held a curious worry.
You tried to tell him you were fine, but no sound left your throat. The magic wasn’t choking you this time, just a warning to spur you away from temptation. Clearing your throat of the lump that was forming, you gave him a small smile.
The gears in his head seemed to click into place. Legolas’ gaze locked onto Aragorn across the way with such an intense seriousness that you were surprised no one else noticed. The ranger seemed to understand and slinked away into the forest as well.
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The Uruk-hai and orcs had thinned out and disappeared amongst the trees when Legolas, Gimli and you found Aragorn kneeling beside Boromir’s near lifeless body. It was still happening. Despite Legolas stepping in for you, the Steward of Gondor’s son was still trading his life for that of the hobbits who had grown so dear to him.
This hurt worse than when Gandalf fell. He would return, reuniting with you all in Fangorn Forest. Boromir would not. He would never return to Gondor. He would never see his brother or father again.
Legolas somberly watched the scene unfold at your side. Lacing his free hand with yours, he squeezed gently to break your reverie. You reciprocated his grasp and glanced up at him, his form a touch blurry. That was when you noticed the tears about to break free. Wiping them away with your sleeve, you let out of quiet huff.
From where you were standing, you had a clear view of the two men of Gondor. Boromir’s mouth was curved... up? He was smiling? That was different.
“He’s thanking Aragorn,” Legolas spoke low so only you could hear him.
Your brow furrowed as you stared at the elf.
“For preventing him from making a mistake,” he answered your silent question.
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Legolas was beside you, holding your hand again, the pad of his thumb comfortingly gliding over your knuckles. The now funeral boat was ready to be pushed offshore, Gondor’s pride adorned with his sword and armor. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say he was in a peaceful slumber.
Aragorn rounded the boat and sidled next to you.“Thank you,” he started quietly.
Was that directed at you? “Pardon?”
“It’s fairly clear you know a few things. If it hadn’t been for you and Legolas, Boromir would have met with Frodo. I fear what the consequences of his actions would have been had I not been prompted to follow.” He patted you on the shoulder solemnly before returning to the other side of the boat.
So he did manage to prevent their skirmish... And Frodo... Frodo was able to deal with his own inner demons, deciding for himself to leave without being pushed over the edge through the Ring’s induced betrayal. Did he feel more at peace with his decision than he would otherwise?
Boromir’s body was sent down the river and over the waterfall. Frodo and Sam still separated from the group, heading for Mordor on their own. Merry and Pippin were still carried off by the enemy. The end result was still the same, but the sting of it all was dulled. At least there were still some events that could change.
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When Eldarion learns archery:
Legolas: all right, wait right here, I’m going to fetch the arm guards. Don’t. Touch. The. Bows. Got it?
Eldarion: got it!
Legolas: *walks away into forest*
Eldarion: *touches the bow and shoots it into the forest, right past Legolas’ ear*
Legolas, appearing again and very alarmed: WHAT THE HELL? WHAT DID I SAY??
Eldarion: oh shoot, did I get you?
Legolas: NO, YOU DIDN’T “GET” ME. YOU GET ME, YOU KILL ME
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