#legolas x yn

[literainey]

(Fem reader) legolas being clingy after spending the day away from reader. i want to see my doe eyes elf being pouty and acting like a touch starved bby please 🥺

──⠀۪ ♡ ۫ pairing: legolas x fem!reader

──⠀۪ ♡ ۫ word count: 0.5k

──⠀۪ ♡ ۫ synopsis: a day spent away from you has left the prince in need of your touch now more than ever ( fluff, established relationship )

──⠀۪ ♡ ۫ notes: omg omg i loved writing clingy legolas sm ty for the req !

˗ˏˋ 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 ´ˎ˗

One could have mistaken the woodland prince’s footfalls for a dwarf as they grew heavy upon entering his shared chambers with his beloved. 

Rarely did the prince commit the careless act of allowing dirt to track the halls of the kingdom, yet his boots caked with remnants of the forest floor follow him as the door closes behind him. A sigh holding a handful of burdens departs from his lips at the sight of an empty room. His eyes glaze over the neatly made bed, staring at the smoothed covers as though they are taunting him. Moonlight leaks through an exposed window, and he frowns among the darkness that has overtaken the room. Whoever prompted the notion of elves slipping through the passage of time was sorely mistaken it seems, as it now feels to him that it has been an eternity since he last bid you farewell (which was this morning, soft kisses pressing onto your cheeks as you slept soundly). The possibility that the weight of your absence could evoke such a hold on him was something he failed to consider when he began courting you—and now the once tireless and perhaps even invincible prince finds himself in a poor state without the loving nature your touch provides as he transforms from a deadly warrior into a wounded bunny. 

“Meleth nîn?” [ 'my love' ] His voice is quieter than his usual velvety tone, and his arms feel so empty without you tightly wound within their hold.

“In here!” You call from the bathing chambers, swiftly tying a robe over your waist before his steps follow your voice as though he's been coaxed by a spell. He smiles, relief in his eyes, shoulders relaxing as he greets the scent of woodland herbs that permeates within the bathing room. Strong arms pull you into an embrace and you are taken aback by his towering frame for a moment, shuffling slightly as he leans against you. His hand cradles the back of your head and he sighs, inhaling the scent of you while you bite back a laugh. “Hello,” you greet him softly and your head lifts to meet his gaze. His lips press onto your temple in a wordless reply and you sense that he is in extra need of your attention. "Long day?" You smile and his kiss trails to your lips. 

"Lay with me."  He says, and suddenly you are nestled next to him under warm covers with his face cocooned into your neck. His boots lay discarded at the foot of the bed, bracers tossed next to the fireplace that crackles lightly. Your hand works gently to undo his braids, delicate fingers running through his light tendrils. You are certain that he will clear both of your schedules tomorrow, and you are even more certain that you will not be able to leave his side for at least another day. And you have no objections, smiling as his hand finds yours and your fingers interlock with his. 

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[victoria-writes]

Elvish For Dummies

Pairing: Legolas x Reader (gender neutral)

Summary: Set after the events of LoTR. You live with Legolas in Mirkwood and he teaches you Elvish. Pure fluff.

Word Count: 1039

Notes: Established relationship, reader is human, tried to make the sindarin elvish as accurate as possible so apologies for any mistakes, I’m multilingual so I based this off of my own experience with learning languages 

Read it on AO3 here

Story:

Despite the fellowship having disbanded, each day with Legolas seemed like another adventure. During your perilous journey together, the two of you had grown closer than either of you thought possible. The mere thought of being apart from you pulled at his heartstrings. He could not bear the thought of being separated from his new love. After the one ring was destroyed, the elf invited you to come with him to Mirkwood. Hastily, you agreed, for you too could not wait to start a new life with the elven prince. 

Since reaching Mirkwood, many seasons have passed and you two grow closer by the day. Under his guidance, your archery skills and ability to speak Elvish have improved. He took it upon himself to privately tutor you in the tongue of his people. Legolas still giggles when you fumble certain words on your tongue, but is quick to apologize, never wanting to discourage you. He says you have made remarkable progress and that you possess great linguistic potential. Whether that is true or he is exaggerating with sugar coated words, you cannot tell but it feels good to hear his encouragement either way. 

Most of your days together included walks through the woods and riding horseback, but today was a gloomy rainy day. A day that, Legolas decided, would be a wonderful excuse to help you get back to your studies. It’s not that you did not enjoy Elvish. Oh no! You quite liked hearing him whisper loving words to you as he held your gaze. 

“Meleth nîn, Im tur feel cín emel dring dan sab - My love, I can feel your heartbeat against mine”, he would say as he held you in his arms, his breath dancing upon your skin with each syllable. 

Saying you enjoyed that would be the understatement of the century. Everything in Sindarin sounded like poetry. Even the most mundane sentences were said with purpose and flowered language. Unfortunately for you, that also meant the most basic phrases you had to learn weren’t your typical ones. Instead of “I went to the store”, you had to say “I depart to look for food - Im gwann- na thír an aes”. It seems that most Elvish children learn how to say things like “I can feel it in the earth - Im tur- feel ha in i coe” before they learn “please” and “thank you”. No wonder they all sound prophetic when they speak common. Creepy oracle sounding sentence structure as your first language combined with being thousands of years old will do that. 

“Meleth nîn, you’re drifting off. Shall we return to our lesson or is a break needed?”, Legolas' words break you out of your trance. You look up from your desk, covered in notes, to see him towering above you, eyebrow raised and arms crossed. 

“Apologies, I was merely pondering the linguistic differences between Sindarin and Quenya Elvish”, you quickly come up with the excuse to hide the fact that you were simply not paying attention. 

“Is that so?”, 

“Yes, yes, the distinction between Elvish languages is very interesting to me”.

“This is the third time this lesson you’ve been distracted by those differences”.

“Ah, well…”, you trail off, caught red-handed. 

“Y/N, I will not force you to learn Sindarin if you do not wish it”.

“No, no, no, I want to learn. I promise. It’s all just new to me and takes a moment to sink in. Please, repeat what you said. I’m paying attention”.

Legolas smiles but does not repeat himself. Instead, he moves on to an exercise he is sure will get your attention. 

“We shall review what I have taught you thus far.” 

…

“ Very good, Y/N. Now how would you say ‘the stars shine white’?”

“ I elena mír thilivern” 

“The grass is green?”

“I thár na- calen”        

“Very good pronunciation. You have done well. I believe it is time to learn some new vocabulary”.

You take out a new sheet of paper from your stack, ready to write. 

“You need not write for this portion. Repeat after me.” 

“Okay”. You put your quill down. 

“Meleth nîn.”

“Meleth nîn. I know what that means already. You say it all the time”.

“And what does it mean?”

“My love”, your lips turn upward in a shy smile.  

“Very good. Let us move on then”, he smiles brightly, as if pleasantly surprised despite knowingly fully well that you knew its meaning. 

“I’m ready. Hit me.” 

He suddenly sits down next to you and takes your hands into his own.

“Im mel cin”  

“Im mel cin”  

“Do you know its meaning?”   

“No, should I? I’m sorry.”, your eyes widen as you try to recall whether he had said it before in a previous lesson. 

Legolas throws his head back with laughter. This may be the hardest you’ve ever seen him laugh before… and it’s at you. Great. 

“Apologies. Apologies.”, he manages to get out between giggles, “The look on your face was priceless.” Your face sours at this and Legolas manages to resist a second burst of laughter from it. He thinks you equal parts hilarious and adorable. 

“You would not have known this phrase as I have never spoken it to you before. I do think it is high time for you to learn it”.

“Okay, so what does it mean?”, you scrunch your eyebrows together, ego still a little hurt from being laughed at. 

His grip on your hands tighten but his touch stays gentle as ever. He has always been gentle with you. His gaze holds the same softness. No, even deeper.  The blue of his eyes seem more vibrant and invite you in to look deeper within him. His eyes tell of a love that can never be truly explained in any language. Legolas has always had a staring problem when it comes to you, but this is something different entirely. Your cheeks redden at his seriousness.

“I love you”.

Your eyes widen once more and before you can react, he kisses you. Deeply. Passionately. 

“I love you. I love you. I love you.” he repeats again and again into your lips. 

…

Maybe learning a new language isn’t so bad, if you have the right teacher.

#legolas/reader #legolas x reader #lotr #legolas greenleaf #legolas #lord of the rings #legolas x yn #lotr x reader #legolas x y/n

[mlmxreader]

Warm Hands | Legolas x gn!reader (🍋)

『••✎••』

↳ ❝ Legolas

81 “It’s been a long time” ❞

: ̗̀➛ Legolas finally comes home, but he finds you in a slightly... desperate situation.

: ̗̀➛ anal sex, anal fingering, swearing, praise kink

↳ @thesnowurzikdjinn

: ̗̀➛ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

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You were cold as you laid in bed, shivering and shaking beneath the thick fur blankets that seemed suddenly too thin; a slight breeze rolled through, although the windows and doors were closed tightly. It was dark out, the early hours of the morning starting to gently crawl through as the seconds trickled down like thick honey.

Slowly, slowly.

It was a shame, really, as you weren't used to sleeping alone; usually, Legolas was beside you, cuddled into you with his head either on your chest or his face pressed against the side or back of your neck.

He always felt so warm, and you suddenly hated the fact that you often told him to go away during the summer months when it was too hot for him to hold you; you should never have taken him for granted. You knew that, now.

You turned onto your side, rubbing your legs together and quickly running your hands up and down your biceps in a small hope that you could gain some, even just a little bit, of warmth. Missing Legolas and his soft, warm hands so terribly.

Promising to never take him for granted again.

You didn't even notice when the door opened, hardly able to hear it over the harsh creaking of the old bed frame beneath you; you never heard his footsteps, he was always so quiet, but the sight of his light hair and his soft smile in the darkness made you breathe out a sigh of relief.

You dared to leave the bed, attaching yourself to his body tightly as you nearly wept.

"Oh, I missed you!"

Legolas grinned, putting an arm around you as he felt your hand graze his own. "You're cold... why don't you use the blanket my father made for you?"

You shrugged, not really sure how to explain that you always felt bad for using it; it was a beautiful, soft and plush blanket that was always, always so warm and so snug.

You didn't want to ruin it, didn't want to wash off the smell of stardust or, even worse, infect it with your scent. You always felt terrible for using it, you just could never find the words to explain it properly to Legolas.

"I want your warmth," you whispered, taking his hands in yours as you smiled. "It's been so long, and I missed you so much, and..."

He didn't hesitate, kissing you softly as he cupped your cheeks with both hands, guiding you to the bed and laying you down; kissing you so gently and so softly as his warm, skilled hands worked to undress you.

Once the pile of clothes on the floor formed, Legolas smiled, running his hands up and down your body as he admired it so carefully; looking at each and every inch with adoration.

You couldn't help the quiet moan that escaped you, feeling his warm hands everywhere and the slight burning sensation that each little gentle caress left behind against your cold skin.

You squirmed beneath him, taking his wrist and gently guiding him down, but he paused just above your waist, tilting his head to the side as he hummed.

"I thought you only wanted my warmth."

You frowned a little, aching and needy all at once. "Legolas, don't be a fool, please... I want you, need you."

He withdrew, kneeling between your calves as he pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it aside before diving back in for another kiss; easily, he coaxed you onto your stomach.

Pausing for a moment to admire the shape of your ass; he let his hand rest on your cheek, leaning over you, his voice harsh and low. Mere huffs of air mixed with a few odd sounds.

"Are you sure you want this?"

"Yes," you breathed out, rolling your hips. "Please."

Legolas was gone by the time you turned around, only to return with some water based liquid; he groaned softly as he slipped two fingers in your ass to work the liquid against your tight walls, preparing you for him all too easily.

He tried to be quick, trying to satisfy your demands for him to hurry up and fuck you, but he needed to be thorough. Stretching your ass with his fingers and praising you gently, the warmth from his body radiating onto your back.

You begged one final time, and Legolas knew he couldn't wait any longer; lining himself up as he used his big warm hands to spread your cheeks, slowly pressing his tip into your ass before gently thrusting into you.

Buried at the hilt as he stilled for a moment, leaning over you with his hands either side of your head; he wanted to give you a moment, allow you to adjust to how thick he was and the slight burn of his light pubic hair against your bare skin.

But you were impatient, bucking your hips and already trying to fuck yourself on his cock as you pleaded softly, begging for him to move. Legolas could never deny such a lovely request, groaning softly as he snapped his hips, biting down on the side of your neck.

"I missed you so much," he murmured against the sensitive skin, his voice sending vibrations through you. "I thought about you every day."

You groaned softly, trying to match his harsh pace as you begged quietly for him to hold your hands, trying not to grin when his fingers laced and entwined with yours. "I need you so bad, love... I can't... unf... can't sleep when you're not here..."

He smiled, slowing down a little so that he could kiss the side of your face, grinning when you turned your head and kissed him softly. "I couldn't sleep, either. I spent too long putting up with your snoring, silence is... eerie."

"It's been a long time," you whimpered, able to feel him hit the exact right spot in your ass to make you gawk and moan, shudder and writhe, beneath him. "Legolas..."

"I'm here, love," he murmured, peppering the side of your neck in small, soft kisses. "I'm here. I've got you."

Nobody loved you the way that Legolas did, if you were honest. He made you laugh, made you squirm and writhe, but he made you smile and he made you actually feel wanted; whenever you were with him, you never felt unsafe or unsure about anything.

He made you feel confident, encouraged you whenever he was around. You could never believe that you were so lucky as to be able to love someone like him, let alone have that love returned. You could still remember the sigh of relief from Aragorn and Gimli when you announced that you and Legolas were moving in together.

You adored him, almost as much as he adored you. But with his long light hair tickling your skin, and the harsh and quick pace of his cock pounding into your tight, warm asshole - you knew you weren't going to last long.

He was hitting all the right spots, and the soft praises and encouragements that left his mouth had you clawing at the bed, desperate and needy as a little bit of drool slipped from your mouth.

You couldn't help it, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as you tilted it back slightly, fucking yourself on his cock as your thighs trembled, toes curling as you moaned his name loudly; Legolas wasn't far behind, pressing his face to your neck as he softly grunted out your name, rutting his cum into your asshole as he gave your hands a firm squeeze.

"I've got you," he whispered softly. "I've got you."

You nodded against him, rolling your hips as you tried to catch your breath. "I'm feeling so much warmer now."

Legolas laughed, shaking his head fondly as he kissed your cheek. "I'm glad, my love."

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[amber-michaelson]

A New Family

Yandere Thranduil x Oakenshield reader x Yandere Legolas

Summary: did your father actually care about you or was it just all in your head.

Read At Own Risk

Warnings: platonic yanderes,

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getting dragged away from the company along with your dad to meet the king of the elves “do not speak yn” thorin muttered as he shoved one of the guards earning a smack to the head, i heard many stories of the eleven king and how he didn’t help against the dragon or give them shelter after they lost the mountion, as soon as we put infront of the thrown we were forced to our knees "whatever happens don't speak to him" he pleaded as he leaned down so he can see my face "I promise papa" I gave him a confidant smile he was about to say something else but steps interrupted him I moved my gaze to the floor and listened "people say a noble quest is at hand, to reclaim a lost mountain and slay a dragon" I shivered hearing his voice "but you and I know that's not what your after" he murmured I heard my dad shuffle probly standing up "I wanna make a deal" the kings sly words court my dad's attention "I'm listening" my dad said as he started walking around the room "I'll let you go giving you food to take along with you the only thing I ask is for you to return what is rightfully mine "which is" thorin asked "the jewels that shine like the stars I would like them back" the king muttered I slowly raised my gaze up and widened at the kings beauty as he sat on his throne "a favour for a favour" my dad muttered as he came beside "from a king to another" thranduil smiled "where were you when we asked for your aid where were you when we where homeless and starving" my dad yelled making sure the whole castle could hear him "I see how you treat your friends might as well be your enemy" he seethed through gritted teeth the king didn't look so pleased with my dad's answer "guards take him away" the king muttered but as soon as they came close to me he shooed them away and as they dragged my dad away he called "maybe you'll change you mind in 2 years or even 20" he said before turning your attention to me "stand" he murmured and I did as I was told "who are you" he asked but I didn’t respond just stared at him "aw your an oakenshield let me guess your his daughter explains the manners" he chuckled "don't you dare talk about my father" I muttered and rushed to him but was court by one of the guards who held a knife to my throat "let her go" he said and turned away "come" he muttered before walking I looked around not seeing anywhere I could escape be grudgingly followed "what story's have you heard about me" he asked as we walked down the hallway "that you abandoned us when we needed your aid most" I said staring down at the floor and squeaked as he stopped and I bumped into him he quickly turned to me and I quickly moved back scared of what he would do instead he leaned down and the left side of his face started to change showing of a scar "this is what happened when I tried to battle a dragon" he muttered before standing up again his head twitching as it went back to normal "I suffered many loses that day and I vowed to never face a dragon again" he said before he carried on walking I quietly followed behind we soon entered a dining room and he sat at the very end and stared at me "are you going to join me or just watch as I eat this meal" he said side eyeing me as I moved to the table I choose to sit two seats down from him so I wasn't to far away or to close "why am I here" I murmured "we may have imprisoned you bit we're not cruel" a voice murmured from behind us "ah legolus you decided to join us" thranduil said and gestured to a seat but he did the same as me and sat infront of me the rest of the meal was silent and I only just nibbled "what's happening with my father" I asked as the servants took the plates away "he will stay he till he changes his mind" he said and that was the end of the discussion.

They started to treat me like one of them they didn't allow me back into the dungeon or see my father but anything else was fine unless I want to go outside I can only go if legolas or thranduil accompanied me "why are you treating me so nicely" I asked as we sat under one of the many flowering trees "because yn your different from your father and that disgusting company you travel with" he paused "your safer here where me and legolas can protect you and provide for you" thranduil said as he put his and on top of mine but I quickly moved away "you can't keep me here and my dad will never leave me" I yelled standing up and he followed "your dad is a failure of a father he hasn't once even asked to see you he hasn't even asked about you" I stumbled a bit was he right, did my dad not actually care about me "yo-your wrong he does care and he won't leave without me" but as soon as I said that legolas came rushing in "the dwarves have escaped" it felt as if my world came rushing down around me that I didn't even realize thranduil had pulled me into his chest "don't worry you have a new family now".

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[naldoreth]

Ship headcanons Legolas x OFC/YN/reader

I saw this ship meme thing and wanted to do it with Legolas x Elin, my human OFC, but I kinda like it with any combo.

Gives nose/forehead kisses: Legolas

Gets jealous the most: Legolas, and he thinks he hides it better than he does

Picks the other up from the bar when they’re too drunk to drive: Legolas again, basically cos he almost never gets drunk

Takes care of on sick days: both would do, but Legolas never gets sick so...

Drags the other person out into the water on beach day: Elin

Gives unprompted massages: Legolas

Drives/rides shotgun: Legolas rides the horse, Elin goes behind (unless she's riding herself, which she likes to do occasionally)

Brings the other lunch at work: Elin

Has the better parental relationship: Elin. We all know Thranduil isn't the best role model around lol

Tries to start role-playing in bed: Elin, much to Legolas' shock and subsequent delight

Embarrassingly drunk dancer: Elin of course

Still cries watching Titanic doesn't really apply lol

Firmly believes in couples costumes: Elin tries to dress him up for Halloween, it doesn't go well but they have a lot of fun

Breaks the expensive gift rule during Christmas: both, they're the worst

Makes the other eat breakfast: both to each other really

Remembers anniversaries: Legolas

Brings up having kids: no one

Tagging @lordbhreanna for whatever ship she wants to do!

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[bookloover35]

Legolas Greenleaf X Fem reader- Skinchanger.

Legolas Pov:

War, with a very unhappy ending.

That's the only thing that will happen if we don't get more help.

But who?

Gandalf: I know one person who can help us win this war once and for all.

King Theoden: Who.

Gandalf began to tell us that seven years ago he met a young girl and a skinchanger and that they are still best friends to this day and apparently she saved his life and a very famous dwarf king Thorin Okenshield and his company.

He also told us that she managed to wrestle away 10 goblins who tried to chain her.

Legolas: I remember her.

King Theoden: But I thought all skinchangers were dead.

Gandalf: Not all there are some left out there but very few and she is one of them.

Aragon: Is she strong?

Gandalf: In her wolf form she is stronger than an entire army and in her normal human form she is stronger than a thousand men.

Also more he talked about her also more I remembered her, I never got the chance to talk to her but I definitely remember her strength.

I remember when she fought the white orc by herself.

Gandalf: And believe me when I say this she is also very good at hand on hand comebat, it also includes swords, archery and throwing knives.

Gimli: Gandalf, can you get her here?

Gandalf: of course i can.

TS.

Yns pov:

Run faster I have to save Gandalf that was all I could think of while in my wolf form, how lucky I am so much faster like this.

I'm not going to lose my oldest friend and someone who is a very dear family member.

I have known Gandalf ever since I was little he knew both my parents my mother was a very beautiful wood elf and my father was a Skinchanger.

Legolas Pov:

Yn: Gandalf in your message you said it was easy to find here luck that when I'm a Wolf my sense of smell becomes a thousand times stronger than normal.

We all turned towards the young woman's voice and as soon as I saw her all the memories came back her long red hair and her eyes which were two different colors.

(If the hair doesn't match you, you can think that she has the same hair color and length as you).

Her left eye was Silver and her right eye was purple wow she is beautiful.

The wizard and the wolf girl hugged each other and then Gandalf said.

Gandalf: Yn, thank you for being able to come and help us, I had actually planned to come and see you but this happened instead.

Yn: You are family, of course I would come and help.

They both then turned around and we all got a good look at her and she was dressed like she was ready to go into battle, she had black and blue armor.

Gandalf: King Theoden, let me introduce my dearest friend Yn Stormheart.

And Yn this is King Theoden, and the others are Aragon, Gimli and Legolas.

She waved slightly at us and said hello.

Then the questions started to be asked and then I mean there were a lot of questions and then we asked if she could show what she looks like as a Wolf.

She smiled at us and asked us to back off and before you could even blink she had transformed from being a young woman to a wolf the size of a full grown horse.

I have to admit that I am very impressed but one thing is for sure that I did not want to make her angry in this form, she looked at me and I could hear her voice in my head.

Yn: Are you impressed?

Legolas: Very, and I have a very good feeling that we will win this with your help.

The end.

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[yve-barr]

MASTERLIST ❤️

finally making one yassss

Thorin

Legolas

Riddick

My poetry

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[theglassofmiddleearth]

Can I have a request for Legolas x reader Where is the reader interested in spiders? Legolas Doesn't understand this passion and worries about YN? I would be very grateful ❤️❤️❤️

OK IT HAS BEEN A WHILE. I'll be writing this soon maybe tomorrow? I honestly have no idea how I'll write Legolas but I hope it'll be in character ;_; I'll link it to the comment section of this post when done~ THANKS FOR THE REQUEST

[bonjour-rainycity]

Late in the Night | Part Three

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Prompt: There’s only one bed (Content Challenge Day 6)

Pairing: Legolas x Female Reader

Rating: PG

Word count: 1914

Warnings: None

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The tavern is warm and a welcome escape from the evening chill. Occupying the common room is a small, though lively, crowd, including Gimli and Boromir, who sit in plushy chairs drinking mead by the fire. The barman eyes the newcomers with a measure of surprise — it’s his second unusual guest of the night. Though the woman is predictably human, the one standing next to her is clearly an elf. The barman marvels at his luck, knowing he will be the talk of the town if he can compile some interesting stories about the elf and the dwarf he met this eve.

The barman waves at the odd couple, and they come to the counter. The three exchange pleasantries, but Legolas and Y/n are careful to be vague about their travel plans. Even though the barman seems innocently curious, one can never be too cautious. The barman inquires about their needs.

“Meals for tonight and tomorrow morning, as well as two rooms — at least one with a fireplace if you’ve got it.” Legolas reaches under his cloak and produces a velvet pouch containing the human currency he brought for the journey.

The barman grimaces. “I’m sorry, sir, but I’m afraid there is only one room left. You see, we are a small establishment, and the guests that arrived shortly before you requested separate dwellings.”

With narrowed eyes, Legolas turns to regard a very satisfied-looking human and dwarf. Gimli raises his mug, winking at his elven friend.

“Did they, now,” Legolas murmurs, beginning to guess at his friend’s plan. At his side, he hears Y/n huff in disbelief, obviously having caught on.

To his credit, the barman seems genuinely apologetic. “Yes, I-I’m afraid so, sir. If you like, there is another inn on the other side of town, I could inquire about vacancies there—”

“No, thank you.” Legolas cuts him off, trying to soften his cold tone with a smile. He can’t risk the managers talking and comparing guests before he and his companions are long gone. “We will make do.”

The barman briefly disappears to find the key, and Y/n tries to study Legolas surreptitiously. Unfortunately, he seems to have the same idea about her, and their eyes dart away immediately upon meeting, knowing they’d each been caught.

How awkward.

The barman returns, sliding a smooth silver key into Legolas’ hand, who quickly pays the man. “Would it be too much trouble to have dinner delivered to our room?” Legolas swallows. Our room.

The barman responds favorably, but there is an unmistakable note of disappointment to his tone. No doubt he was looking forward to studying probably the only elf he’s ever seen.

Y/n sneaks a look over to Gimli, who is quite enjoying his mead, and figures that he will give the barman enough entertainment to last a few years.

The pair ascends the stairs, and Y/n notices a pink twinge to Legolas’ cheeks. He stumbles over his words, something quite unusual for him. “I—uh, did not mean to presume. I apologize.”

Y/n shrugs. “You don’t need to apologize. It’s our fault for not asking to arrive first, I guess,” Y/n tries for a laugh, but it’s impossible for Legolas to not notice how she won’t meet his eyes.

He stops on the landing, looking quite pained. He hates the idea of making her uncomfortable. “I will sleep on the floor.”

Y/n takes pity on the poor elf, and puts effort into seeming relaxed. “No, really, it’s okay. It’s no different from lying near each other when we camp, right?”

It is completely different, Legolas thinks, but decides not to share that comment.

They reach the door, and both try to will their nerves away as Legolas turns the key in the lock.

“Oh.” Y/n is pleasantly surprised by the state of the room. “It’s nice.”

Legolas has to agree. The bed—the sole bed—is off the ground and boasts an actual mattress, complete with two fluffy pillows and three blankets. There’s a fireplace, a water basin, a tin tub, two exceptionally large jugs of water, and a changing screen. The presence of these amenities constitutes luxury after their time in the wilderness.

Y/n crosses the threshold first, and Legolas chides his own cowardice. The battlefield gives no fear to him, but sharing a room with the woman he…

Well.

He forces himself to enter the room.

Y/n twists the hem of her tunic in her hands, trying desperately to get through the awkwardness. “Will it bother you if I have a bath?”

Legolas practically catapults himself forward, eager to have a task to busy his mind. “Not at all. I’ll heat the water.” He grabs one of the water-filled jugs, lays it on the grate inside the fireplace, and works to start a fire.

Y/n fiddles with the changing screen, dragging it slightly to the left so it completely shields the length of the tub. Even though the fire is properly kindled, Legolas stays near it, kneeled on the ground, eyes glued to the heating water.

Y/n chances a look at him, and the sight of him brings a small smile to her lips. He’s just so sweet. And though she would never say it out loud, Y/n admits to herself that, if she had to spend the night with any of her companions, Legolas would be her first and only choice.

Y/n busies herself with spot-cleaning their extra clothes until Legolas has the water heated and pours it in the bath.

Are his cheeks red from embarrassment or the heat, she wonders.

“I-I’ll stay near the bed and-and give you your privacy,” he stutters out, looking anywhere but at her.

Definitely embarrassment. Y/n bites back a smile, grabs her washing supplies, and slips behind the changing screen.

She undresses and slides into the water, sighing contentedly at her first encounter with warm water in weeks. Knowing it won’t last long, she works quickly to scrub the dirt from her skin.

Legolas sits on the edge of the bed, trying to distract himself by cleaning their weapons. He doesn’t know whether he should try and converse with her, or ignore her completely, or if he should just run from the room and never come back?

Valar, how this is difficult!

A knock sounds on the door.

“That was fast,” Y/n muses, to which Legolas hums in agreement.

He sheds his cloak and uses it to conceal the weapons, then meets the barman at the door to collect the dinner plates.

Legolas shuts the door with his foot and turns back towards the bed.

And freezes upon realizing the issue.

Y/n is still in the bath.

Legolas exhales, looking down at the plate in his right hand, then to the changing screen, then quickly to the opposite corner of the room, a blush coming to his cheeks once again.

He closes his eyes, drawing in a breath.

You are a prince, he reminds himself. You lead council meetings, command troops, and have the respect of an entire kingdom. Pull yourself together.

Before he can give himself a chance to lose his nerve, he turns on his heel, and marches towards the changing screen.

“Delivery, My Lady.”

The teasing tone in Legolas’ voice catches Y/n off guard, and she releases a startled laugh. He can’t be serious? But she sees the tips of his boots peeking under the edge of the wooden screen, and decides to play along, trusting him to keep his gaze respectful. “You may approach, Good Sir.”

Legolas peeks around the screen, presenting Y/n her plate of food and making a show of keeping his eyes closed.

Y/n giggles, for just a moment forgetting the awkwardness and the insurmountable pressure of the fate of the world on their shoulders. “Such service! Thank you.”

Legolas bows, and returns with his own food to his spot on the bed. As they eat, they trade stories of the time before they knew each other — Y/n being careful to edit any details that would give her non-Arda origins away. When the food is gone and the bathwater runs cold, Y/n dries, dresses in fresh clothing, and folds back the changing screen.

She and Legolas stare at each other, unsure how to proceed.

“Um, is there anything you needed to do before bed?”

“No.” Legolas shakes his head. “You?”

“No.” A pause. “Well, I guess we should go to sleep, unless you wanted a bath?”

“It’s alright, I washed in the stream earlier.”

Y/n shifts on her feet. “Oh. Right. You sure you don’t want something hot?”

Legolas smiles. “Temperature doesn’t affect ellyn the way it does humans.”

Y/n laughs softly at herself, using it as an opportunity to exhale some of the nerves. “Forgot….I’ll just get the candles, then.”

Legolas stands abruptly. “Let me.” Then, his panicked look fades into a teasing smile. “Humans already have terrible eyesight in the daytime, I fear for your safety if I let you stumble around in the dark.”

“Oh, be quiet,” Y/n laughs, crawling onto the side of the bed closest to her. The mattress probably isn’t the softest in the world, but it’s much better than the freezing ground. And the pillow and blankets are a nice touch. Y/n remembers her fluffy bed back home, and finds herself snuggling deeper into the covers, trying to recreate the memory.

The room goes dark, and moments later, Y/n feels the bed dip beside her.

Legolas slides under the covers wordlessly, keeping as far to the edge as he can. His mind runs a million miles a minute, wondering if he’s making her uncomfortable, noticing how nice her hair smells, thinking how he’s going to kill Boromir and Gimli for putting them in this position, and everything in between.

On the other side of the bed, Y/n stares at the wall, unable to calm down enough to sleep. Never in her life has she been so affected by someone else’s presence. It’s just a bed for Pete’s sake, she’s shared plenty of them before!

But she can feel his warmth from across the mattress, can picture how his chest would feel under her cheek, and fights the urge to cuddle in close to him.

Oh how she is going to murder Gimli and Boromir.

Time passes, neither of them knowing how much.

But after a while, Y/n gives voice to the more anxious thoughts in her head, unable to let them go.

“Are you awake?”

Legolas’ voice is soft, barely a whisper in the late night. “Yes.”

Silence, and Legolas wonders if Y/n has fallen asleep. But a few breaths later, she speaks again, this time, with a measure of fear in her voice.

“Do you think we can do it? Destroy the Ring?”

“We will.” His voice is confident, steady, just the reassurance she needs. “No matter the cost, we will see this Evil defeated.”

Y/n sighs, closing her eyes. She gives into the exhaustion in her bones, in her mind, and sinks into dreamless sleep. Legolas follows not long after, allowing himself only the briefest of looks at his slumbering companion. He holds the image of her peaceful face in his mind as he drifts off.

And if they do find themselves cuddled up in the morning, well, no one needs to know.

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Awkward Encounter

Legolas x reader

Summary: Legolas goes down to the stable for some peace of mind and ends up meeting the new caretaker for the horses. SET AFTER HOBBIT BUT BEFORE LOTR.

Warnings: Legolas is a soft bean, Reader is a little mean but not really, swearing

Legolas went from stall in stall in the town, trying to spread the wealth he had taken with him as much as possible, as always, the people were kind and expressed their gratitude towards his kindness. The money didn’t really matter all that much to him. He had a very specific destination though. His horse hadn’t had a lot of care recently due to him being busy, and thought he should go brush his hair and make sure the horse shoes were clean and comfortable.

As he got closer to the stable the distinct smell of horses got stronger and stronger. The smell really calmed Legolas, here he had no responsibilities or worries, just him and his horse usually. Every so often there would be someone caring for another horse, though that was a rarity. The stable was a little dark due to how shaded it was, though that didn’t make it feel much cooler, the sun heating things up and making Legolas’ clothing stick a little to his body. As he gets to his horses stall, he decides to take a few layers off before he started.

As he stripped off his outer layers, he noticed how well groomed his horse looked, clearly his hair had been brushed recently, and when Legolas went to check his hooves, they were new clean horseshoes. “Huh, who did that” he said to himself as he went over to pick up a rag to clean his muck-covered hands. “I did” A voice stated behind him. Legolas quickly to turned to see someone he hadn’t seen before. They looked a little dirty, probably from cleaning up the stable. Though the first thing Legolas noticed was they were rather good looking, the snap of their fingers bringing him from his staring. “Are you good there, you know its rude to stare.” He looks around awkwardly trying to think of something to say, anything to say so he doesn’t look so silly. “Eh, yeah, sorry about that, you are just really pretty.” After he said that he smacked his muck covered hand over his mouth in panic, then realize what he did. The person stared at him trying to wipe off the muck for a moment before bursting into laughter. As they were laughing away, they weakly pulled out a rag for him to wipe it off with, their laughter not stopping until he had completely cleaned his face.

“Ok then handsome, what’s your name?” They said putting their hand out towards him, “I’m Y/n, just started working here last week” Legolas took a second to collect his thoughts before answering

“I’m Legolas, I own this horse” he said, putting his hand into their and shaking, their hand felt a little rough, probably from working with animals so much.

“well then Legolas, wanna go to the stream 5 minutes from here to properly clean your face, that’s gotta be gross” They said, trying to hold back as chuckle, but not doing a very good job at it.

“Eh yeah sure, sorry about that by the way, that was stupid of me”

“no need to apologise, I’m not the one with horse shit on my face”

“Please forget I did that, that was embarrassing” With that they both exited the stable together, Legolas trying to wrap his head around how he had never seen them before but hoping that he would be able to keep seeing them after this. Though they poked jokes at him he didn’t feel bullied, it felt like they were joking with him. A connection that he sorely missed now that Tauriel had left.

“So…. How long have you worked at the stable, I haven’t seen you around before”

“About a week now, and please ask me a better question, small talk drives me mad”

“Ok, uh, what do you think about the hate relationship between elves and dwarves”

“Now there is a good question. I think it’s rather petty, I can see from both sides and how it hurt both ends, how the dwarves felt betrayed and how the elves just wanted to keep their own safe. But in my life, I’ve learned that hate is always foolish, and love is always wise, so why hold on to such a foolish emotion for so many years. I think both sides just need to settle their differences and make up, we are stronger together than apart.”

“I like that, both species are such stubborn creatures though, I’m afraid it may take dire situations to finally bring them together.” With that Legolas cupped his hands under the water and started to wipe at his face, cleaning away any remanence of the horse poo from his face and soaking his hair making it stick to his forehead. “I like that, ‘stuck to forehead’ hair look you have going on there”

“Thanks, it was intentional” He said dully, starting to get used to their snarky sense of humour.

“Let’s get back to the stable then, mind going on a ride with me?” Legolas considered their offer, not sure if he was ready to put his heart out there again if it was going to get crushed, but the cheeky smile on their face made his mind up for him.

“Yes, I’d love to”

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It’s Not That Bad [Legolas X Reader]

A.N: I’m so sorry I have not been writing as often. I’ve had zero time. But anyWaYS...here is a fic that has been requested by someone who has always been into my writing so thank you for supporting me and here is a fic for you! Additionally, I did some research on herbs and stuff so I could make this at least a little accurate!

Request: @quilledinkpen — Hellooo i hope you're having a good day ^-^ I was wondering if I could request a Legolas x reader? Something like she's travelling with the fellowship and is kinda the unspoken "mom" of the group, like she's always doing her best to make sure everyone's safe, and reminding Pippin and Merry to be careful and stuff like that. Just an all-around motherly person lol (mainly to the Hobbits bc they're her babies but she looks after the other guys too) I think it'd be cute ^^ Thank you!

Pairing: Legolas X Reader

Summary: (Y/N), a healer, travels with the fellowship. She takes care of everyone and is basically “the mom friend.”

Word Count: 2, 510

Warnings: battle wounds that are kinda graphicish?

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(Y/N) was a well known healer throughout all of Arda. Many traveled to her for treatment for life threatening ailments. But now, now it was her time to travel throughout the lands of Middle Earth in search of a salvation for all. A gruesome quest to destroy the evil ring of power had begun and someone well versed in natural apothecary was needed. (Y/N), of course, volunteered for this role for there was no one better suited than her. Besides, it was her duty to contribute to the survival of this world as she was one in it and relied heavily on what the earth produced. And if Sauron was to rule.....well, we all know where that would lead: no earth, no life, just darkness.

(Y/N) ruffled through her dark-brown leather satchel as she sifted through her healing herbs. Little pouches filled with athelas leaves, echinacea stalks, alder bark, valerian roots, and more piled inside the confinements of the fabric.

“Sam,” She called out. “Would you mind making hot tea for Frodo while I take care of Strider’s cut?”

The little hobbit ran over instantly and she passed him a couple pouches naming each one out loud, “Valerian root, dried chamomile pedals, and sycamore bark.” She then lowered her voice and leaned it, for it wasn’t anyone else’s business to hear. “It will help him sleep and deter the anxieties the ring bestows upon him.”

Sam nodded quickly and set to work as (Y/N) moved towards Aragorn who sat upon a large rock.

“Let me have a look.”

The dunedain rolled his eyes, “(Y/N), it is not that bad. Just a scratch.”

The young women sighed in annoyance and pulled up his sleeve to reveal a slash across his bicep. He was right—to an extent—it wasn’t terrible. He would not need stitches. However, it did need to be cleaned and wrapped for infections were nasty things.

(Y/N) started by pouring some alcohol over the wound; receiving a harsh hiss from the dunedain in response. She muttered a quick apology before continuing. The young woman ground athelas leaves into a fine paste and expertly smeared it onto the cut. She then unrolled gauze and placed it upon the wound. Lastly, she pulled white dressings from her satchel. She gingerly wrapped it around his arm, yet she was careful to still pull it taught as the goal was to keep the athelas paste in and bacteria out.

She stood up and brushed her hands off before placing them firmly on her hips. “See Strider, it takes only a couple minute.”

He grumbled at her comment but thanked her for the medical attention.

(Y/N) nodded quickly and went to check on the rest of the fellowship. She made her way to Boromir who was also sitting in rest. She put a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“Boromir, how are you doing? Any wounds?”

He seemed slightly startled at first for his mind had been elsewhere, but he looked up at her with a soft smile.

“I’m quite alright, My Lady.”

A light chuckled escaped her lips. “My friend, how many times must I tell you? It’s (Y/N), no lady of any sorts!”

He shook his head and grinned at her, “Well, my lady, I am doing quite fine.”

She let her eyes circle into the back of her head as the corner of her lip pulled into a smirk.

The healer turned and made her way to Gimli who was sharpening his axe.

“Gimli, I trust you are alright as I see you are already preparing for the next battle even though we just endured one.”

His gruff voice answered immediately, “Aye lassie! Those orcs can’t ensnare a dwarf that easily!!”

She laughed at his comment as Merry and Pippin came rushing up to her. As soon as she saw their faces she knew that the two mischievous hobbits wanted to claim her attention. She lowered herself down to their height as they flung themselves into her arms.

“Ahh my two hobbits! How did you fare in the battle?”

They pulled from her hug and began speaking at the same time.

“It was intensely scary but we were fierce!”

“Merry had hit one with a tree branch! It was quite magnificent!”

“Yes it was, I would have to admit! And Pip tripped another and he fell flat on his face!”

(Y/N) beamed at the two and giggled at their attempt to tell the story. As much as she was focused on caring for everyone, the hobbits cared for her—in another way that is. The four of them brought joy to her heart and glee to her spirit. Their innocence and appreciation of the simplest things brought happiness to her soul. They had offered her a welcomed visit to the shire at any time; telling her of the grand tour they would take her on. She had grown to look upon them as children for their smallness and way of perceiving life was similar so.

The two scampered off quickly, most likely to share their adrenaline filled story with Boromir, while (Y/N) did a final scan of the fellowship.

Her eyes soon rested on the elf. Legolas was off to a distance standing upon the rocky tundra. Something about his posture made her frown. His back was to her and his head seemed bowed, as if he was looking down at something. Furthermore, his one arm was pulled up at an awkward angle—strange, even for the elf. As the healer that she was, she was compelled to check on him.

(Y/N) weaved through the rocks until she was only a short distance from him.

“Legolas?” She questioned softly.

He immediately whipped around. His shirt fell to cover his form, but not before (Y/N) caught a glimpse of bright purple, red, and black. The young woman’s lips instantly parted in shock. She had seen many wounds in her life, on many people of many different races. However, it was not often that she had an elven patient with a wound like that. To state it simply, (Y/N) was worried—that looked bad, very bad. Legolas on the other hand was only flustered for he, an elf, had gotten snuck up on. He did not have great concern for the injury given that there were far more important things to worry about.

“Legolas,” (Y/N) stated firmly. “Lift your shirt.”

He sighed, “(Y/N), it’s not—“

She interrupted him, “Let me guess, ‘It’s not that bad?’” She shook her head, “You and Strider.”

She stepped forward and took the hem of his shirt in her hand. She cautiously lifted the fabric, not caring about the socially deemed scandalousness of the action—she was a healer after all.

(Y/N) sucked in a breath. A relatively large bruise stretched across his torso with a sizable cut in the center of it.

“By the Valar, Legolas!” She exclaimed with exasperation. “You should have come to me straight away!”

“(YN)—“

She cut him off again, “No. don’t ‘(Y/N)’ me. This is serious. It could be internal bleeding. I don’t care that you are an immortal elf, you can still die from this.”

The healer gently let her fingertips brush against his skin, tracing and examining the injury. He winced in pain at the contact and that did not escape (Y/N)’s attention.

“How did this happen exactly? I need every detail.”

Legolas groaned again when she grazed over the cut; and when he spoke it was with heavy breaths, “A harsh kick to the side into another orc....” (Y/N) hand pressed on the bleeding laceration and he hissed in pain before continuing to speak. “...who—who slashed downward.....with a jagged-edged blade that had a—a curved tip.

(Y/N) looked up at him with concern, his breathing was getting labored and that was not a good sign. Not a good sign at all.

“Alright, come on.” She ordered. The young woman practically dragged the reluctant elf back towards the group and pushed him down on a rock.

She knelt in front of him and, once again, ruffled through her satchel.

“Take your tunic off,” she commanded while pulling out various pouches and gauze dressings.

(Y/N) could feel all of the fellowships’ gazes on the two, which only intensified when Legolas removed his tunic. She could hear the hobbit’s hushed whispers and concerned tones for the wound was gruesome and ugly—probably the worst they have ever seen considering their simple lives.

Once she had all her supplies ready, she set to work.

(Y/N) was kneeling in-between Legolas’s legs while she studied the torn up, bloody, and bruised fresh for yet another time; it was imperative that she made a plan before starting.

During this examination, the young woman could not help but let her eyes wander across his chest and rippling muscles. The bends and curves of his form looked perfect against his pale complexion. He was incredibly toned and well built, even more so than humans. She would be lying if she said she wasn’t attracted to him.

Additionally, battle scars of various shapes and sizes littered his body—which was expected given he was over 2,000 years old. Here, she took a moment to study them for if one really looked at a warriors scars their fighting style would be revealed. Many stretched across his being—specifically on his ribcage, sides, pecs, and abs—it was clear that he was way more reckless than he would like people to think. He was fast with his moves, going for the quickest way to an oppenent’s death, but that often left him exposed. No wonder he ended up with this terrible bruising gash. He lived up to the Mirkwood elf expectation—less wise and more fierce.

As (Y/N) realized that her mind had wandered too far off task, she cleared her throat and reached for the flask of liquor.

“This will sting,” she stated before pouring it over the broken flesh. As expected, a loud groan escaped his lips and his fists clenched around nothingness.

Carefully she dabbed the area with a cloth. (Y/N) then threaded a needle and began to sew his skin back together. The elf was stiff as he clenched his jaw and flexed his muscles—a natural reflex in this kind of situation. She continued to pull his skin taught so their was no more breakthrough bleeding. It seemed that he had gotten used to the sensation as she went given he began to relax. Next, she made a paste for the wound, much like Strider’s. However, she decided to use more than athelas leaves because this cut was more severe than the Ranger’s. (Y/N) ground up echinacea stalks and mixed in alder bark to soothe inflammation and fight infection. Gently she applied the blended mixture into his torso. Lastly, she wound gauze and dressings around his midsection in order to keep everything in place.

Much time had past given stitches took long; luckily, the fellowships’ concerned glances faded.

(Y/N) stood up from her position and it was then when she released just how close the two were. She stood between his legs, their faces inches apart. If it was anyone else, she wouldn’t have cared for she often had to be in such proximities with others as she was a healer. But this wasn’t anyone else, it was him.

“You—you should be fine now,” (Y/N) whispered. She cleared her throat and stepped backwards. “I will have to check on it every day and redo the bandages. And I advise you: no sudden movements, and no lifting heavy objects—like the hobbits.”

Legolas cracked a smile at that last comment. “Thank you, (Y/N). I truly appreciate your skill.”

“That is what I’m here for, is it not?” She adverted her eyes and kept her hands busy by gathering her supplies for she feared her expression would betray her.

Legolas put his tunic back on as he spoke, “I suppose it is, but nethertheless I thank you.”

......

As the days went on she continued to check Legolas’s wound. (Y/N) tried to make it more private by dragging him off to the side or away from the group, given that she suspected it was uncomfortable for him to undress everyday in front of inquiring eyes (aka the hobbits).

It was dusk when she crouched down to examine it once again.

“It is healing nicely,” She said. “A lot faster than I suspected, but I suppose that is because you are elven.” Her nervousness caused her to continue speaking when she did not wish to do so. “I mainly treat men....and dwarves. It is not often that I have a wounded elf at my door. Do you know an elf named Feren? I recall he said he was of Mirkwood Kin. I treated him once years ago for a busted leg when he strayed into northern territories.”

A small smirk crossed Legolas’s face, “Ahh so you are the beautiful healer who patched him up so well?”

(Y/N) felt heat creep up her face, “I—I would not say that—“

“Nonsense! He spoke of your beauty and skill many times, and he was not mistaken. I am just surprised that I have been lucky enough to gaze upon you and have you heal me.”

These words made (Y/N)’s gauze wrapping motions falter. “It—it is my job, Legolas.”

“Yet you go beyond your assignment and duty everyday. I see how you take care of us all, especially the hobbits. You truly have a noble heart.”

(Y/N) smiled softly and spoke in a teasing tone, “Well I suppose you are right—all you boys would be lost without me.”

A deep chuckled hummed in Legolas’s chest and the healer joined in with a bright laugh.

The giggles settled soon enough and Legolas spoke, his sentence quite abrupt. “How would you feel about coming to Mirkwood and living there as a healer once the ring is destroyed?”

Shocked, (Y/N) stuttered. “I—I am unsure. I don’t know if—“

“(Y/N)...” He interrupted. “I do not wish for the end of this journey to be the end of our acquaintance.”

The young woman looked down, “As I agree, but—“

“(Y/N),” he whispered.

Something about his tone made her freeze.

Ever so gently, he lifted her chin to force her to look at him. His voice was quiet as he spoke, “I—I don’t think you understand what I am trying to convey.”

Oh....

Now she understood.

The healer glanced at his lips which hovered near her own before biting her bottom one and locking gazes with him. Legolas of course noticed this and waisted no time. He pressed his mouth against hers and she instantly responded. Her hands slid up his bare chest, careful to avoid the wound on his torso, and then tangled themselves in his blonde locks. His muscular arms wrapped around her waist tightly as he focused on the taste of mint tea and fresh honey. The two moved their lips in sync and the world around them melted away. Suddenly, there was no quest, no fellowship, no responsibilities—only the two of them and the thudding of their hearts.

.......

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Legolas tag: @dark-angel-is-back

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#lord of the rings #lotr #the hobbit #legolas #Legolas x reader #Legolas x you #Legolas x (y/n) #Mirkwood #LOTR fanfic #Legolas fanfic #Legolas fic #Aragorn #merry and pippin #samwise gamgee #frodo baggins #hobbits #lotr fanfic #boromir #the fellowship #legolas drabble #legolas imagine #legolas imagines

[creativebeansofchaos]

Characters

I will be writing one shots and maybe longer fanfictions on here so this is an incomplete list of the character that I will be writing for. I will mostly be writing reader inserts, yn fics and possibly OC fics as well. 

Characters

My hero Academia (BNHA)

- Hawks ( Keigo Takami )    

- Dabi 

- Bakugou   

 - Deku 

  - Shoto todoroki

  - Tamaki 

  - Fatgum (maybe) 

Hunter x Hunter

- Illumi 

- Hisoka 

Attack on titan

- Levi

- Eren 

- Armin

Lord of the rings / the hobbit

- Thorin

- kili 

- Thanduill

- Legolas 

- Azog

V for Vendetta 

- V

Phantom of the Opera

- Erik (the Phantom)

Star wars 

- Mandalorian 

- Kylo Ren 

Death note 

- L

Criminal Minds 

- Spencer Reid 

Bones 

- Zack Addy 

Avengers 

- Loki

- Bucky

- Zemo

- Peatro Maxamoff 

Walking dead

- Daryl Dixon

Squid games 

-  triangle guards 

- square guards 

- circle guards 

slashers 

- Brahms heelshire 

- Vincent Sinclair

- bubba saywer

- pennywise 

- pyramid head

There are more character that I will write about that are not on this list and if you have any suggestions feel free to tell me.  

#My hero Academia (BNHA) #Hawks #keigo tamaki #dabi #bakugou #deku #shoto torodoki #tamaki #fatgum #hunter x hunter #illumi #hisoka #attack on titan #levi #eren #armin #lord of the rings #the hobbit #thorin #kili #thanduill #legolas #azog #v for vendetta #v #phantom of the opera #erik phantom #phantom #star wars #the mandalorian

[victoria-writes]

I will never forget you.

Pairing: Legolas x Reader (gender neutral)

Summary: Legolas proposes to you and reassures you that he wants to be with you. Fluff & Angst with a happy ending + bonus ending

Word Count: 1605

Notes:

Reader is human

No gender or pronouns used to refer to the reader. Reader is briefly mentioned to have short hair

MENTIONS OF DEATH (reader's). Don't read if you're not ok with thinking about your own mortality xoxo

Read it on AO3 here

Story:

It has been months since you moved to Mirkwood with the prince following the disbandment of the fellowship and destruction of the one ring. Sometimes your mind would drift to what could’ve happened had the ring fallen into the wrong hands or if any other evil lies dormant, waiting for the opportune moment to strike. You could never sit with these thoughts for long, though. Legolas seemed to have a sixth sense for when you needed to see the good in the world again. Today was one of those days. 

“Come, there is something I wish to show you”, the elf smiled as he stretched his hand out, waiting for you to take it from your place sitting in a wooden chair inside the royal palace. 

“It better not be another elk giving birth in the woods. I’m still traumatized from your idea of ‘the beauty of nature’”, you grimace at the memory still not extending your hand.

“No, no, nothing like that. I promise”, he chuckles softly.

“Fine”.

Legolas had brought you to a clearing in the forest, surrounded by old-growth trees and wildflowers. White queen anne’s lace, forget-me-nots, and flowers whose names you did not know, who only seemed to grow near where elves trot, filled your eyes. This is not the first time he’s found a quiet spot in nature to take you, and it will surely not be the last. While overlooking the rainbow of colors seemingly dancing in the field in front of you, you sneak a glance at the elf from the corner of your eye. He stands confidently with his hands behind his back next to you and smiles. If it were anyone else looking at him, they’d think he was completely at ease. Anyone but you. The look in his eyes said “Do you like it? Do you? Please tell me you like it.”. He always wanted to impress you, whether it be shooting three arrows at once when one would suffice, wearing his nicest clothes (“Legolas why are you wearing your ceremonial attire?” “Don’t worry about it, father”.), or finding the best places to take you. Be still, your beating heart. For a nearly 3,000 year old elf, he acted like a lovesick teenager. 

“It’s absolutely beautiful”, you finally say after a long silence. Legolas releases tension in his shoulders he didn’t even realize he was holding. 

“I knew you would. Let us sit in the grass.”, he guided you so that he was sitting with your back against his chest, his legs on either side. 

You felt your tongue form teasing words about him taking you on a hike to a remote spot just for a cuddle, but they faded away as he wrapped his arms around your sides and began to plant soft, slow kisses on your neck and shoulder. You melted into his warm touch. 

“May I braid your hair?”

“Yes, but there’s not much to braid.”, you reply. You had recently gotten a haircut and felt as though Legolas may be disappointed. He was very enthusiastic about your new look the first time he saw it, but now you fear he may not enjoy it. 

“Nonsense, I shall make many small plaits instead”.

“Alright”, you relaxed into his hands as he began to weave strands of hair behind you. You closed your eyes, as you reveled in the feeling of the sunlight on your face as he worked. All was quiet aside from the occasional bird chirping or squirrel running up a tree. A warm feeling took hold in your chest and you couldn’t help the smile that formed on your lips. You were safe. You were happy. You were in love. 

Millenia seemed to pass before Legolas announced he was done. True to his word, he had formed many braids in your hair. He may have gone a little overboard with just how many he made, but he just loved the feeling of being so close to you and never wanted it to end. 

“Thank you”, you whisper as your turn to face him, giving him a peck on the lips. You move your hand to feel the back of your head, itching to feel the braids your lover gifted you. Soft. Your fingers feel something soft. Something thin and soft. 

“Forget-me-not flowers”, Legolas clarified, seeing you trying to decipher with your fingers, “I thought them appropriate”.

“Why is that?” “They are gifted to one whose presence you enjoy, so as not to forget them, as the name implies. I could never forget you and I hope you would not forget me. Each past day with you is a beloved memory and each day to come cannot come soon enough. I treasure each moment with you. I feel myself drowning in my affection for you. No, peacefully swimming. I adore you. I cannot bear to be without you.”, he says softly as he holds both your hands and kisses each one, never breaking eye contact.

“Oh, Legolas”

“Meleth nîn”, he uses his hands to guide you both to your feet. As you look up into his bright blue eyes, he whispers “Please allow me to never be without you. Allow me to walk beside you for all the days we may share together before death takes us. I have lived millennia without you. Now that I know what life is like with you in it, I never want to go back. I want you with me, always.”

“Are you asking me-?”, you begin as he kneels down in front of you and pulls out a ring from his pocket.

“Y/N, will you marry me?”, he gazes at you with hope in his eyes as he lifts the ring towards you. 

“Yes. Yes. Yes!”, he quickly puts the ring on your left ring finger and you pull him into a harsh kiss. You and the elf wear matching smiles as you kiss long and hard. 

“I’m so happy, Legolas…but is this what you really want?”, your smile drops as your nerves hit you. “Of course, my love. Why do you question my intentions?”.

“It’s not your intentions that I question. It’s just that you’re…you”, you vaguely gesture at the elf.

“I’m not following.”

“You’re a prince. I’m poor. You’re an elf that’ll live thousands of years. I’m a human that’ll be lucky if I make it to 70.” “I don’t care about that.”

“Your father won’t approve.” “I care not what my father thinks. His opinion of our union will not sway me.” 

“Then what of my mortality? One day I will die and leave you alone.”

He sighs before he speaks, “I must admit I have thought long and hard on this subject. The thought of your death pains me to no end.” “Exactly. Our marriage would be short-lived in your long lifetime and I will become nothing but a memory to you, one that will fade one day.”

“What are you saying?” “I’m saying you love me now, but one day I will die and you’ll move on and I’ll mean nothing to you. One day you’ll laugh at how you ever loved a silly human”, tears began to well in your eyes, shame overtaking you as you finally let out the fears you’ve been harboring all this time. Your gaze drifts downwards, unable to face your elven lover. Legolas’ eyes widened in realization, shocked at your true feelings. He manages to compose himself and lifts your chin up with his index finger. 

“Meleth nîn, look at me. Y/N, please.”, he whispers his request. 

“It is true that my life will continue when yours ends.”

Hot tears began to run down your cheeks at this. 

“But”, he swipes the tears away with his thumb, “You will always be a part of it. Even when you are gone, I will love you. You have shown me love that I did not think was possible. When you are gone, I will visit your grave with flowers each day. I will braid my hair and miss the touch of yours. I will never remarry. I will walk the paths we have taken together. I will meditate in this very spot, remembering this moment. I will never forget you. In life and in death, we are connected. I love you”.

“And I love you”, you barely choke the words out through your tears. 

“Knowing all this, my silly human,”he teases before turning serious, “Will you marry me?” “Of course, I’ll marry you, you ridiculous elf”.

You both grin as Legolas lifts you up and spins you in his arms. When your feet are planted on the Earth again he kisses you deeply. As you feel your lips on your own, you imagine a thousand more kisses each day with him for the rest of your days. 

Bonus

Many moons have passed since your passing. Legolas meant every word of his promise and has done all that he said. Before he rests each night, he reads the book on his nightstand, your favorite book of poems. He recalls reading it to you on nights your eyes were too tired as he pet your hair while you laid on his chest. When he wakes each morning, he glares at the large empty space beside it, wishing it were you. Although his heart pangs at the loss of you, he finds joy and comfort in revisiting your old haunts, his favorite being the spot where he proposed to you. Today, our elf wanders into the cemetery. “Hello, meleth nîn”, he smiles as he places a bouquet of freshly picked forget-me-nots on your grave.

#angst and fluff #human reader #legolas x yn #legolas x y/n #legolas greenleaf #legolas x reader #legolas #lord of the rings #lotr x reader #lotr #the lord of the rings #lotr x you #lotr x y/n #legolas x you #legolas/reader #legolas/yn

[sassy-imagines]

Masterlist 2.0

Supernatural:

Sam and Dean - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/158630488950

Castiel - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/172000128812

Sam, Dean, and Charlie - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/172035859302

Dean - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/172070192524

Crowley - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/172104375606

Castiel - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/172138799909

Lucifer - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/174469787059/imagine

Bright:

Nick - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/173687858789/imagine

Tikka and Leilah - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/174358384574/imagine

Nick - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/174405668640/imagine

Leilah and Tikka - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/174437885435/imagine

Kandomere - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/174501494126/imagine

Kandomere - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/174567880380/imagine

Kandomere - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/174854980949/imagine

Nick - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/175207191058/imagine

Nick - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/175241503771/imagine

Nick, Ward, and Tikka - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/175274987785/imagine

Kandomere - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/175289055504/imagine

Kandomere - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/175375288871/imagine

Nick - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/178416907688

Nick - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/187645174030

Sherlock:

Johnlock - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/158114135105/havent-seen-season-4-yet-so-if-this-makes-no

Mycroft - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/158355978667/gif-not-mine

Lord of the Rings:

Gigolas - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/160912269212/gif-not-mine

Elrond - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/162376469359

Gandalf - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/162438388563/top-gif-belongs-to-anunexspectedhotdwarf

Gimli and Aragorn - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/162513681739

Legolas - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/162632469139

Gandalf - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/178112320941

Legolas and Gimli - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/187467666028

Merry and Pippin - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/188387597031

Harry Potter:

Ron - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/158551209880

Ron and Snape - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/158706257005

Luna - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/174533880338/imagine

Hagrid - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/178078878805

Ginny - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/178146682054

Viktor - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/178250171801

Mad Eye Moody - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/178382019999

Molly, Luna, Ginny, and Hermione - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/178450244331

Draco and Ginny - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/187443923688

Hermione and Luna - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/187578252406

Wolfstar - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/188434392569

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them:

Newt - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/178348552017

Percival - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/178483086860

Jacob - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/178513967304

Stranger Things:

Barb - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/178182331748

Star Wars:

Kylo - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/158154987602/little-did-he-know-you-were-just-reading

Poe - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/188434399144

Star Trek:

Chekov - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/186142759672

The Hobbit:

Smaug - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/158668774396/the-gif-kinda-looks-like-smaug-is-saying-la-la

Fili - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/160887172114/gif-belongs-to-anunexspectedhotdwarf

Legolas, Tauriel, and Thanduil - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/160950850966

Kili - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/160987841878

Thorin and Bilbo - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/162399695034/gif-belongs-to-ladyoakensheilds

Thorin, Dwalin,k and Ori - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/162475976631

Kili - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/162553752191

Kili - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/162593519886

Kili - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/162671862400

Nori - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/162711057991

Kili - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/162748826602

Nori and Dwalin - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/162787001068

Thorin - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/162866887717

Thandruil - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/162903790657

Kili - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/163757232426

Thorin’s Company - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/171805726579

Thorin’s Company - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/174600458932/imagine

Thorin - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/174632580604/imagine

Bombur - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/174822871730/imagine

Ori - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/178011326017/ori-stroking-his-braids-when-hes-trying-to-calm

Bifur - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/178045186695/being-the-only-one-to-truly-understand-bifur-and

Ori - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/185555246719/imagine

Fili - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/185566118797/imagine

Thorin - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/185589183865/imagine

Bofur - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/185611145416/imagine

Dwalin - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/185633391276/imagine

Bilbo - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/185657224342/imagine

Thorin’s Company - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/185681263530/imagine

Thorin’s Company - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/188434394219

Twilight:

Leah - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/174664301417/imagine

Seth and Leah - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/174695465939/imagine

Paul - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/174725810056/imagine

Paul - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/174757260281/imagine

The Pack - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/174790459882/imagine

Hellboy:

Abe - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/185704599880

Abe - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/185727686976

Abe - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/185750463880

Hellboy and Abe - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/185772672545/abe-and-hellboy-fighting-yn-both-both

Abe - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/185794916710/abe-i-like-what-youve-done-with-your-hair-yn

Abe - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/186118521952

Hellboy - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/187556287580

X-Men:

Logan - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/158195118972/if-this-reminds-anyone-of-one-of-my-earlier

Peter - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/158477194050

Kurt - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/171866967614

Peter - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/171966189871

Hank - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/187490568035

Peter - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/188434397864

Daredevil:

Matt - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/158314874819

Avengers:

Loki - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/158234412612/i-think-everyone-would-say-fuck-it-and-let-him

Maria - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/158273842402

Natasha - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/158397078822

Natasha - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/158438530346/also-imagine-being-this-badass-everyone-is-afraid

Sam, Bucky, and Steve - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/158590418734

Steve and Bucky - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/158743380622

Thor - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/161096612764

Tony - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/161131165076

Tony - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/161166981846

Tony - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/161204581708

Tony - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/161243915119

Tony and Thor - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/161281610269

Thunderscience - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/162942934572

Steve and Bucky - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/163718536429

Thunderscience - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/163795370188

Tony, Steve, and Bucky - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/163832320168

Peter - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/171933458248

Deadpool:

Wade - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/161319058980/gif-belongs-to-voldie

Wade - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/162982077245

Guardians of the Galaxy:

Peter - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/158514406063

Peter - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/171900356939

Rocket and Groot - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/188434395994

Black Panther:

T’challa - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/158779677221/art-is-mine-do-not-steal-or-repost-without

Gotham:

Oswald - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/161024433098

Oswald and Zsasz - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/161356053452

Oswald - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/162827211173

Zsasz - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/175308390980/imagine

Zsasz - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/175342088925/imagine

Harvey and Oswald - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/178216495340

Harvey - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/187534887234

Oswald - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/188429053328

Oswald and Ed - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/188408448995

Doctor Who:

Tardis - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/161060842771

Suicide Squad:

Killer Croc - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/178316189763

Harley - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/187513100489

Killer Croc - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/187734157429

The Walking Dead:

Daryl - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/178283422655

Wonder Woman:

Wonder Woman - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/171833028249

Kingsman:

Merlin - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/185464368649/imagine

Once Upon a Time:

Hook - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/187601056553

Hook - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/187623235336

John Wick:

John - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/187667088102

John - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/187689258393

John - https://sassy-imagines.tumblr.com/post/187711063961

#masterlist #update

[bonjour-rainycity]

Late in the Night | Part Two

Previous Part

Pairing: One-sided ( or is it ;) ) Legolas x Female Reader

Rating: G

Word count: 1416

Warnings: None

A/n Okay friends, oops. I wrote the first chapter in the first person and suddenly decided that I want to do the rest of it in the third. This is why I usually outline my fics but this one I wrote on a whim — whoops! Sorry about that. Maybe one day I’ll go back and fix it, but for now I’ll just leave it as is. And also, I’m taking a lot of setting and characterization liberties with this story because it’s just something I want to have fun with rather than extensively plan out. Hope you don’t mind :)

Legolas’ POV

Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid.

As he walks, Legolas berates himself, and as he berates himself, he continues to walk.

Because really, there’s no break from either.

He replays the moment from the night before over and over in his head and just can’t work it out. Something he said seemed to have damaged his relationship with Y/n. She was still friendly to him, but distant. Something he did or said or a facial expression he made, maybe, seemed to take all the warmth from their interactions, the warmth that she usually reserved just for him.

Or, he thought she did.

Maybe he was reading too much into things. Maybe there was never any special look just for him, or a softness in her voice when she said his name only, or a light in her eyes when he made her laugh. Maybe he was completely wrong, and they weren’t teetering on the edge of something more than friends.

Doesn’t she know that elves take things extremely seriously, and he wouldn’t have offered to bring her home with him, introduce her to his father and his people, and help her build a life in his homeland if he didn’t….if he didn’t….

But it doesn’t matter, he grumbles inwardly. Because it’s obvious she doesn’t feel the same way. She must have realized the gravity of what it meant when I offered, and is now trying to tell me she doesn’t want that.

But even as his head tries to convince him to let her go, to let the tenderness he feels for her fade away, his eyes find hers. She notices his gaze, and raises a questioning eyebrow. It’s accompanied by a kind smile, but that’s the smile she gives everyone. Foolishly—possessively—immaturely, he wishes to see his smile again.

He tears his eyes from hers, trying to pull himself out of his own head. Instead, he turns his focus to his senses, exploring the area around them, doing his part to keep his companions safe. After all, it’s nearly sunset, and as the light fades, so does the eyesight of many. His ears pick up on something far in the distance, and he jogs to catch up with Aragorn.

“Are you sure about this?”

Aragorn falls into step with his friend. “I have considered the risk extensively, and there is no avoiding it. We need to resupply, and I fear not only for morale but for physical health if we don’t all get a proper meal and rest safe from the elements. Besides, it’s a sizable but remote human village, quite isolated from the rest of the world. By the time news of our presence travels, we will be long gone on an alternate path.”

Legolas nods, accepting his wise friend’s assessment. Even to him, the idea of an actual rest holds great appeal — he can’t even imagine the pull it will have for his friends.

Eventually, the others begin to notice that, rather than going in a wide berth around the rising smoke that hints at a town, they head straight for it. Legolas can physically feel their excitement, and can’t stop from feeling a bit giddy himself.

Aragorn calls for a halt in the woods near the town’s gate, and the group gathers close. They are still concealed, and Legolas wonders if Aragorn has changed his mind, if he’s going to make them go back?

But thankfully, Aragorn has no such intentions. In fact, he has a very different sort of plan.

“Right,” he starts, fixing them all with a level stare. “We cannot enter all ten of us at once, that would be too conspicuous. Instead, we shall go in smaller groups that still make strategic sense. There is to be no interaction between the groups, except for pleasantries that you would exchange with anyone else. We will take staggered entrances and leave the same way, meeting up tomorrow morning a mile west. I know this town, and it has two small inns — we will split ourselves between them. Gandalf and I will go first to the inn on the West side of town. After half an hour has passed, Frodo, Sam, Pippin, Merry — you all will join us. Shortly after I leave, so shall Boromir and Gimli, but to the inn on the East side. After a good amount of time has passed, Legolas and Y/n, you join them.”

The companions grin, finding excitement in Aragorn’s game of deception, but Legolas feels a sense of unease grow in his stomach. He has not been alone with Y/n since last night, and a tension has obviously arisen between them. He turns his head to find Y/n avoiding his gaze, but she does not protest to Aragorn’s grouping of them, so neither does he. Perhaps their time alone will give them the chance to sort out whatever he’s done to upset her.

As decided, Aragorn and Gandalf leave first, followed closely by Boromir and Gimli. Y/n sits on the ground chatting quietly with Pippin and Merry, while Legolas joins Sam to guard Frodo, as they know Aragorn would want them to do. When enough time has passed for the hobbits to leave, Y/n waves them goodbye, wishing them sweet dreams in a warm bed.

The silence of the night that Legolas had become so accustomed to is marred by the harsh nosies of the human town. It doesn’t seem to bother Y/n, who raises herself from the ground and peeks curiously through the trees. “You know, it’s the first time in months we’ve all slept apart from each other.” Legolas finds himself perplexed as Y/n shakes her head, rolling her eyes. “Gosh, I sound so codependent.”

But Legolas just smiles, knowing well the sort of bond that forms between those who fight together. “No, I understand. It will be strange. But it might be nice to have a room all to yourself. None of Gimli’s snoring to worry about.”

Y/n snorts, crossing her arms and regarding Legolas with the smile he had been aching to see all day.

But as quickly as it appears, it fades from her face, replaced with a contemplative set in her brow. She looks conflicted, but he can’t for the life of him figure out why. She doesn’t take her eyes from his, and he’s too captivated to look away. Legolas takes a step forward, the darkness and her eyes and just her calling to him, asking him to come closer. Is he imagining the spark of hope in her eyes? Valar, he prays not.

Somehow, he finds himself standing right in front of her, when just seconds ago he’d been at least a yard away. Y/n tilts her head up to look at him, and the way the moon sparkles in her eyes and lights the soft curve of her cheek — he feels his hand raise, he wanted to brush his fingers and see if it’s as smooth as it looks. He wants to hold her in his arms, and beg her to forgive him for whatever wrong he committed that kept her warmth from him that day.

Y/n worries her bottom lip, still looking up at him with those wide, guarded eyes. He sees something shift in them, and knows a decision had been made, but what?

“Legolas, I need to—”

Crack!

Legolas has his bow nocked and whirls around before he even has time to fully register the sound.

He notices the squeak of hinges that accompanies the sharp smack of the wood, and lowers his bow, feeling startled still, despite the innocent nature of the noise.

“It’s alright,” he mutters to Y/n, who has only just pulled her knives from their scabbards. Absently, he feels worry for his human friend, who, with the slow reflexes that are a fault of her kin, could have already been killed, had the threat been serious. “It’s just the gate.”

“Oh.” She blinks, and puts her weapons away somewhat stiffly. “We should go, shouldn’t we? No sense in standing around in the dark longer than necessary.”

Legolas turns his head back to her, and knows the moment has passed. The certainty he saw before has vanished, and the wall between them risen again.

He returns his bow to his back, trying to ignore the crushing disappointment he feels. “Right. After you.” He waves her forward, and they start on the path to the gate.

A/n So now we’ve got a look into Legolas’ head! What did you think? Likes, comments, and reblogs make me so so happy, and let me know if you would like a tag :) 

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Respite

Pairing: Aragorn x Gender-neutral Reader

Rating: K

Disclaimer: I am not making any money from this nor do I own anything recognizable

Word count: 1090

Warnings: None

Summary: (Reader is a member of the Fellowship). When doubts creep in, Aragorn and the Reader offer each other what comfort they can.

Outside, the wind howls, and snow that I cannot see but can feel to my bones whips around, threatening to enter our shelter and extinguish the fire we worked hard to kindle.

We’ve been traveling for weeks, and this is the first night in a while that we’ve made proper camp and taken an extended rest. I share the joy of my hobbit friends at this respite, but I can feel the agitation rolling off our more experienced travelers. Aragorn and Legolas, who are both quite used to crossing country in various horrid weather, stand near the front of the cave, speaking elvish in hushed tones. If it were up to them, I do not think we would have rested tonight, but the hobbits’ height threatened to bury them in snow, and Boromir and I, human as we are, probably couldn’t have made it much farther in this frigid temperature. As it is, I’ve sat in front of the fire for half an hour and have only just regained feeling in my fingers and toes. I hope we can clear this mountain soon and return to the grass and warmth I am accustomed to.

Despite the mixed feelings about our stop, our bodies all long for rest, and most find it quickly. By the time the fire dies down, only Aragorn and I remain awake. He has not moved from his position near the mouth of the cave, keeping diligent watch. Though in all honesty, I’m not sure how well he can see or hear through this darkness and wailing wind.

After a quick glance at my sleeping companions, I gather the thermos I’ve kept near to the fire, standing and walking quietly to the front of the cave. I sidle up next to the Ranger, automatically pulling my cloak tighter around me. It is freezing up here.

Aragorn gives me a sidelong glance, his lips quirking up slightly at the edges, before returning his eyes to the dark expanse in front of us. “If you are cold, you should not have strayed from the fire.”

I shrug, trying to seem less affected by the biting temperature. “I’m just getting used to the wind, is all. Besides, I cannot sleep. Would you like me to take over watch until Legolas awakes?”

At this, Aragorn actually smiles fully, shaking his head against a laugh. “You can barely see ten feet in front of you at dusk, let alone in the middle of a night during a blizzard. I thank you for your offer but must, for the safety of us all, decline.” He smirks at his dig as well as my less-than-pleased expression.

“Rude, but true enough,” I allow, biting back a smile of my own. “Well, if I cannot help with watch, perhaps I can persuade you to eat something? You have not moved from this spot since we arrived.” I bring my hand from under my cloak, presenting him with the thermos of soup I saved from supper.

He takes it gratefully, smiling into the mug after taking a sip. “Who knew Gimli was such a competent cook?”

“He must have some redeeming qualities, you know,” I jest, looking over my shoulder at our loudly snoring companion. I do love Gimli, despite how his noisiness kept me up for our first ten nights of travel.

Aragorn and I slip into an easy silence, and I let my eyes drag over the darkness in front of me. He’s right — I can’t see a thing. “Will we continue on tomorrow?” Part of me hopes that we will stay in the cave and wait out the storm, but a larger part knows that’s just wishful thinking.

Aragorn confirms my thoughts. “We will have no choice. Time is not a luxury we have…every day, the enemy grows stronger, and we are still worlds away from completing our task.”

The nearly undetectable note of vulnerability in his voice causes me to examine his face more closely. From the onset, Aragorn became the unspoken leader of our group, the one who bears the burden of many difficult choices, who picks us up and forces us on when it all becomes too much. Rare is a moment that he allows himself to express worry, or fear, or doubt, or any human emotion, really. He is trusting me here, and I don’t want to mess this up.

Thinking over my words carefully, I turn and step into his line of sight, so he has to look at me. “I believe in us, Aragorn, and I believe in you. The road ahead is long and difficult, but I know that we will accomplish our goal. The ring will be destroyed, and the evil will leave our lands.”

He regards me for a moment, saying nothing. Just when I think that perhaps he has no intention of reacting at all, he opens his cloak and pulls my back against his chest, wrapping the cloak around us once more. I relax into the arms that encircle my waist, slightly surprised at his sudden show of affection. Over our travels, we’ve had what I call ‘moments’ — spots in time where one of us tests the border of what is acceptable of a platonic relationship. This is one such instance, and nothing in me wants to object. Because here, in the midst of uncertainty and fear and the weight of the world on our shoulders, he offers himself as an anchor, a respite. I lay my head against his chest, hoping that I can do the same for him.

His lips find the top of my head and he shifts his weight to lean on me a little, obviously exhausted, despite his earlier claims. “Thank you.”

A feeling of warmth spreads through me, helping me fight my way through this cold, and I reach a hand up to rest against his neck, running my fingers through the ends of his hair.

Legolas finds us like this when he comes to switch for watch, but says nothing, allowing us to get away with nothing but a knowing smile. I return to my place near the fire, the desire for sleep heavy in my bones.

But as I begin to drift off, the slightest of sounds prompts me to open my eyes. Aragorn pulls his bedroll closer to mine, placing himself between me and the cold coming from the opening of the cave. Working hard to fight a smile, I close my eyes, and sleep much more peacefully than I have in weeks.

A/n Hi everyone! I haven’t written for LOTR before, but I’ve got terrible writer’s block and this was a fun way to try and get through it! Let me know what you thought and if you would like to be added to a taglist of mine. Also, if you have a moment, I’d love it if you could check out my masterlist! Thank you :)

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