Your Life Has More Worth Than Mine
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Sorry, this is REALLY long. I read the rules and stuff and it said not too long, so if this is then you don't have to post it or whatever you would do :). Also, I saw there was one that was already based off of "Imagine sacrificing your life to save Legolas" so if you don't want to post it, then you don't have too.
One last thing, if you could give the credit to my personal blog that would be great! -Anna
“All right, (Y/N), now stay very close to me and try not to wonder off,” your father said pulling you a little bit closer to him. “See that? That is Rivendell, the outpost of the Elves. Isn’t it beautiful?” He pulled you behind a small bush to make sure that the Elves didn’t see you, for they did not act kindly to trespassers.
“Very beautiful daddy. Do you think we can go inside right now?” you asked curiously.
“Maybe, but not right now, sweetheart, we have to be home in time for supper!” your father exclaimed.
“Well, maybe another time then, right?”
“Of course, now lets get home so mommy won’t be worried about us, all right?” you father said lifting you off your feet and putting you on top of his shoulders. You giggled and held onto the top of his head for support as he strolled down to your village, already smelling the amazing food that your mother was preparing.
You were probably about seven when your father first brought you to Rivendell. After that, you would visit it whenever you could, with or without your father. And it eventually became a habit.
One day, when you were seventeen, you snuck out of the house because your parents had been fighting. Now they weren’t just fighting about the usual ‘it’s your turn to take all the dirty dishes out to the water hole and clean them’ or ‘why were you out late last night?’ It was worse, you had no idea what they were actually fighting about, but it was an intense dispute. They were throwing glass at the walls of your small home, yelling curses at each other, stomping around, and your father even threatened to leave.
You ran to the familiar bush that you had visited everyday sat down in the dirt, not worrying if it would ruin your pants. You let the first few tears flow freely, trying not to make much of a sound, but failing after a few moments. You pulled your knees to your chest and put your face into your knees. You slowly let the slow sobs turn into violent cries.
“Are you alright?” an unfamiliar voice said. You were startled by it and instantly grabbed your bow and pulled an arrow out of your quiver, aiming where the voice had come from. The unfamiliar person put their hands up in surrender but you didn’t put your bow down, not knowing if he was a trustable individual or not.
“Who are you?” you asked sternly, wiping the few tears that were still on your cheek with your shoulder.
“I am Legolas, prince of the Woodland Realm. And you are?”
“I am (Y/N), um, of the Village of the Edains.” You replied confidently.
“What are you doing out here? You could be in Rivendell, after all, you were the group that helped us fight against Morgorth in Beleriand!”
“I ran from home, I have not been able to find the trail back to the village,” you said pretending you were lost.
“If you are lost, then I am more than happy to lend you a place to stay here in Rivendell. It is the least I could do for a beautiful young lady like yourself,” Legolas offered, giving you a warm and friendly smile. You didn’t want to trust him right away, but his expression seemed genuine and you didn’t suspect in any way that he was lying, so you returned the smile and gladly took his offer, not worrying what your parents would think. You’re already almost 18; it might be good for you to live away from them.
It had been quite a few years since you started to stay in Rivendell, and it wasn’t really all that bad. You expected to be friendly to you and accept you as one of them because you were an Edain. But, you weren’t hated, just ignored or avoided, nothing special. Basically, no one ever really took the time to get to know you, so you only had Legolas and Thranduil to be with. They both accepted you because they wanted to help a lost soul who had nowhere else to go. So, naturally, you became attached to them.
“(Y/N)! I haven’t seen you for almost two days! You usually visit me everyday, what had happened?” Thranduil asked as you came closer to him.
“I’m sorry for not coming yesterday, my king, I was just viewing the immense beauty of Bruinen, it is a spectacular gorge,” you replied with a slight bow of your head and curtsey.
“How many times have I told you, just call me father, (Y/N)! I have always felt you as a daughter to me and that will only be true if you call me father!” Thranduil exclaimed, smiling from pointed ear to pointed ear.
“Of course, my apologies, as you already know, I am a very forgetful person,” you responded.
“Nonsense, please come, tell me more stories about your old life. I know I ask almost everyday, but it just fascinates me deeply,” Thranduil said inviting you to sit next to his throne.
“Well, I do recall that when I was a young girl, I got my very first bow. It was a tradition in my village that all the boys and girls got bows when they came of age so they could start to learn defense, for our village would be raided by orcs and wolves many times. So, my father put it in this beautiful hand crafted wooden box that he had made especially for this occasion. I remember opening it and wanting to test it out immediately. I failed miserably the first few times I tried, but I eventually got into the rhythm of the art and got better each day,” you began. You told him about how you would hunt for the family and always practiced with a target painted on a tree that had been in the village for centuries. As you were finishing up the story, Legolas came running up to the throne.
“Father! (Y/N)! I was looking for you,” he said coming to join you.
“(Y/N) was just telling me the story of the time she got her first bow, how glorious it must’ve been,” Thranduil explained, smiling even brighter than ever. I always seemed to put a smile on his face with my stories, even though they were just stories of your childhood.
Legolas looked at you as if you were the most beautiful and precise thing in Middle Earth, which made your heart melt.
“My, my, you two would make the perfect married couple,” Thranduil commented. He must’ve noticed how the both of you look at ach other. You both started to blush, turning a bright pink.
“When will the two of you become betrothed?” he asked. “I know Legolas has been waiting a long time now, he is becoming restless.”
“Father!” Legolas scolded.
“What? I know (Y/N) would like it as much as you!” Thranduil exclaimed. Your face began an even darker pink as he read your exact thoughts. When you and Legolas looked at each other, a solider ran up to the throne, bowing before he started.
“My king, orcs, have invaded Rivendell,” he said. All three of you eyes bulged out of our heads, well not literally. Legolas quickly grabbed your hand and pulled you up from the ground. He brought you down the stairs and to where both of your weapons were stashed. He opened the heavy door to the room and you both grabbed your quiver and bows.
“Here, take this just in case,” Legolas said, handing you a long sword that was just your size. He also handed you some armor and helped you place them onto your body. He placed some on his self before grabbing your hand once again and guiding you to where the orcs had came in.
Rivendell was a mess. Every Elf there was fighting and it was pure chaos. No one had ever expected orcs to invade so it wasn’t like everyone had their armor and weapons handy.
“Over here!” Legolas said, guiding you to where you would begin to battle. You had been trained by Thranduil and Legolas to use the elvish weapons and had become quite good and were quite confident in your level of performance.
You started to slay Orcs left and right while staying close to Legolas.
You would switch from sword to bow every once in a while, but mainly relying on your bow. Orc after Orc after Orc died right in front of you, but there was one that Legolas was struggling with, so you decided to help.
You ran over to Orc and slashed your sword at its leg, making a large cut mark. It yelled in pain, but still fought on. You and Legolas dodged all of his swings and shot your arrows all over his body, but the big boy didn’t give up.
Suddenly an Orc came up behind Legolas, but he was unaware, so you took action. The Orc was about to swing his sword right through Legolas’ head, but you ran behind him and took the hit. You screamed as the sword slashed right through your armor and into your stomach, piercing through your skin.
Legolas finished off the large Orc and heard your scream. He whipped his head and saw you lying on the ground, clutching onto your stomach.
“(Y/N)!” you heard Legolas scream from over the mess. He bent down to you and swiftly picked you up, rushing out of the mess.
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“(Y/N), please stay with me, come on,” Legolas said holding onto your hand. Elves could take more hits than men and their wounds heal faster. Lucky for you, you weren’t an Elf. He tried everything on you, spells, potions, enchantments, but nothing worked. You just accepted the fact that you were going to die.
“(Y/N), listen to me, you are going to get out of here alive, you hear me? I am going to do everything in my power to make sure,” he said starting to break down into gentle sobs.
“Hey, hey, babe, don’t worry about me, it’s just my time,” you started, placing your hand on Legolas’ warm cheek.
“No, no, no don’t you dare say that (Y/N), you can’t,” he said placing his hand on top of yours.
“Hey can you do me a favor?” you asked Legolas.
“Just hold me closer, it’s really cold in here,” you said. He nodded and pulled you closer to him, so your bodies were fully pressed against each other. The warmth of his body sent chills down your spine. He kissed your cheek and snuggled his face into the crook of your neck.
“I love you so much,” Legolas confessed.
“I love you too.” Legolas slowly pulled you away from his body just enough so your faces were centimeters away from each other’s. He inched his face closer to yours until the gap was filled. His soft, warm lips collided with yours and it felt like you were on Cloud Nine. You kissed back with all the energy that you had left in you, as there was barely any left.
The world around you slowly started to fade away and light surrounded you. Your lips left Legolas’ and it started to rain. Either that was rain or it was Legolas’ tears.
You slowly felt yourself being lifted from all the pain that you had been enduring.
“(Y/N)?” you heard Legolas say. You couldn’t see him anymore because your vision had completely diminished, but you could still feel his soft touching and warming voice. He entangled his hand into yours, squeezing it tightly. “I love you, (Y/N), so much.”
You smiled as you slowly drifted into a sleep that you would never awaken.
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