The Night in Ithilien
Legolas x Reader ONE SHOT— a quiet night, soft comfort, and a little magic in the air.
The forest was quiet. The wind moved slowly through the trees, and the stars above shined gently. You sat alone beside a small fire, wrapped in a blanket, listening to the night. But sleep would not come.
Your mind was too full. Too many thoughts, too many feelings. Even though the war was over and the land was safe, your heart still felt heavy.
Footsteps approached, light, careful, almost silent.
You turned your head, and there he was, Legolas, the elf from Mirkwood. His long hair moved like silk in the breeze, and his eyes shone like starlight.
“You are awake,” he said quietly.
You nodded. “I can’t sleep.”
Legolas sat beside you on the grass. He looked up at the stars for a moment before speaking again.
“The stars are bright tonight. They shine more clearly in this land now.”
You looked at him. “Does it help? Watching them?”
He smiled softly. “Sometimes. The stars are old. They remind me that all things pass, even sorrow.”
You didn’t speak. The warmth of the fire touched your skin, but it was his presence that truly comforted you. Just knowing he was near made your heart feel a little calmer.
After a while, he asked, “Would you like to walk with me?”
You nodded, and he stood, reaching out a hand. You took it.
He led you through the trees to a quiet place where the moonlight fell on a patch of soft grass. Fireflies moved slowly through the air, glowing like little stars.
“This is my favorite place,” Legolas said. “It is peaceful here.”
You sat down beside him, lying back to watch the sky. He lay next to you, close but respectful, letting the silence rest between you.
After a while, he spoke again, softly, like telling a secret.
“When I was a child, my mother would sing me songs of the stars. She said they would guard me while I slept.”
“Can you sing one?” you asked, your voice barely a whisper.
He did not answer with words. He began to hum, low, gentle, and beautiful. It was a melody that felt like a soft river or wind through high trees. You didn’t know the meaning, but you understood the feeling.
Safe.
Your eyes began to close. The sound of his voice, the smell of the trees, the cool night air… it all wrapped around you like a warm blanket.
And just before sleep took you, you felt something soft brush against your hair.
“Rest well, meleth-nîn,” he whispered — my love.
And under the stars of Ithilien, in the quiet of the forest, you finally slept, with Legolas by your side. ----- gif cr: @/serpentstyles
