Okay I'm asking more of a headcanon ! What would Legolas reaction be to see a past lover of his (who disappeared just out of the blue) working alongside with Sauron? 🤔
Bittersweet ~ Legolas Headcanon
A/N: I am finally BACK!!! It has been AGES UGH!! I feel revived and I finally know what my problem was LMAO :( Easy, I was just only working on requests and not on anything I wanted to write on my own. Felt like I was only working to satisfy others and not me as well… But now that I took a big BIG break I am back and will slowly ease into a comfortable schedule of requests and my own ideas :) Anyway I AM SO SORRY THIS IS SO SHORT!!!! I still struggle with like headcanons and such and I feel like I always kinda fail but ngl one can only gain a new skill or improve it by trying so LETS ROCK THIS HAHAHAHA
Summary: Request: hiyaaa i have another legolas fic ideaaa! You write him soo well. How about reader who hasnt slept in a while and always offers to take watch. Legolas ofc notices after a bit and demands she doesnt take watch that night... Read Rest Here
A/N: Another one for my fav elf. Thanks always for the requests!!
Pairing: Legolas x Female Reader
Word Count: 3.1k +
TW: General LOTR triggers, anxiety, fear
Throwing out your bedroll you knew it would be a useless effort trying to sleep as it was so dark out. The stars were hiding behind a thick layer of cloud that had other plans for the night. The further along in the journey to Mordor the more your anxiety grew. Ever since the group was attacked by orcs not long back you couldn’t seem to fall asleep at night. You were left to sleep during the small breaks the Hobbits needed or when you got to sit on the horse.
The attack was weeks ago now. The lack of sleep and the constant moving was really starting to get to you. You’d do anything to be back in Rivendell under the elves protection. One of those elf beds would feel immaculate in this moment.
“I’ll take the first watch.” You yawned, speaking to the group as they huddled around the fire trying to keep warm.
Legolas looked up to you with skepticism in his eyes. He was the most observant of the group. He’d noticed you slept less than he had ever since the ten of them left Rivendell. He didn’t know you well. You’d come accompanying Boromir, but he quickly grew a liking to you. You were quiet and reserved, speaking only when you thought it was needed and always helping. Even him being an elf didn’t negate the fact he found you quite striking for both a non-ellon and a human altogether. That and you were far more intriguing than any other creature he’d come across in all his years across middle earth. How had the thirty-year-old mortal done that to him? What were you doing to him?
Legolas was a far departure from his father, King Thranduil, who had a disdain towards the human race. Instead, Legolas found humans, you more so, absolutely fascinating. How much the race managed to cram in their short lives. It exhausted him at the thought of what mortals went through. But it was their normal.
“Aye Lassie. Why don’t you let Legolas take the first watch. You’ve been up quite a bit, yeah?” Gimli spoke up after Legolas had confided him in of his worries over you. Usually, you were chatty and upbeat, but that personality Legolas had looked forward too had vanished all too quickly.
“Oh, it’s all right. Really. I’m not terribly tired.” You lied. You were exhausted but sleep just wouldn’t come.
Legolas shook his head, “I insist, Y/N. You’ve taken watch nearly every night for the last few weeks. You need a break.”
You bit your cheek trying to bite back your usual sharp tongue. He was just trying to be kind. Little did he know he was doing the opposite of what you wanted. You craved a distraction from the darkening thoughts in your mind that drove your fear and anxieties through the roof.
You gave up after a few hours. The snores of all the males around you irritating you more than soothing you too sleep at this rate. You got up from your bedroll and walked down the path to find Legolas. You knew he’d be displeased at your arrival but truly, you could not sleep. After a few moments of wandering in the dark it was he who found you. He had the advantage of being an elf and all.
“Whatever are you doing awake mellon nin?” It was like he appeared out of thin air startling you more than you wanted to admit. You spun around look up into his ever so blue eyes that shone bright in the darkness. Somehow they were striking even in the dead of the night.
“I said I could not sleep. Gimli’s snores are bothering me. I needed to be away.” You sighed in frustration.
Legolas took your hand like he had so many times before. You tried to ignore the way your heart raced at his touch. Needing to get over it, it wasn’t uncommon to have to touch or pull or shield another person or creature in the fellowship from time to time. It didn’t mean anything; it was just how things were. Legolas could never like a human like you. You’d be gone in the blink of an eye. It was probably funny for elves, little mortal crushes that they likely forgot about after some time.
“Come sit.” He pulled you down with him at the base of a large tree. Once you’d settled down beside him he continued, “What bothers you?”
You weren’t really going to tell him. That was far too embarrassing. You were supposed to be a fearless Ranger of Gondor. You’d been hand selected to travel with Boromir at request of his father, Denethor II. How could you deny such an honorable request? A female hand selected? You had a job to do, and you were going to do it well. Even if it quite literally killed you.
Instead, you shrugged, “Cannot sleep is all.”
Legolas wasn’t going to accept that as your answer, “Why not mellon nin?”
You turned your head to look at his, “I don’t know. Sleep has always been hard for me.” It was a lie even Legolas could see right on through.
He was quiet for a moment before pressing on a bit further, “You view me as your friend, no?”
You’d known him for a few months now after departing from Rivendell and naturally you’d grown close to him the quickest. Boromir was always a comfort as he reminded you so much of home, Minas Tirith. But Legolas brought out a different sort of bliss that drew you too him. He was funny, witty, sarcastic, and so different than any other elf you’d met in your almost thirty years in middle earth.
“Of course, I do Legolas. Why do you ask?” Maybe if you played dumb he wouldn’t press.
But you were wrong, “You can talk to me about what is bothering you. I have noticed you have been… off.” He paused looking over to you to see your reaction. Your eyes widened slightly at his realization of you sudden change. You should’ve known he would notice. He was far more observant than the common male you usually found yourself around in the mortal world, “I am worried for you mellon. I have not seen you smile in weeks. When was the last time you slept through the night?” He asked hoping you would open up to him for once. Legolas had found you to be particularly hard to crack. Most Rangers were but you didn’t seem like you’d ever budge. You’d been trained to be a stone wall and you were excelling at it.
You looked down feeling suddenly guilty for making him worry about you of all things. There were so many things that his attention needed to be on, not you and your emotions, “I cannot sleep. Not at night at least.” You yawned feeling the exhaustion overwhelming you, but your mind would not shut off even as you begged it.
Legolas nodded, motioning for you to continue, “I know this.” He said without judgement.
You let out a small sigh knowing you’d just have to tell him. He was never going to stop, not now, “Ever since the orc’s attacked us. I can’t seem to sleep. My head will not let me Legolas. I try, trust me I try so hard. And I am so tired. So tired I am afraid I have become a liability. What good will I be in battle if I can hardly handle my sword anymore. I am weak and tired and…” You felt the tears overwhelming your vision as you let it all out. Once the words had started it was like a waterfall had come out of your mouth.
Legolas ran a comforting hand up and down your back as you let it out. You wanted to run away from his touch as you had so many times before. You were a Ranger. Rangers had solo lives. You couldn’t get attached; it wasn’t fair to anybody let alone you. But damn, as his fingers traced up and down your back you knew you needed it. This life was lonely, and you were terribly touch starved. It felt so good. You knew his touch kept you from spiraling further into your own mind. Thankfully, the tears subsided before a full-blown anxiety attack took over your emotions.
Once your sniffles subsided he spoke up trying to continue to provide you the needed comfort, “I will let no harm befall you mellon nin.” He gave your shoulder a squeeze hoping it would provide you some additional comfort you needed. Legolas was no expert in elf emotion let alone human woman ones. But you seemed to be responding to his gentle advances positively so he concluded he must have been doing something correctly.
You sniffled knowing you probably looked awful under the tears that had slipped out. It had been so long since you cried. Not when you learned your mother had passed. Not when you’d been stabbed many times over training and being a Ranger. No, now when Legolas had finally got you to open up to him after months of trying.
“You cannot promise that Legolas.” Your voice sounded horse after letting more out than you had intended.
His eyes narrowed in on your puffy cheeks, raw from the crying, “I can, and I do, Ranger of Gondor.”
But you shook your head in response, “I do not wish to ask that of you Legolas. You need to look out for yourself and the Hobbits.”
“And you.” He only cocked his head to get a better look at you. He wasn’t shying away from the conversation like you were. It had become too difficult to look him in the eye at this point. You were too mortified by the breakdown and the now defense that was stemming from it.
He was as stubborn as you were, “Legolas you…”
But he stopped you by placing a hand on your arm, “I do not wish to offend. But you can hardly hold up your sword any longer. Do not think that has gone unnoticed by me nor Aragorn. You cannot protect yourself let alone Boromir. Not until you let yourself rest.”
You looked away once again in shame. Thinking you’d done an excellent job at hiding these exact ailments. Words were suddenly hard as you failed to come up with a sentence. What was the best way to admit how scared you were to sleep. How embarrassing for a literal Ranger. If anybody were judging, thankfully for you, they chose not to say a thing.
“As I said, I do not wish to offend you.” He said once more, this time a little softer as he dropped his hand from your arm leaving you aching for that touch that seemed to come so rarely these days.
“Hardly.” You swallowed your breath and took the moment to finally look at Legolas once again. He was studying your exhausted form before his icy blue eyes landed on yours. While you knew you couldn’t see him as well as he could see you, your eyes finally adjusted to the darkness. He was a vision even coated by the darkness of the night. You’d never been particularly fond of elves. You had always found them to be far too prim and proper for your rough lifestyle. But Legolas defied all your expectations by being exactly what you hadn’t expected him to be.
He let out a sigh knowing you weren’t going to say anything further, “Will you try to sleep?”
But you shook your head, “No. It just frustrates me. Laying there, listening to the rest of them snore away.”
The elf next to you contemplated something for a few moments before finally saying something, “Go grab your bedroll.”
“What?” That was the last thing you expected him to say.
“You will sleep here.” He spoke as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
There weren’t many excuses you could make as you just shook your head in disagreement, “I cannot do that…”
“Why not? I will help you sleep.” He stood from his spot offering a hand out for you to take. With slight hesitation you let him pull you up from your seated position on the base of the tree with a small pull.
“I do not wish to burden you with such small problems. We have much larger problems at hand is all.” You spoke out your final fear. Why should he care? All of middle earth was relying on your group to make it to Mordor to get rid of the ring. What was a little lack of sleep when orcs and evil could be ruling the world if they were unsuccessful.
His head snapped to yours with nothing but concern. An emotion he’d been wearing as he looked over you as of late, “You are not a burden. You are never a burden. It is a burden to see you not sleep. It is a burden to see you so weak when you are so strong. It is a burden that you have not come to me sooner mellon nin. Go get your bedroll and bring it here. I will help you sleep.”
Snapping your mouth shut you simply nodded to him, “I will be back momentarily.” Walking with haste you walked like a dog that had been kicked by its owner. Legolas had never been so outright with you before. You are never a burden… what had he meant of that?
When you had gotten back to him, very momentarily, he had already cleared out a space for you to sleep. Without saying much more you got into your bedroll knowing that sleep would be hard to come by, even away from the snoring of the males. Even getting all your fears out into the world you still knew sleep would never befall you.
“Close your eyes.” Legolas sat next to you being sure to keep his senses heightened as he helped you.
But before you did you needed to know one thing, “Legolas?”
“Yes?”
You turned your head towards him, “What did you mean I will never be a burden?”
He smiled a touch at your unusual vulnerability peeking through, “Exactly that mellon nin.” He began to brush through your knotted hair gently. His mother did this so many times when he was young to provide a sense of comfort. With the utmost gentleness he brushed out the knots from the long days of travel and lack of being able to wash, “I care for you very deeply, you know that. You are never a burden. You are my…” He paused wanting to say more but knowing it was not the right time. He was trying to get you to sleep not confess is true feelings, “friend. And I care for you. We care for you. We need you to care for yourself now.”
You hummed knowing he was right, “Okay. But… I am scared. Sleeping brings the terrors I cannot hide behind any longer.”
He shook his head continuing to stroke your hair, “I will fight them away. Fear not. Close your eyes. Trust me.”
You nodded closing your eyes beneath his gentle touch. Even as stubborn as you were his soft touch through your hair was already lulling you into a state you hadn’t seen in nearly three weeks. His tender touch was almost enough to lull you into a hopefully dreamless sleep. When he started softly humming a tune you’d so rarely heard you knew sleep would overcome you shortly.
“Thank you Legolas.” You mumbled unsure if the words were even coherent in your sleepy state.
“I will be here you when you wake, mellon nin.” He continued humming and brushing through your hair even after your breathes evened out letting the ellon know you were finally asleep. He continued to have his touch on you throughout the night knowing it was what your needed to feel safe.
When your eyes were hit with the sun the next morning Legolas had kept true to his word. He was sitting beside you with his eyes on your waking form. You’d have been more embarrassed by his eyes on had he not spoken up before you could.
“How did you sleep?”
Scooting to sit up next to him you gave him a quick nod, “Very well. I do not believe I woke up once. I feel… good.” Giving him a smile that he had so rarely seen form you as of late he grinned in return to yours.
“Good. We will do this again tonight.” He stood offering his hand to yours.
You took his hand once again relishing in the closeness the two of you were having so ardently over the last few hours, “You must sleep too.”
“Do not worry about me. I have had plenty. With you taking every watch as of late I have been able to rest.” He smirked knowing you wouldn’t have a good enough comeback for that one.
“If you insist…” You wanted to give him an out. He didn’t need to care for you. To watch over you. He had other, much more important, things to worry about.
“I do.”
Deciding it best to pack up you just looked to him after, “All right then. We will do this again tonight.”
He nodded with a small smile playing on his lips, “I have forgotten how agreeable you are once you have slept my lady.”
Your mouth dropped open at that backhanded compliment that came so naturally to your elven friends, “I am not that bad.”
He shook his head mindlessly placing his hand on your back guiding you back to camp as you were distracted by him, “Just less stubborn is all.” His grin only widened seeing you crinkle your nose up trying to come up with a comeback but coming up short.
“You test my patience elf.” You spoke with a hint of sarcasm coming from within. As much as he tested you, you needed him far more than you could imagine. He’d become somebody to lean and rely on. Somebody who could be there for you when it was so often the other way around. He promised you’d never be a burden to him.
He laughed that beautiful sound that made your heart race, “And you mine. But, I would have it no other way.” You shut your mouth as the two of you made your way to camp where the eight of them were sitting, waiting on the two of you. He must’ve let you sleep longer than normal because they were all awake and ready to go. But seemingly unfazed by your appearance with the elf. He must’ve done or said something. Making true to his word. You would never be a burden.
~ this scene takes place after Gandalf’s fight and “death” with the Balrog. Here, you are the daughter of Gandalf ~
His gaze hardened when he saw the state you were in. Not from anger, but from the aching of his heart. You were crouched down, hands in face, and wailing quietly to yourself, body shaking in grief, as you dealt with the loss of your father, Gandalf. The heroic scene did not fill you with admiration in the moments you saw him face the Balrog. Instead, panic had set in, and it took all the strength Legolas had in him to keep you away from the danger.
Now, he was faced with watching his secret lover in pain, unsure of what to do, as he was not blessed with showing empathy, nor providing comfort.
Aragorn, being the only one in the Fellowship aware of the romance between you two, approached Legolas, and placed his hand of his shoulder.
"Go comfort her, I will take care of the rest".
The somber mood of the company already was a source of privacy, but eyes could still see, and ears were still listening. The knowledge of your relationship was not one to be shared, as the circumstances were inapropriate, and unsurity of life and death was too prevalent.
Yet, in the pain of desparity that paralysed and numbed your heart, you still felt the gentle touch of Legolas' hand press against your shoulder, then pull you back into his arms where he held you silently and firmly.
His mouth pressed close against your ear, and his comforting words seeped into your mind, and his touch was a support. Yet the poison of your grief continued its course into your soul as you turned around to embrace him.
You stayed in that position for moments, your face pressed up against his neck, and he felt the tears fall down into his shirt, and the small and short convulsions that took over your body. He was saddened too, but felt as if your pain worsened his. He placed one hand against the back of your head, and the other around your shoulders.
Time passed, and the reality of the future set in, so the rest of the Fellowship began to stir back to life, and collect themselves. But they did not have the same relationship to Gandalf as you did, and at this point, your sadness was only worsening. Gimli was the first to notice this scene, which looked so intimate that he felt embarrased, although there was nothing sexual or private about it. He paused, and looked again, unsure of what to do. He turned to Aragorn, who noticed Gimli's gaze almost immediatly. But there was nothing to be done to prevent him from knowing more, so instead he went to help Legolas bring you back to your feet.
Next the Hobbits noticed, then Boromir. Another phase of melancholy fell onto them, but within this sadness, bittersweetness, as they witnessed how two new lovers could provide each other such comfort, on such a level it was unseeable, silent, but felt so intense, that it could be shared with passerbyers.
And in this moment, unaware of the gazes of those around, you found yourself in Legolas, and he in you. In all this grief there was still something to keep you going. Another type of love. One to help mend the loss of the other.
Nothing gets to me in this forest that you call home
-} Legolas x male!reader [or GN if your uncomfortable but its mostly gonna be male]
-} Warnings: spiders | gore | reader manipulating legolas (slight) | power dynamic |
-} Summary: Legolas and all other Sindar elves have heard the legend of the elven sorcerer, but they are so much more then legolas has expected.
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`This was the Greenwood the Great. But that was in the past, what good memories I had here. And this will be the exact place I will be exiled in for the next 10,000 years of Middle-Earth.’
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Ever since the Sindar elves have resided inside Greenwood, they have been very connected to nature in a way. As they expected the one who created them blessed them with it. Little did they know it was not Illuvatar who created but it was who gave him the power to create such blessed beings. Someone way more powerful, and yet was an outcast among the gods.
IF they were ever told the truth of their creator, none of them would believe it. As they have been this way for the thousands of years. And yet, their arrogance only grew over the years.
As any other elfing at his age, his curiosity was at its peak. He has heard the legend of the elven sorcerer that once served Mordor, and exiled its self in their forest.
Thranduil always told him if he went looking for the one that resided in the darker side of the forest, he would never return to the palace again. He would be snatched away and never heard of again.
As a elfing he believed it all as he was scared to be gone from his Ada’s side, but it changed over the years.
As if he were man, as he matured over the years he grew to think back to stories that Thranduil used to tell him.
He thought his father was just trying to scare and keep him out of the forest but now that he is fully grown and the fact Thranduil barely pays any attention to him anymore, he went into the forest only with his bow and arrows trying to see if the legend and stories were real.
But little did he know, and the deeper he walked into the forest the dizzier he got.
He has been through these paths thousands of times when taking out the spiders so why is it now that he is feeling unwell.
‘What is happening to me?’
He thought as he continued to walk, was it the forest or was it him. He continued to follow down the path that was made long time by his kin, but after a while he came to a stop.
This was the first time he has seen this on the path, the path divided into two, one was the one that they normally used but the other led somewhere unfamiliar.
The path ahead was turned into a dark corner of the forest that no one or rather elf has explored, that way was forbidden to everyone by King Thranduil.
“Only the ones that had death wishes would go in there, if you do not wish to die a most painful death then walk the right path.”
Legolas thought back to his father’s words, but right coming all the way out here was to achieve exactly the opposite of what his Ada and the rest of his kin would do. And that was to avoid the area at all costs.
He refused to back down, he needed to see if the legends were true. If they were, could this elven sorcerer that was a god once revive their forest? He needed to see, or at the very least try.
He walked into the darkened part of the forest, not know a pair eyes was laid upon him. Watching his every move.
“Hey! Over here!”
He looked around confused to who just spoke to him. “I’m going crazy aren’t I….” He continued to walk deeper into dark forest.
Legolas did not realize the purple smoke that surrounded him, messing with his mind. “What..is this…”
“Hehe, aren’t just a cute little elf that decided to wander into the parts of the forest that you weren’t supposed to go into. Let’s see if you make it out alive..”
The headache grew on Legolas, and soon he collapsed.
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The young elf woke up confined in webs, trying to move his limbs around only to find they were stuck to his side from the webs.
After moments of struggle, he finally reached one of his smaller blades and tear the webs apart.
But that seemed to catch the spider’s attention realizing that they’re prey was about to get away, moving they’re long legs to try and catch up to Legolas.
Legolas being fully awake jumped and ran expertly through the trees, avoided the attacks that went towards him and shooting arrows whenever he can. But one spider caught him off guard as it bumped into him and knock him into the ground below the trees.
‘Take him to me. Alive.’
The spider closed in on Legolas as he begin to back up, the spider bit a part of his clothing and dragged him to a opening.
Legolas looked ahead to see where he was, he saw a house covered in leafs and moss. The spiders retreated back into forest to where they came from, while he was left there to handle whatever came out of the house. But the next thing that happened left stunned.
A black smoke came out from under the door, surrounding the young elf once again and messing up his mind. The smoke then turned into a male elf.
“who are you.”
“I’m Legolas Thranduillion….coming here to find the elven sorcerer that has been exiled in these woods.”
The male elf that was standing and slightly towering over him curved around him in a curious way. “To find me? What gave you that idea Son of Thranduil?”
Legolas stumbled a bit before speaking. “Our forest is sick, I hoped to find you to help us.”
“And what makes you think I’ll help you?”
“I’ll….do whatever it takes….”
“Oh really? Let’s see how long you’ll last.”
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Legolas woke up in a cold sweat, looking at his surroundings confused to where he was. Realizing he was a cave like house which is not one he recognized at all, he put up his guard immediately just in case if anything were to jump out at him he could be prepared.
He saw his gear, well at least his bow and arrows in the corner of the room. He took them and went through the only door that led to his room.
Running through cave like hallways in this cave like system, saying he was already lost was a understatement at the moment. For all he knows this place could be massive, as he didn’t have a map of the place he could just be going around in circles.
He continued to walk around until he found a room that had a candle that was lit, that meant someone could be around or was around a while ago. This gave him hope as he walked through without another thought.
That was his first mistake.
Rule number 1: never walk into a room that has a candle lit.
He looked around confused, it looked to be some sort of lab. There were papers scattered everywhere, test tubes filled weird substances that seemed to be under experimentation and were dangerous to say the least. Different reports around the walls, the blackboard filled with images and writings to prove the evidence that was found. Along with question marks and circles around different images and writings.
He saw a different door that possibly led out of the room and into another hallway. But this looked different.
The hallway held some sort of aura that was to make someone uncomfortable with the atmosphere around them.
Legolas walked through the hallway, seeing this one was very long and had more color and details on the walls. This possibly led to someone’s room or office. As the young elf walked through this hallway, he realized on the walls there were many different paintings and they have been covered with cloths. As to prevent anyone even the owner and creator to see their greatness.
Getting to the end of the long hallway, he opened the door. That was his second mistake.
Rule number 2: never open a door at the end of a detailed and fancy hallway.
He walked in anyway and realized this was someone’s office along with two doors that led to the bathroom and bedroom, the three rooms that were connected were all luxurious. If you didn’t think about it being in a cave like system, you would think you just walked into a palace.
As Legolas walked through, a glass panel decided to break as if alerting him about incoming danger. But luckily he got that warning. And went back the way he came.
That was his final mistake.
Rule number 3: never turn back, that would lead to your death
Running from the office, back down the hallway but now all the paintings have been revealed to him. He stopped to look at them as if they told a story of middle-earth and of Arda that no one knew.
One showed four people, or rather four brothers standing together. While another showed the One Ring being worn on multiple people’s hands. While the one from the beginning of the hallway it showed a tree. A willow tree that was white as the branches connected certain people. This was a painting of the relations of Valinor. To show the gods, as they connected to the one that ruled over this entire world. But some of the ties were broken as if they were never supposed to exist.
Legolas looked at it for just a moment before he renters the lab once more.
But this one time he was stopped but something or rather someone. You.
M/n stood there, in the far side of the lab. Clipboard in hand as he wrote information down with his quill. But he already sensed Legolas’s presence in the same room with him.
Legolas tries to sneak past him. Keyword: tries.
“I know your there Legolas, show yourself.”
The elf prince was stunned, no one has ever found when he was being stealthy so could you?
“If your wondering how I know you are here, come out and I’ll tell you.”
Legolas closed his eyes and spoke slowly. “And how can I trust you?”
“Because I was the one that brought you here, if I wanted you gone I would have done so already.” M/n whispered next to his ear.
Legolas turned around shocked as he didn’t realize how he moved that quickly.
“How did you…”
“I’m a god darling. You really shouldn’t try.”
“A god…so your the elven sorcerer? If your a god than prove it.”
“Or what?”
“I’ll stab these into your heart” Legolas threatens with his arrows.
M/n quirked a brow before laughing.
“Do you actually believe those tales? How foolish.” M/n then disappeared into thin air.
Legolas looked around confused before he felt a pain in his side. Kneeling down, holding the Side that was kicked while M/n towered over him from behind.
“Is that anyway to talk to your new Master Legolas? Or should I say servant?!” M/n yelled the last part.
“What do you mean by-”
“When we were outside I asked you what you were doing here and you said you wanted me to cure your forest. And you said you’ll do whatever it takes. So, if you still me to cure your forest. Become my servant and serve me, depending on your performance I’ll think about saving your home.”
Legolas looked down, not knowing what to say to that response. He couldn’t.
For the first time in his long life, he was truly speechless.
“Well let’s how you do than. What do you say pet?”
Legolas didn’t know how long he had been in his room. He knew the sun had set and risen more than once since Gimli last visited him, but he hadn’t kept count. Someone from Aragon’s staff had knocked on the door at some point asking whether he would like to join his friends for supper. He had remained quiet until the hesitant knocks had died down. After Gimli had left him to his thoughts some few nights ago, he had moved onto the bed, preferring the way the soft material felt under him- almost like nothing at all. The stone floor was cold, especially at night, and had almost started to feel wet, as if someone had spilled water on the floor and it had started to seep through his clothes, merging with his body, making him fluid. Fluid enough to simply melt through the tiny cracks on the stone floor and disappear. Like the dirt that ran down the stony streets on Minas Tirith on rainy days, he would be washed away and eventually end up drowning in the s-
Legolas closed his eyes tightly and focused on directing his thoughts at something else. The material under him was soft yet tangible and most importantly, dry. He tried to think of the trees, brown and green, firmly planted on the ground. The harder he tried, the more the green seemed to turn into a pale blue, and the wind that gently shook the leaves carried a salty smell that was foreign to the woods of Eryn Galen. At last, the trees were starting to drown in the powerful waves invading his mind and he snapped his eyes open, rapidly blinking away the moisture that his treacherous eyes had produced in his distress.
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