Prompt: They pull you into an alley to steal a kiss.
It was the night in which you celebrated the light of the moon, the feast of Starlight being in full swing; everybody enjoying all the food and wine, dancing to the music that never seemed to stop playing. A smile graced your face for every single moment of it; you did not think you could get any happier than you already seemed to be with the ambience your fellow wood-elves seemed to bring.
Your guard was down, so you let out a yelp as a hand grabbed your arm and pulled you into a quiet hallway when you made your way through. "I have been trying to get a moment alone with you all night," You looked up, finding Legolas to be holding you.
Your hand came down to smack his shoulder. "Do not scare me like that," You scolded him, pouting slightly, before a smile made its way onto your lips as Legolas pressed his to yours. You cupped his face with your hand as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him.
When you pulled apart, he connected his forehead to yours and looked down into your eyes. "I just needed to do that."
After a long period away from each other, he engulfs you in his arms in the firmest, warmest of hugs, his face buried in the crook of your neck and arms clasped tightly around your waist, breathing in your scent as he falls into rhythm with your heartbeat once more.
"Meleth nin," he sighs into your skin with a relief as though the days without you has had him in the throes. "You’re finally home."
You laugh, surprised at his reaction yet secretly delighted to know your absence has had such an effect, but you know yourself to be no better, having clutched his memento every night just to be able to fall asleep. "I’m home, I’m home and I’ve missed you so, my home," you quietly confess.
Legolas’s hands travel along your arm and to your face, cradling your jaw as his fingertips brush along your cheek. He leans in just a breath’s away, nose bumping against yours. "My starlight, it’s been dark without you," he whispers in elven tongue, and it elicits a shy chuckle from you.
"You exaggerate," you say, despite yourself. Indeed, it had been challenging getting used to being alone again for so long, having grown used to Legolas’s constant presence by your side. Being by your lonesome felt particularly peculiar, as though unable to feel the bite of a snowstorm despite smothered in its chill. But arriving home to Legolas was like experiencing the first warm rays of sun after a long dark winter. Your senses thawed, you grasp him as tightly, unable to articulate your own feelings, but Legolas makes up for where you lack, his words carrying both his and your deepest sentiments.
"I feel whole again," his lips graze your forehead, your eyes, your nose and finally claims your lips.
Your heart sings and you follow his lead in a dance you both know well, slow and earnest, savouring the missed taste and presence of the other. Legolas holds you tighter to him, finding your hand to intertwine with his as his other slides against the back of your neck, gently coaxing your head back to deepen the kiss. He’s zealous in pursuing your touch, leaning into you when you cup his jaw, almost breaking the kiss just so he can rest his head fully in the heat of your palm.
A soft, contented sigh escapes him, and a fleeting thought crosses your mind; perhaps it isn’t so bad to go on long missions more often, if it meant coming home to something like this.
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a/n: im back with another!! Thank you for the love and wonderful remarks on the previous drabble <33 it is very encouraging to know that my writings are enjoyed ;;
this one was my first ever Legolas drabble that I’d left in my drafts for forever... It was originally pure word vomit and fluff but i polished it a bit and hopefully you guys enjoyed it! Thank you for reading, and if you like this, feel free to drop a reblog / follow (but be forewarned, I write like,, anything so.. expect the unexpected) but it is all very much appreciated .｡.:*☆ ( ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ
Based off this imagine - Imagine getting stuck in a small place with Legolas and being able to feel exactly how much fun he’s having . I think I might even continue this one. Sorry if it’s too straightforward - I wrote it very quickly, which is against my usual ways.
Hope you like it. In fact, I hope someone reads it, lol.
@oenothera5 May be, you would like to take a look? I don’t know how you feel about Legolas, so sorry.
Feel me.
At least it felt warm.
A welcome change after the ghostly breath of the Hollin Ridge, the icy kisses of the winds, sweeping along the Pass of Caradhras, or the damp chill of the Halls of Moria which you’d stepped into two or three hours ago. A whole life ago – at this point you couldn’t really tell.
You shifted uncomfortably, and the response was immediate.
More tension could only leave his muscles torn, more heat would send him along the road of agonizing Feanor.
His arms were limp along his sides.
You couldn’t but acknowledge it was, all in all, your fault.
You hadn’t been easy on him. Never out of a teasing word, nor short of an offhand touch. You would smile at him when his eyes found yours, a carefully measured curve of your lips, just mild enough, but not at all beckoning. There’d been statements of gratitude and appreciation, a playful joke now and then…and, for the best detail, you’d never failed to show concern for his safety.
In bitter truth, you’d never really meant it.
His perfect presence would unsettle you, and, wallowing in your own insecurity, you’d been set on showing him how little you had thought of it.
Little had you known.
You could strangle Gandalf. And Gimli. If it hadn’t been for them, you wouldn’t have found yourself in this narrow crack in the mine wall, allowing passage from one gloomy hall to another. You would have chosen a proper, civilized corridor, which were, in fact, plenty and numerous in this place. The Dwarves had seen to that.
The never-ending wrangle between the mountain-dwellers and the Fair folk had something to do with your present misfortune, too.
Gimli just had to beat Legolas to the passage, effectively getting stuck in front of you, like a cork in a bottleneck. The Prince of Mirkwood came next, followed by your humble person. The entire flock of the Hobbits rammed flat into you to push you between the rocky wall and the all-too-responsive body of their Elven companion.
And there you were, reaping the fruit that you had sown.
“Gimli!” you called out, the catch in your voice oh-so-obvious to anyone who cared to hear it.
Pathetic.
A lump rose in your throat, as a gentle hand stole over your waist.
“Almost there, lass!” huffed the Dwarf with ungrounded enthusiasm.
Somewhere down the passage a ball of light swelled up, magicked to life by Gandalf, and you ventured to tilt you head up and steal a glance at the face of the Elf, who was towering over you motionlessly.
The look of his eyes unsettled you even more than the look in them. His pupils had shrunk to naught, the pale blue rims around them widening until they were fairly enormous – unproportionately so.
He was hard, so hard against you. You were nearly nauseous with the wave of plain, unmasked, painful yearning, that came off him, and too fainthearted to look away.
“A-ha!”
With an outcry of triumph Gimli wiggled out of the stony trap and moved on, no longer an obstacle in your path.
You flinched into motion without hesitations.
It would be a relief to say you imagined the feeling of stranger fingers, sliding down your spine softly and the sound of blood-chilling whisper in a tongue you couldn’t have been bothered to learn.
Legolas Greenleaf x Reader [PROMPT #19: “on a scale of one to ten, how much do you think they’re going to kill me?” “like a solid 9.5 for sure.”]
Pairing: Legolas Greenleaf x Reader
Prompt(s): #19: “on a scale of one to ten, how much do you think they’re going to kill me?” “like a solid 9.5 for sure.”
Mood/Emotion: shy
Requested By: Anon
“You disobeyed your father,” you said to Legolas, with a slight smile, “We disobeyed your father!”
“I know,” he replies, kissing you gently, “I know and I don’t care because we’re happy now.”
Legolas leads you down the path further into the woods. The two of you had sneaked away, carefully under the watchful gaze of Legolas’ father, Thranduil. In your defence, it had been an awfully boring event and one far too formal for you or Legolas to endure let alone enjoy. And, it may or may not have been your idea to sneak off.
“Do you think he’ll be mad?” you murmur.
“Maybe...”
“Your scary father is going to kill me, isn’t he?” you ask, linking your arm with him, “On a scale of one to ten, how much do you think they’re going to kill me?”
“Like a solid 9.5 for sure.”
“You’re the worst,” you reply, lightly hitting his chest.
Legolas nimbly dismounts his horse, giving it a soft pat as he hands it over to the stable hand, before he navigates the winding streets of the White City, up steep flights of stairs, weaving through fish markets and stone gardens, until he reaches the shopping streets and dips into the jeweller’s store.
You look up at the rattle of the door chime and a smile blooms on your face, as does a warm feeling in your chest. “Legolas,”
“Darling,” he says with a quiet rush of air, like the sight of you has stolen his breath. His smile mirrors yours, and his eyes shine. “My apologies for the wait,” he pads around the counter, peering at your workstation. He touches your shoulder, desperate for the slightest connection to you even while you’re in the midst of work, yet cautious enough of your task at hand.
When you secure the final ringlet to the headband, however, it is swiftly set aside to crush him in your arms.
Almost like a competition, Legolas squeezes you as tightly, taking a deep breath as he presses his face into your shoulder. You do the same, tightening your hold while he waltzes the two of you into the middle of the shop, doing a little spin on the spot.
He smells of fresh earth and jasmine and ozone, but his hair carries the slightest hint of his citrus-scented wash. This tugs at your heart, and you’re suddenly hit with immense nostalgia; brief flashes of memories in Mirkwood, of days spent lounging in bed, sparring and racing one another through the forest’s twisting, ancient trees, and stargazing by those said trees, sometimes falling asleep to her soothing winds and quiet lullaby. Legolas would watch over you when you do, his hands soft on your hair in absentminded ministrations.
You sigh into his neck. “I’ve missed you,”
You can feel his smile, and his hand comes up to the back of your neck, stroking fondly. “As did I,” he brushes over your lips with his own. “My love,” he presses a littler firmer. “My starlight,” Legolas steals another breath, his mouth moving ardently against yours. “Meleth nin,”
You melt against him before you even know it, going weak in the knees when that familiar term of endearment slips past his lips. You’ve ached to hear it for months, imagined it on lonely nights and busy days until finally, your lover is before you, quelling the absolute longing you didn’t know was so intense, until he stepped through the door.
Your eyes are closed, relishing in his warmth when you hear a noise from outside. Cracking open one eye, your face flushes when you see one of your regulars knocking the glass window, a teasing grin plastered into her face. You instantly move away, groaning inwardly with a little wave, and you are already begging for the floor to open up and swallow you whole right there.
“Hello, hello!”
The door jingles, and Legolas turns, naturally placing himself between you and her. “Good afternoon,”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt such a sweet moment,” she giggles, pressing a hand to her mouth. “I just wanted to check on that order I placed,” she gestured, “the hair piece?”
You clear your throat and straighten yourself, going behind the counter to retrieve the package. “Here,” you pass it to her and receive her payment. “Just in time for the festival too,” you add, but her arching grin makes it difficult for you to continue being polite.
“Oh yes,” she glances between the two of you with another sweet smile, “Everyone will be there, it’s going to be wonderful!” she hugs the package to her chest. “It’s about to start! Don’t want to be late,” she turns to Legolas before she leaves, shooting him another grin. “It was so lovely to meet you, I’ll see you two later!”
When the door finally shuts, you groan, cursing quietly, much to Legolas’s amusement.
“She… she’s a bit of a gossip,” you explain, head in your hands. “Always nosying about other people’s lives…” you huff in exasperation. “Oh, she’ll have the time of her life with this!”
“We cannot let her have all the fun.” Legolas grabs your hand and he twirls you on the spot. “Shall we go too? I even brought the tunic you liked,”
You feign a gasp. “You came all prepared! How devious!”
Legolas laughs, pressing a kiss to your temple, gently rocking you sideways in a little dance. “It has been too long,”
You hum in agreement, letting a brief silence settle as you consider the idea of going, of all this time and distance you’ve spent apart, waiting and making do with irregular letters and quiet longing.
You feel the adrenaline begin to build in your veins, and with a firm resolve you twirl Legolas around, catching him close to you. “It is decided! A festival we shall go, and a gift I have prepared, for my princely elf.”
The handmade circlet that rests upon his head is perhaps your finest work to date: Thin silver curling gently in ornamental half ellipses upon his forehead, encasing a small round moonstone in the center, metal curving around it like vines. It’s random moments throughout the night when you dance and drink and laugh yourselves silly until your stomachs hurt, and Legolas has to catch you before you trip over yourself, when the circlet catches the light and reflects the same soft shine in his gaze towards you. It is stirring, and it makes the months of waiting and yearning all seem like a foggy memory, now that you are back in each others arms.
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a/n: more of an idea dump that just kept going until it became this! I am not entirely clear on the city’s layout and have written it very generically but I find it quite fun to come up with things esp given it’s awesome structure?? hope you enjoyed reading it though! (also thank you for all the love on the most recent Legolas drabble ;; <3333)
On difficult days that get the better of you, you return home and simply break down, unable to hold back the frustration thats been building since earlier this morning. It rolls down your cheeks in hot tears that never seem to end. A spell of ranting and a stuffy nose later, you’re cradled tightly in Legolas’s arms, held close to his body as he kisses the top of your head, hands drawing soothing circles into your sides.
The bed is large but you’re huddled up in the middle of it with him, duvet pooling around you like water. You’re drifting through the thoughts and emotions you’ve held at bay the entire day, seeing nothing past your anger and dejection, but Legolas anchors you to him, reminds you he’s there with his soothing gestures.
The crying runs it’s course until you’re spent, and you sink into him, unable to hold yourself up from exhaustion. You let him lay you down, bringing you to rest on his chest. You hear his steady heartbeat, feel the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest in quiet breaths, feel his firm body beneath your anxious touch as you clutch his tunic, sniffling the remnants of your unhappiness away.
Something about his calm demeanour- like an unseen force that calls the choppy waves at sea to rest, returning it to lull gently against the shore once more- allays you effortlessly.
You settle down, pressed into his side while he whispers in Sindarin, soothing phrases into your hair. He tells you you’ve done your best, to empty your heart of your burdens and let them weigh you down no further. That you are now in his arms- think of nothing but him now, as you relent to the grips of sleep, and wake with him where you shall face tomorrow together, him by your side.
You could almost cry again, but your exhuastion yanks you under quicker than you can help it. The last things you hear is Legolas’s dulcet voice, crooning melodies of a familiar lullaby, and with a kiss to your forehead you are under, slipping into the darkness, the claws of the day loosening on you, dissolving into yesterday.
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a/n: hope this lifts your spirits <3 however your day went!
