Imagine overhearing Legolas telling Aragorn his feelings for you
Drabble for: dreamingofbroadway1
Original request: "hello there(:! May I request a Legolas imagine? Reader and Legolas have been together for a while. He introduces you to the fellowship. Merry and Pippin get clumsy/try to impress you when the see you (like a crush). You overhear Legolas tell Aragorn that he wants to spend the rest of his life with you and he is completely in love with you. Can there be romantic fluff at the end? thank you so much!!!"
Pairing: Legolas x Reader
Word count: 2020 (I’m not sorry - longest fic by 17 words)
The valley fell silent as Elrond announced the Fellowship of the Ring. Your eyes were filled with worry as you looked over at Legolas standing within the group, who now looked back at you. Your lips parted and your brows furrowed. Legolas would surely get himself killed. How could he possibly believe that he would be able to take the ring to Mordor?
He wouldn’t be able to, that was fact.
Once the council had dispersed, Legolas approached you. You rose from your seat, his arms snaking up yours in an embrace. He leaned in to place his forehead on yours, but you turned your head. Legolas looked at you with furrowed brows.
Suddenly, Legolas realised. His eyes widened and he almost regretted offering his allegiance to the hobbit. Legolas only held you tighter, from fear you would run away or collapse in his arms. You only leaned forwards and leant onto Legolas’ shoulder, using it as a headrest.
“Do you really plan to leave me?” your voice was but a whisper, yet Legolas caught every syllable with his impeccable hearing. A ghost of a smile passed Legolas’ soft, pink lips. He chuckled at your antics.
“I have every intention to return to you,” he chuckled, “It’s for the greater good.”
“The greater good,” you scoffed, rolling your eyes at his noble self, “Do you not think that a wizard is great enough company for the bearer of the ring? You have hardly seen battle, my love. What if it comes to war?”
“A war has already begun. I intend to take part in its end. Besides, it would do me good to get away from my father,” Legolas laughed softly.
“Your father . . . ,” you groaned, “What shall I tell him? That his treasured son has gone running off on a perilous journey, in the company of a dwarf! Aye, that is what I shall tell him when I face his wrath!”
“He will understand,” Legolas assured, his chin resting on the crown of your head.
“No, he will not.”
“No, he won’t . . .”
You looked up at Legolas, the corners of your lips pulled up into a smile whilst your bright eyes were scowling. Legolas laughed and ruffled your hair. You gasped and in retaliation ruffled his. You scowled at each other before Legolas pulled away from you, his hand still tightly grasping yours.
“Where are we going?” you asked Legolas, looking at him incredulously as he pulled you through the halls of Imladris.
“I wish to become acquainted with my new companions before our journey’s start,” Legolas explained, not looking back at you.
“I see . . . and when do I come into this scenario of yours?”
“Now,” Legolas smirked mischievously and pushed open a grand, ornately decorated door. Behind it was a dwarf, two men, and four hobbits. The wizard was nowhere in sight.
What unlikely company.
Legolas led you to sit down with him on a beautifully carved sofa, lined with lilac fabric. Your palms rested on his thigh, clasped together, and his were slowly rubbing circles on yours in a calming manner. You gazed into each other’s eyes lovingly, not saying a word.
The dwarf looked over at you, scoffing at the two elves. “Who’s the lass, elfling?”
At this, the other company members ceased their talking with one another and snapped their gaze over to the two elves. “I am no mere elfling, dwarf!” Legolas defended, getting agitated towards the dwarf.
“Do not give into his temptations, meleth e-guilen,” you warned, putting a light yet firm hand on Legolas’ chest to stop him from him from attacking, “My name is Y/N, adar dithen.”
“What are ye saying? Do ye offer me insult?!” Gimli shouted all of a sudden, clenching his fists and jumping up in a threatening manner.
“Sit down, my friend. I bear no ill will towards you. I simply called you ‘little father’, consider it endearment compared to the other foul things I could refer to you as,” you said calmly, your lips stretching into a smile.
“Oh, well, in that case, continue!” the dwarf sat back down, cheeks flushed bright red from embarrassment. This earned a chorus of laughter from the rest of the group.
“Pardon me, ma’am,” came a quiet, thick-accented voice, “but would it be okay of me to ask what business you have with our friend?”
Both Legolas and you smiled at how quickly the hobbit, Sam, had welcomed him. You looked over at Legolas, lost for words. What would be the appropriate thing to say?
“We . . . ,” Legolas hesitated, looking back at you. You nodded and Legolas looked back at Sam, “We are in love.”
As Legolas said this, his hands grasped yours in a gentle hold. He squeezed your hands slightly, and you squeezed back.
The Fellowship fell silent as Legolas announced this news. There was hardly squeak of noise coming from anyone in the room.
“What splendid news, mellon!” Aragorn exclaimed all of a sudden, bouncing up from his perch and striding over to the two elves. “Aa' menealle nauva calen ar' malta!”
“Thank you, Aragorn. You are most gracious,” you smiled as the man took your hand and placed a gentle, friendly kiss on it.
As Aragorn returned to his seat near Boromir, you spotted in your peripheral vision as Pippin nudged Merry. He nodded his head, eyes sparkling, to you. “She’s beautiful!” he murmured, underestimating the hearing of elves. Legolas also heard this and gave your hand a gentle squeeze, one look at him and it was obvious he was amused.
“It is as if she is a star herself,” Merry replied, his eyes transfixed on your flowing Y/H/C locks and smooth skin. You coughed, feeling rather awkward upon hearing the hobbits, and stood up.
Smoothing down your dress, you said, “I must go and find Arwen, I haven’t spoken to her in what feels like an age!” Aragorn perked up, his eyes boring into yours. A thought crossed his mind, he would have to leave Arwen once more.
As you left the room, the words of hobbits were still ringing in your ears.
Later in the day, when the cover of night had fallen on the valley, you found yourself stood like a mighty queen overlooking her kingdom. Instead, however, you were simply taking in the beauty of the woodland and waterfalls of Rivendell.
A musical chime rang throughout the valley, a melody ringing in your ears. A harp had been strung in a nearby hall, music filling the air, accompanied by a melodic voice. You sighed in content as you watched the water below you, thundering down a large cliff to slam harshly into the sharp rock that stood out at the bottom.
Your ears twitched as the sound of footsteps neared you. Your skirt clung to your legs in the breeze, and the voices of the new arrivals drifted towards you. It was the two hobbits, Merry and Pippin.
The music changed slightly in the nearby hall. A violin and a flute had entered the song, changing the pace rapidly. It became a tune that was seldom heard in any of the Elven kingdoms, and you knew it was either by the will of the hobbits, or some kind elf wanting to make them feel more at home.
“Good evening, Lady Y/N!” the cheery voice of Pippin chimed from behind you. As you suspected Merry stood beside him. “It’s a wonderful night, and what wonderful music!”
“Yes, it is,” you agreed, smiling at the young hobbits.
“Do you dance?” Pippin asked all of a sudden, causing Merry to elbow him in the stomach for being so blunt.
“Not to music like this, I am afraid,” you told them with a sorry smile. Pippin’s face fell.
“Well, my fair Lady,” Merry chirped in, “Watch us and learn.”
All of a sudden, the two hobbit began dancing in a very strange manner. They kicked their heels and bounded up and down. Their curls bounced on their heads and their arms waved about. Yet all of it was in an organised manner.
“Is this how all hobbits dance?” you asked incredulously, your curiosity finding the better of you.
“Not all, m’lady. We created it, you see!” Pippin announced proudly, sticking his chest out. Merry scoffed and rolled his eyes.
“Oh, did you? Well, we elves created dozens upon dozens of the most graceful, most elegant and most impressive dances still used today!” you countered, teasing the hobbits.
“None as marvellous as the Brandybuck Boogie though!” Merry raised an eyebrow tauntingly.
What a strange name for a dance.
“I have never heard of it,” you told them, “Would you like to demonstrate?”
And demonstrate they did, never failing to make a fool of themselves.
By the time they had finished, the hobbits were weary and ready for bed. You parted ways with a smile still on your lips. You turned and wandered through Lord Elrond’s halls, your bare feet padding on the smooth floor and barely making a noise.
You were so silent, in fact, that you managed to sneak up on Legolas and Aragorn.
“She is one of the fairest elves I have had the pleasure of meeting,” said Aragorn to his elvish companion, his face lit up by the moonlight.
“Aye, she is. Yet it is not her appearance that makes me love her so,” Legolas sighed with a contented smile as he thought of you.
“I can imagine there are many things,” Aragorn too sighed as his thoughts drifted to Arwen.
“Indeed. Her smile never fails to brighten my day, her voice is more melodic than the finest melody, and she is the kindest soul to ever grace Middle-earth. I would gladly give her my heart, my soul, my everything. I am utterly in love with Y/N, I cannot deny my feelings. After this drama is over, if I come back at all that is, I intend to wed her and spend the rest of my days with her,” Legolas let out, his face lit up with the broadest of smiles, “She is perfect for me, and I would do anything for her to stay with me.”
Upon hearing this, you had to lean yourself against a pillar to keep upright. Your heart fluttered in your chest, thudding in your ears. You had always known of Legolas’ feelings for you, although the only things he had ever really said were along the lines of ‘I love you’.
You paid little attention to the rest of the conversation, nor your surroundings, so it was quite a surprise for you when Legolas rounded the corner to find you clutching your chest. He looked at you with furrowed brows, much like he had earlier, before you launched yourself towards him, wrapping your arms around his neck.
“You’re not leaving me, not now, not ever,” you pulled back to place your palms on his face. Your noses almost met and your sweet breath mingled with his fresh breath. Without warning, you slammed you lips to his.
If any elf, like Elrond for an example, were to cross you and Legolas at this moment, what you were doing would surely be considered as scandalous.
Yet you didn’t care.
Legolas had no problem complying with your wishes and worked his lips with yours. “What’s brought this on?” he said as soon as he got a chance to breathe.
“I overheard your conversation with Aragorn,” you admitted, pulling away slightly so you could talk.
“You did?” Legolas gulped, eyes widening.
“I never knew you felt that passionately for me.”
“Y/N, my feelings for you are stronger than they have been for any other in my entire time on Middle-earth. Only the Valar themselves could pull me from you, and even then, they’d have some trouble,” Legolas declared.
“Nan Aear a Geil! I love you, Legolas Greenleaf!” you yelled, your voice ringing throughout the halls of Imladris. You had never felt so happy in your entire life. You prayed to the Valar that Legolas would return safely from his journey, for you could not wait to be wed.
