Warnings: implied-ish smut ??
Note: I wrote this about a year ago and I realized I hadn’t posted this (aLso: soz if this makes you cringe, I wrote this when I was an angsty 14 yr old lol:)) ((this was meant to be a two part imagine thing but I didn’t get to writing the second part o o ps)
The stars seemed to shine brighter than (Y/n) had ever recalled. As did the moon. The moon was in full, vibrant, and was tinted with a light glow. The sky was illuminated by the copious amounts of stars along with the moon and exposed constellations with an occasional shooting star. Not even a blind eye could mistake this as just another night.
There she sat, gazing and admiring the view. After a reasonably long week of training, and getting rarely any rest or sleep for that matter, she decided on gazing amongst the stars in search of relaxation. And relaxation it brought.
A curious elf watched her from afar, indulging her delicate figure bathed in moonlight. She was still clothed in her training uniform, though it only managed to make the site more alluring to his eyes. A thought provoked his wondering mind. And something else, was it...arousal? He decided to break the calm and peaceful silence.
"Why do you linger? The forest is at it's most unkempt in the late hours of the night." Legolas questioned softly as he approached her. Though he was enjoying watching her form gaze upon the stars, he was always deeply concerned for her wellbeing.
She averted her gaze from the sky to him, acknowledging his presence. The faint light from the sky shone down onto him, outlining his toned features and strong form. She could have sworn he was one of the descendants from Valar. Feeling a deep blush claim the flesh of her cheeks, she could not be gladder that he couldn't see it due to the darkness of the dim atmosphere.
"I have not been able to properly appreciate the sky during the night, and now that everything is in front of me, I cannot feel bothered to leave." She answered, averting her gaze back to the sky, hoping he had not been watching her gawk at the stars, presumably looking like a fool this whole time.
"Then it is my duty as Prince of Mirkwood to accompany you to appreciate this fine night." He stated with fake haughtiness before perching himself beside her, knees touching.
Her eyes lit up with confusion at the thought of him wanting to join her. She turned to him, giving a small smile. The quiet of the forest was unbelievably perfect, and the calm Prince perched beside her only added to the scenery. She remembered a few nights back when she was reading a small passage in a book she had found in the usually deserted library.
"Love is not found. Nor should it be sought. Love is already here, therefore you cannot attain it, for you already have it. Tis only when you realise what is right in front of you, is when you know. What you choose to make of it, is entirely up to you."
At first, she was at a loss for what to make of it. Confused, she left the passage to linger inside the ceaseless abyss of her mind, deciding half-heartedly to contemplate about it another time. But now, she knew. She did not need to spend the rest of the week pondering about the small passage because she understood enough.
(Y/n) loved Legolas, she was sure of it. It poked her heart when she pondered the thought of him loving her back. Usually ending in her in a forlorn state, knowing well that it could never be. Firstly, he could never love her back - there were many other fine and well-suited elleths to choose from. To her, she wasn't even an option for him. And secondly, his father would never approve. She was only but a mere guard belonging to the Mirkwood regiment, and nothing more. The thought quaked her being with sadness and hopelessness.
(Y/n) retracted her gaze back to the sky, forgetting all about the reason why she came here, regretting even thinking about the mere concept of love. The sky was now dull to her eyes and only managed to remind her of the loneliness that awaited her wherever she went. She felt her face scowl at herself for wallowing in her self-pity, feeling incredibly stupid.
"Are you alright, Mellon?"
Her heart surged painfully at the term of endearment he addressed her as. Mellon. He saw her as a friend, and nothing more. It is foolish to waste your time feeling sorry for yourself. It is also foolish to hope for something as unlikely as him loving you back. (Y/n) frowned at the unwelcoming thoughts that filled her mind. At least he is kind enough to ask about my well-being... She thought gratefully, feeling her heart swell lovingly at his fondness. Another thought entered her mind. Had he been noticing her crestfallen state? Has he just now noticed it or had he been aware this whole time? Her mind began to fill with anxiety and a small hint of embarrassment. Telling him the truth was not an option, so she decided on telling him she was fine. Reserving her emotions from others was something she constantly found herself doing.
"I'm fine...just a bit tired I suppose." She replied convincingly, even working up a yawn.
He continued to stare at her with an expression she could not put her finger on. It was entirely unfamiliar to her. His eyes were soft and caring and his lips were open in the slightest, his breathing calm and he held a collected demeanour. She envied the way he always seemed calm, whereas she was a constant mess of emotions that would combust spontaneously, whenever and wherever.
"Then perhaps I should guide you to your bedchambers, so you can rest...and maybe change into a more comfortable attire." He suggested with a smile, though it seemed more like a statement.
She couldn't believe what she just heard. Did he want to walk her to her chambers? She felt as if his words were a joke and he would fall into a fit of laughter any second. Though, that didn't stop her from slyly nodding her head.
He stood up, and reached out his hand, gesturing her to grab it. She blushed for the umpteenth time and grabbed his hand. Warm, soft, and welcoming, the only words she could use to explain his palms.
They made way back to the palace, quietly walking through the forest. Legolas would occasionally steal quick glances at her, her doing the same. Their hands seemed to become intertwined through the whole, short journey back to the palace. Her heart raced and her face reddened whenever he would squeeze her hand, as a sign of anything that was not platonic was all she could hope for.
Soon enough, they arrived. Legolas felt a slight surge of disappointment when he realised he would eventually have to release her hand and bid her goodnight.
They entered the palace and guided each other to (Y/n)'s sleeping chambers. Legolas released her hand when they entered, much to both of their dismay. He did not want to be seen holding her hand, but he could not bring himself to release during their short walk, knowing well that he would have to face his father's wrath they did actually get spotted. His father often spoke of Legolas needing to find a marriage in noble Elleths. He knew his father would never approve of Legolas and (Y/n) courting, or even forming a public, platonic relationship. They were friends, yes, but Legolas yearned for something more. He always felt a twinge of jealousy whenever he found her speaking to another ellon, and made sure to assign her to him during their frequent scouts or guard posts. He was sure he held a strong type of affection and admiration for the she-elf, a part of him wished for him to ignore the feeling, and to find love elsewhere. For the sake of his father and the sake of not being disappointed and heartbroken when he found out she did not share the same affection, he felt toward her. Legolas was sure (Y/n) felt nothing but a friendship between them, which tugged at his heart whenever they addressed one another as 'Mellon'.
They made it to her sleeping chambers, unseen and rather quickly. They both knew it would not end in a positive result if they had been spotted so closely together. Suspicions would rise and the wrath of the Elvenking would ensue. (Y/n) flinched inwardly at the thought of the Elvenking, she was not scared of him, but a great sense of intimidation was appointed towards him. Yet another reason she felt the relationship between her and the prince ceased to exist, Thranduil would never approve, regardless of the love they held for each other. (Y/n) shook her head, 'do not kid yourself,'
Legolas was a friend, and nothing more.
She turned to him, relishing his being for the last time, as of the night. Legolas began to escort (Y/n) into her bedchamber, much to her confusion, and closed the door.
"Before I depart for the night, I wish to speak a few words with you," He stated.
She nodded and felt the ghost of a smile cloud over her lips. Though she was greatly perplexed as to why he wished to speak, the fact that Legolas had been wanting to discuss something with her had been enough for her to comply.
He held both of her hands and gazed into her eyes, speaking sincerely, "the first time we met, I thought it was mere infatuation, but now I am constantly finding myself thinking of you, yearning for you, needing you."
Staring into his eyes with disbelief, she waited for him to continue.
"Over the time I have come to know you, I have fallen deeply and helplessly in love with you. I am well aware of the consequences of my actions, but I cannot bring myself to take heed of them." He smiled softly at her.
A moment of silence, and she felt her insides melting. She could not bring herself to reply, to tell him how deeply she loved him. She stood there, gaping slightly at the tall prince who stood in front of her.
He averted his gaze to the floor. "I understand if you do not share the same feelings as I."
Legolas released her hands, only for her to quickly grasp them. Earning his hopeful gaze, (Y/n) finally replied, quietly but enough for his elven ears to hear every word.
It sounded more of her choking it out. She felt the heat rise to her cheeks, and she also felt an immense wave of relief wash over her. She finally said it, and Legolas was there to hear it. And he loved her back. She felt as though it was all a dream. Perhaps she had fallen off of the tree she was perched on moments before and was merely unconscious and her imagination was simply running.
His smile. His amazing, enchanting smile, brought her to reality. His fingers reached up to stroke her cheek and drew loving circles upon the heated area. Legolas leant in and bent down slightly. It was almost comical, but she was too immersed in the moment to chuckle at the awkwardness of her height compared to his.
(Y/n)'s heart was beating at an insanely rapid pace within each second he brought himself closer to her. She complied without a second thought and begun to push herself towards him as well. She knew she wasn't dreaming, she wasn't making this all up, and it was real, so very real. The moment Legolas placed his lips onto hers, her worries diminished.
Their lips moved as though it were a mere arrangement of a dance, and the heated session of their lip locking grew more passionate within each second.
Her hands upon his cheeks and his arms wrapped around her figure. It all felt so right, as if Eru himself had arranged this very moment.
Legolas pulled back only for a few seconds, for both of them to regain a much-needed breath. His eyes holding pure love and nothing else.
"Melamin." He whispered, leaning in to continue with the passionate lip locking. His hand reached for the door, locking it. Valar, if anyone had happened to walk in on this. He did not want this moment to be interrupted.
(Y/n) began leading them to the bed, the heated make out session still in full. He immediately followed on and gently laid her down. Her fingers were tangled in his flaxen hair and slid down to his neck. She pulled away from the kiss. His senses were quick to cover him, and he felt his better half beginning to lecture. Guilt covered his features. He did not want to ruin anything they had gained in the past few moments by being so brash and making her do something she did not want to. He could never. He would never.
"Perhaps I have gone too far tonigh-"
She cut him off, by closing the space between their lips, and kissing him hungrily. Something unfamiliar inside her had awoken. She knew Legolas had bedded elleths before. How could she not, when the maids would boast of how well endowed and experienced he was. (Y/n) inwardly chuckled at the thought, for she had not known anything of the subject, save for the basics and common knowledge.
Legolas felt their shared kiss become enveloped in lust, and he knew what she wanted the moment he returned the kiss with just as much yearning.
But, just to be completely sure, and because he was a gentleman (gentleelf). "Are you sure, Melamin?" He murmured between kisses.
She smiled at his endearment. "As sure as I'll ever be."
That was enough for him. The arousal and concealed lust he felt earlier in the forest had reappeared with a fiercer and more powerful feel.
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