#leolas

[heyosoul]

Not particularly proud of it but I did a quick doodle of @dilfsona 's Leolas! Very pretty very pretty I did something simple for coloring and everything. Might redo this properly another time!

[emberchii]

look at these two good boys

[ivyadrena]

gimli/legolas fairytaleish bunny

i just got a brief flash of classic fairytale/mythology-style gimli/legolas fic, but idk it's kinda random

like, legolas is out in the forest (dusk 'til dawn, because one of the flowers/berries/whatever required can only be picked at night) searching by lantern-light for just the right supplies to weave the royal family's new crowns for the spring, and he hears the most beautiful, deep voice he's ever heard singing nearby

but no matter how long he searches, he cannot find the owner of the voice

he comes back every night and searches, to no avail. eventually he gets the person to reply, but they will not reveal themselves no matter how much legolas begs and pleads - a different reason is given each time (too shy, time to go home, bad hair day, whatever), but each night they end up talking for longer and longer, learning more about each other. the owner of the voice even helps him find key materials for the crown that have been particularly difficult to locate in the dark.

each night, legolas convinces them to come a little closer - until one night, they're nearly close enough to touch as they sit with their backs against the thick trunk of the wise old tree between them. legolas wishes aloud that his friend would sit by his side, but he refuses to abuse the fledgling trust that has bloomed between them.

and then one night, his friend doesn't show up. nor the next, or the next. his friend had mentioned an important event coming up soon, so legolas waits, sure that his friend will return. time passes with no word, and he despairs - what if something terrible happened?

and then legolas is called before his father and king, and told that he and his elder brother Laerophen (shut up, headcanon is headcanon :P) are to attend an important diplomatic summit in erebor, the nearby kingdom of dwarves with whom they have had strained relations with in the past.

legolas worries that while he is gone his friend will return to an empty forest and think himself abandoned, but he must do as he is bid. so with a sorrowful heart, he weaves a small basket of willow and places within it  zinnia, tarragon, and honeysuckle wrapped in a braid of his own hair and leaves it at the base of their favorite tree as a hopeful token of the burgeoning feelings he had only come to fully realize in his friend's absence.

and so he arrives at erebor with his brother and a small retinue of diplomats and advisors. the talks are split between being extremely dull and engagingly fascinating, but legolas finds it difficult to muster any enthusiasm, mired down by thoughts of his missing friend. he even begins to fancy he hears his friend's voice amid the loud, crowded halls.

still, he is a representative of his people and thus tries his best to contribute. many of the dwarves accept his occasional distraction as elvish flightyness, but others are troubled by it; the summit is very important for both their peoples.

finally one of the dwarf king's retinue is able to corner Laerophen during a break, and when lord gloin expresses his concerns, he is surprised when the prince admits that his younger brother has been heartsick as of late, though legolas would not speak of who had caused him such grief. gloin commiserates, for his own son has been acting strangely, often disappearing from erebor for hours until the preparations for the summit demanded all his attention.

a special dinner is to be held that night with much music and entertainment planned, and the elven party bring out the formal wear for the occasion, both princes wearing the spring crowns legolas had spent much time creating.

the princes are at the high table due to their status, and by chance legolas is seated beside lord gloin. hoping to distract the young prince from his sorrowful thoughts, gloin rhapsodizes about his family and how proud he is of his son gimli, who was to perform a song that night. legolas cannot help but be charmed by his enthusiasm, and the two start talking - with laerophen butting in once to tell a rather embarrassing story from legolas's childhood.

finally the music begins, and legolas's breath catches at the first deep, familiar notes that seem to fill the vast room. upon the wide stage surrounded by musicians stands a stout dwarrow with rich red hair and a braid of pale elven hair clasped around his wrist.

[nerdswithvaginas]

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