Legolas is a full time model and a part-time podcaster with two of his best friends.
He models for Thranduil's company. He is one of the few that would be feature on the company's website and walking on the runway sporting different outfit.
If he gets the chance to, he likes to give the design team ideas that he came up with.
On his podcast, he and his friends talk about a variety of topics. This includes gaming, fashion, pets, and much more.
They often have guests join them on their podcast. When they do, they explore a wider variety of topics.
For the podcast, they do an audio only version and a video version of it.
His typical style for clothing is bohemian. He is very fashion forward, so he also likes to mix and match styles.
He drives a Cadillac Celestiq.
He owns a spacious, cozy apartment. He has two British Longhair cats.
Being the temporary ward to Legolas would include:
Him eying you with contempt: Despite saying nothing, he’s offended about being put into such an unfavorable position. Nevertheless, the Elf resolves to see to the task since it was the deathbed request of an honorable friend.
Him refusing to acknowledge your presence: Despite your numerous attempts to formally introduce yourself, Legolas does not pay you any mind. In fact, he behaves as if your Guardian is the only person he can even hear. Once it is explained that he is to escort you safely to The Order, he nods. “Have no fear, old man. I shall get the package to its destination.” Obviously, you take great exception to being referred to as “the package”. However, you say nothing and go along quietly.
Limited verbal exchanges and lots of silence: As the journey begins, he mostly points to things. Only when you are riding too slowly or doing something he considers dangerous, does Legolas bother to speak. He also refuses to laugh or engage in any banter. Thus, the travel through Rhialla Woods consists of forest sounds and your singing. (Much to his annoyance.)
Aggravated looks: Each time camp has been set for the night, Legolas keeps his focus upon the firepit. And though you forcibly regale him with tales of your childhood and hopes for the future, he remains silent. But the Elf’s curt looks lets you know that he’s still paying you mind.
Arguments: Though the tone of his voice remains calm, Legolas does not mind telling you to be quiet. But when you disregard those pleas, he eventually resorts to speaking his mind. Mostly, about how he would rather be doing anything else but escorting an ingrate human. Of course, your temperament is far worse than his. Thus, things always devolve into an argument of sorts. With you doing most of the talking and ranting.
Frustrating training sessions: Though Legolas does not truly wish to do so, he resolves to improve your Archery skills. Not because you asked, but because he cannot bear to watch your improper form. Typically, things begin well; with him showing you all manner of techniques. But he always tires of your attempts at conversation. “These are lessons in Archery, Y/N. We are not friends.”
Irritation at your behavior: Whenever you reach a small village or township, Legolas typically wishes to pass through. But once in a while, he permits a day or two of rest. Because according to him, “Humans are weak and cannot survive outside of their so-called comforts”. Despite these words and attempts to keep his distance, Legolas constantly stares in your direction. Especially when you chat people up at the Inns and Taverns. “Y/N, you are a peculiar mortal. Your kind should not engage strangers so readily. It is dangerous.”
Fights about using your Powers: After burning your palms severely whilst attempting to conjure a ball of fire, Legolas berates you. Not only because you could have started a blaze in the forest, but because you could have drawn unwanted attention. “You are a chore to watch over! The day I hand you over to The Order, it shall be a relief.” But despite the harsh words, Legolas begins foraging for herbs. As you sit in silence, he makes a paste that he promptly applies to your wounds.
Unexpected affection: With the journey nearly halfway through, Legolas’ attitude only gets worse Thus, after an entire day of misunderstandings, you decide to feign being asleep to avoid him. But as you lay with the furs halfway over your head, you realize he’s watching. After some time at the riverbank, Legolas eventually returns to the firepit and sits beside you. To your amusement, you then feel his finger upon your cheek, moving aside a leaf that had landed. Unsure of what to do, you keep your eyes closed. But you instantly realize that the Elf does not hate you as you had believed.
Being ambushed by Blood Riders: Passing through the Valley of Bones is not for the faint of heart. However it is the only way to your destination. But despite all efforts to avoid danger, you and Legolas find yourselves beset by a ghoulish horde. Though you are outnumbered, the Elf easily keeps you safe. But eventually, you are separated from his side. As he watches in horror, you conjure a massive fireball. And despite your apprehension, you manage to set the flames upon the creatures, turning them to ash. After Legolas finishes off the last few with his arrows, he walks over with an expression you have never seen. “I thought I lost you, Y/N.”
A budding kinship: Though Legolas is a creature of few words, he becomes more agreeable after the skirmish. And soon, he even begins inviting you to sit beside him at night. Especially when he is perched upon a cliff overlooking the world. And in time, you take a liking to the scenic wonders the Elf decides to share.
A tense ending: With the journey basically over, the evening at Forester’s Inn is the last hurrah. Because the next day, Legolas would deliver you to The Order, freeing himself from his duty. But despite your excitement, the Elf is in no mood for drink. In fact, he leaves you to your conversation with some locals. But after some time, he returns, grabbing you by the wrist as you and a young man are dancing. When you ask why you cannot enjoy the Spring festivities, Legolas stops walking. “Y/N, you can see your fellow humans anytime. Or do you not wish to see the falling stars?” Naturally, you decide to leave with Legolas.
A twist of fate: After riding through the Deadwoods, Legolas dismounts. He then insists you remain with the horses as he continues to The Order. But when you ask for his reasoning, the Elf sighs. After declaring that the sect is honorable, Legolas adds that you must still be cautious. Thus, he leaves you at the forests’ edge. After some time, he returns and stares a while. With glee, you jump to your feet, asking what had been said about you. To your utter dismay however, Legolas shakes his head. “They are not keen on novices. Especially Pyromancers. The danger is too great. Thus they only wish for the most skilled to enter training.” Naturally, this confuses you. Because how could one hone such skills without The Order. But just as you were on the verge of tears, Legolas takes your hands in his. “We have the greatest of Pyromancers in Lindon. You shall learn from the best.” Though worried about living amongst Elves, you nod slowly. After all, you had no family to speak of anymore. So Legolas was actually your only friend. “There are no need for tears, Y/N. I shall take care of you.”
Notes/Warnings: All the fluff!! Unless you count those gorgeous elvish eyes as a warning lol
You had joined the fellowship in a less dramatic way than the others. Gandalf approached you in your home months before inviting you on an important journey. He had been very mysterious about the whole thing, only telling you how vital your assistance would be and that you needed to meet him in Rivendell in a few moon cycles.
When you finally arrived the fellowship was gathering their belongings in the night and preparing the horses for the journey ahead. You approached quietly as not to spook the beasts.
“Lord Aragorn,” You spoke up.
The dark haired man turned to you. “And who might you be?”
“I’m (Y/N). Gandalf sent for me to-”
“Gandalf,” Aragorn shook his head with a light chuckle. “Full of surprises, that one. I’ll go let him know you’ve arrived.” Aragorn parted with a gentle smile and a nod of his head. As he passed Legolas, the elf became curious, sensing he had a task to complete.
“Where are you off to?” Legolas inquired.
Aragorn looked back your direction with a smirk. “It would seem the old wizard has some more tricks up his sleeve.” He left with that.
Legolas’ view of you was blocked by the white horse you had rode in on. He could hear you speaking soft encouragements to your horse and the sound of your fingers gliding over the steed’s braided mane.
He stepped closer and took the reins pulling the horses’ head to the side. When he first laid eyes on you his breath caught in his throat. The sensation was strange to him but the sight of you kept him from dwelling on it. A soft breeze allowed the moonlight to hit your face just right and your eyes turned to diamonds.
You looked up at him and offered a soft greeting. “Hello.”
Your voice was heavenly to his ears. “Hello,” He replied in awe. “May I have the honor of knowing your name, Vanima.”
You blushed, knowing elvish enough to understand what he’d called you. “Well, it isn’t ‘beautiful’.”
“It should be.” He charmed. He took your hand and brought you close enough to kiss your cheek. “Name or no name, I am blessed to meet you.”
You smiled and took a step back, placing yourself back beside your horse. “My name is-”
“(Y/N)!” Gandalf bellowed and grinned. He pulled your attention from Legolas and wrapped you in a hug. “I’m so glad you made it. For a moment I thought perhaps you’d changed your mind.”
“No,” You reassured him. “I’m happy to accompany you,” You glanced over your shoulder and caught the spark in Legolas’ expression when he saw your eyes on his. “I think this journey will prove beneficial indeed.”
Submitted by our friend the lovely presciousssssssss @deihara, who’s super amazing at writing, celebrating the fact that we reached 200 followers!!!!!!!
‘This is a Legolas x reader fic and it is a gift for my lovely Reggie and El.’
Every out-breath was a spit, every new inhale required an impossible effort. Your heart seemed to beat in every single part of your body, drumming furiously against your skull and your throat was dry. Your legs moved almost automatically as your gaze jumped from tree to tree, making sure you didn’t bash against one of them. You ran as quickly as you physically could, a mess of a hair bouncing at your every step. The faster – the better; the further – the safer. There was no need to check for your desperate pursuers for they surely were right at your heels, waiting for you to lose your pace and give into the numb pain.
Unexpectedly your tired legs were caught with a hidden root and you tripped over, barely lifting your hands to protect your face. One second. That was enough for you to see your life flashed before your eyes. Lord, it was not the best life. You swallowed your own angry growl as you put all the force into your arms only to shoot up and start running again. Self-pity could kill and you had no time for that anyway. The chase would continue as long as you could stand, to the very last moment. Fighting was not an option: unarmed injured female against two grown male sounded more like a sentence. You kept going, your feegetting heavier with every leap and jump; leaves and mud being knotted in your hair and stuck to your clothing.
Maybe, stealing from those angry lords was not your best idea, but to make a living you had to take every chance. This time it turned out badly, you couldn’t possibly predict it, right? You started to slow doiwn, panting and swollowing chaotically. You have no more than a few seconds left.
“Pretty, just give up!” you heard a shout behind you; way too close. “There’s no escape!”
As soon as these words left the mouth of your pursuer, your ears slightly twitched as you heard a whistle. An arrow came flying, barely missing your head and reaching its true aim. You heard a roar of pain behind you and slowed down to check on the hunters. One of them held his now bloody shoulder and glared at you, coming to a stop.
A young man with long light hair exposed himself after hiding behind one of the trees, taking you by surprise. You stood there mesmerised for a second, shamelessly staring at the stranger. His long fingers were wrapped around a bow of some fine material, a second arrow pointing at your enemies; tension in his shoulders ready to shoot. You swallowed hard as his luminous eyes stared you down. His lips curled in some kind of hidden self satisfaction and he lightly nodded, returning his gaze to the two runners.
Breaking out of your trance, you shook your head and bowed your thanks before catching up on the speed you lost. Moving further into the dense forest, you turned around to steal the last glance at his graceful posture and green clothes. Soon he was out of your sight. What a fortunate encounter.
***
A few hours later on the exact same day, you found a shelter in a fishy looking tavern near the main road. To celebrate your own miraculous escape, you placed some shiny coins on the counter and ordered a drink. Or maybe two. Not every day you risk your life, so you might as well enjoy that nearly pleasant evening. Light blush filled your cheeks as your shaken body was warmed up by a fire place and unexpectedly strong ale drink.
You lazily observed the tables opposide tha bar maid’s corner were you seated yourself. The public in the place was surprisingly loud and vivid that night, you even spotted how a small fight started between two drunk customers. A door swung open, letting in some cold air and a talk caped figure. Amongst the filthy beasts of man that filled the tavern, this guest moved swiftly with a pridefull posture. To your suprise, the man moved in your direction and took a chair right beside you. A bow was hanging on his back. He didn’t need to take of his hood for you to guess who he was, but when he did you found yourself short of breath. Long platinum hair flowed down his shoulders, barely covering his elf ears and cheekbones. You coughed on your drink just to earn a chuckle from your new acquaintance.
You frowned slightly, but immediatly curled your lips into a smile.
“My, my, let me at least by you a drink,” you offered hurriedly, “The least my savior deserves.”
You weren’t quite sure if that was alcohol speaking or young man hypnotized you with his eyes and stunning looks. A bit of both, probably.
“No, you must pardon me,” he bowed his head slightly and squinted. “But I would like to know why you were in such a hurry in the forest and who were the men chasing you?”
You just stared at the elf for the whole time. Sure, rumors had it and elven-kinds looked beautiful. Focusing on your own hands you decided to cut the inappropriate behavior.
“Young ladies often go out to search for some trouble,” you averted your gaze, just to notice that your companion was getting some attention from the other females in the room. “And when they find it, there’s only one way out – to run.”
The archer appeared to be satisfied by your little monologue and now was ever so slightly studying your face. In one quick movement, his hand came in contact with your hair and you could feel his fingers entwined in your locks. You gasped and raised your eyebrows in surpside. The young elf didn’t seem to notice and pulled his hand away holding nothing more than a small leaf, an innocent grin on his face.
“I guess, I will take my leave now. I have wasted enough of your time,” you shrugged your shoulders uncomfortably and stood up.
“Wait, who are you?” The elf left his seat and found your eyes, standing in front of you. You found it slightly pressuring, because he was taller than you, but tried your best to keep an eye contact and not get lost in his orbs.
“A bit of this, a bit of that. If you need me, my gentle savior, just ask around for [name],” you exaled heavily from embarrassment, “And now I own you, so we must meet again sometime for me to return the favour.”
“Indeed you do, fair [name],” placing hands on his hips, agreed the elf. “I will be looking forward for our next encounter.
***
And so you left, dark night devouring your little figure. Who knows how you would react if someone told you that the pleasant stranger was no less than Legolas Greenleaf, the son of Thranduil. This, however, would be a totally different story.
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