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maximwtf · 1 year

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Hello person- I must say I love reading your lil fanfics always keeps me busy when It's in the middle of the night and I can't sleep lmao.

If I may, if you are still accepting requests- A Legolas x reader, where the reader isn't aware of a custom that elves have about braiding their hair and basically just accidentally confesses to him when they get bored one day and just start braiding his hair and only finds out when the Fellowship congratulates them for confessing or something along those lines hehehe

Legolas x reader

words: 1930

google docs pages: 3

warnings: none? fluff :D

opening: One day while you’re bored, you begin to braid Legolas’ hair, unaware of its meaning to the elves. It’s only later, when you find out the message behind it.

AN// Thank you so much for this request, love the idea! (this also gives me a reason to not write the other ideas I've been putting off xd) idk if this is a little ooc, but I hope it’s okay^^ It’s also lovely to hear that you enjoy my work!^^ Reader can be any gender !

“A time for congratulations?”

It hadn’t been long since you had joined the fellowship from Rivendell, like most of the others had too. The only one you knew better than the others was Legolas. Him you had met more than a few times in the past, mostly as an accident, but you did genuinely enjoy his company. You’d never admit it to anyone in the group, but you were happy that he had been the one from Mirkwood to join. You heard it had been his father who had suggested befriending Aragorn to him, and it was when Legolas had begun to look for Aragorn that he had met you. Aragorn you had only met a few times, and back then only knew him as “strider” like most. The others you had only met when the Fellowship had been formed, but all of them had seemed okay.

Now, trailing behind Legolas, you examined your surroundings silently. Old trees with roots going all across the forest blocked the view on your right and on the left only a few trees were growing, enjoying the sun they were able to get. The trees on the left casted dark shadows on the almost non existent road you were walking on. Gandalf had seemed to be very certain that there was a trail going here, but you weren’t so sure. But since no one else had doubted him, you had decided to just follow along. At least you weren’t going to get lost alone.

As your gaze moved from left to right, amazed by the sturdy old trees, being able to stand for such a long time, you noticed Legolas turning to look at you for a moment. It was only for a split second, but it made you humm to yourself. Perhaps he was happy to see you too. It was rarely that you could spend more time with him, mostly just short bump ins every now and then. He was a prince, and probably had a lot to do.

The group seemed to have noticed the darkened shadows of the trees, and decided to set camp for the night. The sun seemed to be setting, making the casted shadows even darker before the sky would begin to follow along. Spreading the darkness of the upcoming night all over.

You had agreed to take the first watch shift of the night before anyone could steal it from you. You’d rather stay up late and go to sleep than wake up in the middle of the night to take your turn. Boromir and Gimi seemed to have collected some bigger pieces of wood and some sticks that Aragorn had been able to set on fire to create a campfire. Legolas, you and the hobbits helped to bring some rocks and logs around the fire so everyone could sit. Sam had requested if he could make something to eat, and surprisingly enough no one had disagreed. The start of the night seemed to be going smoothly.

As Sam had begun to cook some kind of a soup or a stew, everyone else had spread around the fire. Some were fixing up their weapons and others just talking. You swore you had seen Merry and Pippin bothering Boromir too. You on the other hand had found a spot close to the fire. Most of the ‘seats’ had been taken, but that just allowed you to sit closer to the warming flames of the campfire. Legolas had seated himself near you. You could hear him lowering his bow and the quiver against the log he was sitting on. Other than that and the quiet talking, the only noise you could hear was the mixing of the soup Sam was making. Sometimes the ladle would hit the edges of the saucepan, causing a small noise to break the silent gaps.The moon was only a half, but since there weren't a lot of clouds in the sky, it was able to shine its light all over the forest. At times it felt like time had stopped after the sun had started to go down, and was still shining some light over the fellowship. It was only the cold night air that let you know it indeed was almost time to go and rest.

You shivered under your clothes, pulling the cloak closer to you, making sure it was properly over your shoulders. Something rustled behind you, and soon another cape was placed over you. A small ‘huh?’ left your mouth as you turned to look who it was. Legolas clipped the front clip shut so the cloack wouldn’t fall off of you. “You seemed cold.” He said, smiling slightly as he sat back down. “I- Thank you.” You said, still confused by the gesture. “Aren’t you going to be cold?” You then asked, feeling bad if he’d have to freeze because of you. The elf laughed lightly at your question and shook his head. “Elves can tolerate the cold better than humans, therefore you should keep it.” He explained to you.

You had never really thought of how different you were to him. Sure, you were friends with him, but you had no idea that the elves could tolerate the cold better than humans. Maybe you’d find out something else about him as the fellowship continued. This had to only one from many things that made elves so different from you.

You noticed that the faint light of the moon made his almost white hair look magical. The usually well braided strands of hair had opened up from the fighting the group had gone through with a few orcs earlier that day. You had noticed that the prince usually kept his hair well done, but maybe he hadn’t noticed yet.

Not being sure if you’d embarrass him if you pointed it out, you got up and sat next to him. You weren’t an elf but you had gotten your hair done before and over the years learned how to braid hair in different styles. So without another word, you took a hold of one of the half opened braids and began to undo it completely. Legolas seemed to have tensed up for a moment and you felt his eyes on you, but to your surprise he soon turned his gaze away and let you continue.

You braided the first strand of hair, pulling it behind his ear the way you’d seen him usually have them. After starting to fix the other one, you felt another pair of eyes on the two of you. With a quick look you found out who it was. Aragorn was sitting on the other side of the campfire with an amused look on his face. Not understanding what he had found amusing, you kept on working on Legolas’ hair. The prince’s hair was smooth and easy to work with. Humming to yourself, “you have lovely hair.” You said quietly, seeing the man shiver, but saying nothing about it. You were enjoying the moment, getting to feel closer to your friend for once. The warmth of Legolas’ cloak and the fire kept you warm and protected from the gusts of wind. The smell of the soup Sam had made was good, and it felt great to know you were going to be eating something that not only would taste good but also would be warm. You felt like you had only been eating bread and apples for such a long time.

You finished the other braid and mixed it in with the unbraided parts of his hair. “Both are fixed again.” You hummed mostly to yourself but out loud so Legolas could hear it too. You felt his eyes on you for a moment before they moved to Sam, when he handed the both of you a bowl with some steaming soup in it. You thanked the hobbit with a nod, and began to eat. From the corner of your eye, you caught Aragorn telling Gimli something and them both silently laughing. Trying not to pay no mind to the conversation, you couldn't help but to wonder if it was about what Aragorn had found so amusing earlier?

After that night, many more passed. Some worse and some just as good, but what kept everyone going was the mission and the people in the fellowship. Legolas never mentioned anything about you braiding his hair, and he even let you do it once or twice after. But after every time, it felt like more eyes were on the two of you. It was first only Aragorn, then Gimli joined and soon even Gandalf was in on it. At times it felt like even Legolas knew what was going on.

After some time of you being oblivious of what had been going on, you decided to bring it up. You had so many theories of what they could have been up to, that you just had to find out. Making your way from the back of the group to where Legolas, Aragorn and Gimli were, you prepared yourself. “What are you hiding from me?” This got the attention of the three, all of them slowing down their walking speed a little. “Whatever do you mean?” Legolas asked, giving Aragorn a quick look, almost as if he was trying to tell the man something. “You all clearly have been sharing a rumor or something along the lines of that.” You replied, but didn’t get an answer from anyone for a moment. “You should tell them.” Gandalf’s voice rang from the front of the group, clearly also aware of what you were talking about. “It isn’t a rumor per say.” Gimli started, looking at Aragorn for a moment, hoping he’d take it from there. You saw Legolas look away, not taking part in the conversation. “We wished to congratulate you on confessing to Legolas.” Your eyes widened for a moment, and without even wanting to, a “what?” Left your mouth. “They weren’t aware, Aragorn.” Legolas finally joined in, looking at his friend. “What is this all about?” You tilted your head. “When you braid his hair. See, to elves it has a significant meaning behind it.” Aragorn tried to explain. Your hand traveled over your mouth, clearly shocked. “And you didn't think to tell me?” You blushed slightly, smacking Legolas’ arm lightly. He stopped, taking a light hold of your hand to pause you as well. “I wanted to explain it to you but I found that..” He tried to look for words for a moment, and you let him. “I found that I cared for you that way, and I wasn’t certain if you had found the meaning yourself...” His eyes met yours again, after traveling for a moment. You stayed silent, not even noticing that the rest of the fellowship had also stopped near the two of you. “But I am aware that I should have told-” Legolas broke the silence but you stopped him before he could finish. “It’s all okay. I feel similar.” You admitted, looking away for a second. “Is this a better time for congratulations?” Gimli’s voice asked from behind you as Aragorn walked closer as well. “Yes, yes it is.” You smiled and turned back to Legolas. His eyes looked at you with admiration in them. “Gi Melin.” (I love you)

#lord of the rings #lotr #the hobbit #th #x reader #lord of the rings legolas #lotr legolas #fanfic #fanfiction #lord of the rings x reader #lotr x reader #legolas greenleaf #legolas greenleaf x reader #the hobbit legolas #legolas beloved #legolas x reader

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elfdyke · 2 years

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every single elf who sees Gimli and Legolas thinks of them as "the weird elf prince and his dwarf boyfriend" but to the dwarves they are "Gimli The Sex Symbol and his cringefail elf boyfriend"

#im obsessed with them your honour #lotr my beloved #lotr #gigolas #legolas #gimli #lotr gimli #lotr legolas #legolas x gimli #gimli x legolas #lord of the rings

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megalomari · 11 months

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some ??? moments from the hobbit movies that make me laugh

#The Hobbit #Thranduil #Bard the Bowman #Bilbo Baggins #Thorin Oakenshield #Tauriel #Legolas #thorin my beloved i think you might need glasses #legolas im sorry i laughed at your trauma dumping but it was so sudden asdfghjh #and thranduil is just. a softie... kind of? idk he's so interesting to me...

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spooksicl-e · 1 year

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pov you’re gimli

#an art trade with my very very beloved friend chloe #@ swedenis-h ily #fun fact i was one month shy of two years late to completing my half of this art trade #i promise i’m not usually so awful #these mfs are hard to draw ok!!!!!#my art #the @ is my insta #fanart #fanartist #lotr #lord of the rings #aragorn #legolas #aralas #if that’s your jam ig #gen #viggo mortensen #orlando bloom

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coveredinsun · 3 months

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gimleaf has me giggling & kicking my feet but mostly giggling because elf jewelry is so dainty and stringy and elves are like “why…. this jewel contains light reflected off the river which flowed between the two trees of valinor…..” while dwarves are like “want to see me put this 80 karat diamond into my beard”

#shoutout to my followers for dealing with the gimleaf spam #thought of this while watching the coronation scene of rotk #i laughed so hard at my own joke i had to pause it #sorry my beloved friend maverick berdlypilled im just hilarious.#lotr #gimleaf #gigolas #legolas #gimli son of gloin #lord of the rings #tolkien #gimleafposting

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cornerful · 2 months

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The DRAMA

Éomer: *suggests that Galadriel might be anything less than the coolest person in the whole world*

Gimli: Don't talk about things you're too stupid to understand

Éomer: I don't need to be smart to KILL YOU

Legolas: if you so much as touch My Dwarf I will stomp you to death with your own horse's hooves

Aragorn:

#lotrn230 #lotr newsletter #lotr incorrect quotes #also tagging #gigolas #for the girlies #legolas 🤝 gimli 🤝 i WILL derail this whole misson if you insult my beloved #i would say poor aragorn hanging out with these rabblerousers but he is also patently ridiculous so it's a whole clowm car #feick *clown #like two minutes later he's like AVAST BEHOLD MY COOL SWORD ILL FIGHT YOU IF YOU WON'T BE CHILL BTW #*whole audience facepalming gif*

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meidui · 13 hours

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aragorn and legolas at each other's sides at helm's deep ♡

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somecallmegin · 1 month

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Gimli Son of Gloin, if every character in Lord of the Rings was a person of color instead of the Peter Jackson version. Don't get me wrong, I love those movies, but some of the design choices stump me. A few years back I used to fall asleep to the DVD bonus commented extended cuts & at one point I could probably have recited the different versions in their entirety. My favorite was the one commented by the ETA Workshop team, the miniature people and costume department were amazing.

Anyway. Not really sure what I'm going with with that expression here. I think it was supposed to be a bit more fierce in the beginning? The original idea was to place the scene somewhere along the time they meet the Rohirim for the first time, but he got a bit softer since then.

Okay, I'm letting this sketch go now, I was clearly getting fed up and lazy with the beard, my hand was starting to cramp and I don't think I knew where I was going, haha. This Gimli has so much hair! There's no way any of those braids could be so thick while being so close together, but I'm going to say it's a classic dwarven constitution thing ; they're short, thick and have a truly massive amount of hair/beard.

Still getting the hang of Clip Studio Paint, but it's getting easier.

#digital art #digital painting #fanart #portrait #lord of the rings #LotR #lotr fanart #gimli #gimli son of gloin #gimli my beloved #gimli/legolas #Apparently there's a joke about there being a gender pipeline from Legolas to Gimli or something #Might be a a more general 'different genderqueer representation of elf and dwarf' thing actually #But yeah def

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queer-ragnelle · 5 months

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—The Return of The King: Appendix A by J. R. R. Tolkien

—Assassin’s Fate: Lies and Truths by Robin Hobb

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legolasghosty · 8 months

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Hello my love!! How are you?

I saw this comic and immediately had to think of willex.

It would work either way I think, but my first thought was Willie as the green and Alex as the blue fox.

So now I'm unofficially handing this in as a prompt for a drabble, maybe when you need to get your mind off something this can jumpstart your writing cells (and if not, that's totally fine too, but I wanna hear your thoughts!)

Love youuuu!!

Hello my love!!! Sorry on the delay, I was meaning to have this ready to post yesterday! Curse irl people for taking up too much of my time and leaving none for my fiance :( But here we go!!!

Willie opens their eyes slowly. The bedroom is still dark; not even a sliver of sunlight falls from between the curtains. A faint light comes from the digital clock on the far side of the bed. It barely pushes back the shadows that cocoon them and fill the room.

Willie's first thought is that they must be in his room, since his bedroom window faces almost due west and doesn't get any sun till later in the day. But the sheets on the bed are pale and devoid of patterns. There's no dragon stuffy on the bedside table beside his phone. The shadow cast by the lamp looks like a turtle, not a bat.

Alex's room then. And it's dark. Which probably means...

Willie groans when he picks up his phone and sees the time. Great. His first day to sleep in all week and he's wide awake at 4:30 am. They mutter a curse at the heavens and roll over, leaving the evil phone on the bedside table.

The view on this side is much nicer at least. Instead of a timekeeping soulsucker, now he's staring at his sleeping partner's back. Alex's side rises and falls steadily with his breathing. The duvet, which Willie knows rather than sees is a dark pink, is bunched up around his waist. The shadows of the room caress his bare back like a blanket. Willie resists the urge to trace each line and curve of his spine. He doesn't want to wake him.

How the heck did Willie get lucky enough to score a guy this pretty?

Willie props himself up on one elbow to get a better look at his sleeping partner. Alex's hair has fallen over his face like it always does, the ends fluttering slightly as he exhales. His neck and shoulders are relaxed in that funny way that they never seem to get when he's awake. One arm is folded across his chest while the other stretches out towards the far edge of the bed.

Willie wishes there was enough light for him to examine all the random scars across his lover's body. There's the ones on his hands and wrists from his cats of course, and that one across his palm from when a drumstick broke on him and the idiot was too proud to pause midsong and get a new one. Then there's the one on his left bicep from a bike accident when he was a kid, and the one near his right elbow that even Alex doesn't remember the origins of.

The cluster of them on his knee from a bad fall when he was 12. The one on the back of his heel from wearing those awful sandals for too long on a family hike in high school. The ones on his chest that match Willie's. The one on his ankle from a stray box cutter when they were first moving in together.

So many memories, good and bad, all littered across his skin. Willie forces themselves to keep their hands tucked in close. No matter how badly he wants to curl up with his chest against Alex's back and trace every pale mark with his fingertips, Alex's alarm won't go off for hours. The last thing they want is to ruin his rest.

Willie knows they should probably roll over, drag their eyes off of the beautiful man laying beside them before they do something stupid. But for the life of him, he can't. Sue them, Alex is pretty and looks so soft in the embrace of the early morning shadows. It's all Willie can do to keep from reaching over to brush a strand of hair off his forehead, maybe let their hand trail down his shoulder on the way back.

No, he can't. Alex's sleep is important. No matter how much Willie wants to hold him, he can't wake him up. He can't. No. Nope. No cuddles, no waking up Alex-

"I can feel you vibrating," Alex mumbles, making Willie jump.

"Sorry, didn't mean to wake you," Willie hums back after a startled moment, their voice coming out gravelly and low.

Alex doesn't open his eyes, but the corner of his mouth quirks up. "Well you did, so we might as well cuddle," he points out, the words slurring together a bit.

Willie chuckles and shifts closer. Alex inches back until his back brushes Willie's chest. It's barely a minute before they're settled, Alex spooned by Willie's body. Alex lets out a contented sigh and nuzzles Willie's arm. Willie echos the sound as they press a light kiss to Alex's shoulder.

"Sleeping now," Alex slurs, his breathing evening out again.

"Sweet dreams," Willie responds. Their own eyelids are getting heavy, their heart rate slowing to match the steady drumming of Alex's against his chest. "Love you."

"Love you too," Alex mumbles as he succumbs to slumber.

Willie leaves another featherlight kiss on his husband's neck as the light fades away behind his eyelids. Gosh he was so in love. They certainly didn't mind waking up in the middle of the night sometimes if it would always end like this.

#Gosh they're so cute #also they're t4t and neurodivergent #they're just lovely together #hehe I did my best to sneak in all the little headcanons #as a treat for my beloved #legolas tag #julie and the phantoms #jatp fanfic #willex #jatp #alex mercer #willie jatp

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roselightfairy · 2 months

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Can’t find my own previous post about this because tumblr is not a functional website, but I laugh every time I read the scene where the others are smoking and Legolas is like “I think I’ll step outside then” and Aragorn is like “oh we’ll come too!”

#beloved headcanon that legolas tried smoking once as a baby and got really sick from it #legolas #lotr newsletter

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maximwtf · 3 months

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Heyy, would you be interested in writing legolas x reader (f or gn) where reader is hopelessly in love with legolas but the love is unrequited. Reader never loses hope (doesn’t push it tho) and at the end legolas finds solace in reader but only because his “first choice” refused him/died/left (or something) and he chooses only after that the reader.

Sorry if this doesn’t make any sense.

Legolas x elven! reader

Words: 2530

Google Docs Pages: 4

Warnings: minor character death, kind of angsty, elf grief, cuddles but it’s sad, hair braiding

Opening: You find yourself falling for someone you’d been working alongside for hundreds of years. Though, you soon notice he seems to be interested in someone else. So no matter the attempts you make at getting closer to him, none of it works. He notices, but kindly lets you down.

It’s only after a dreadful battle that you notice the elf he’d been interested in had fallen. Making you skip from second place to first, Legolas finding some solace in you.

AN// Reader can be any gender! Hehe, I haven’t written for Legolas in a while, so hopefully I still got him somewhat figured out. Thank you for the request though, I had fun with this <3

I’m also closing requests for a while as I write out the older ones. They be suspecting arthritis. And no matter what this is, every joint in my body including my hands hurt so much, it takes me ages to write anything past 1k words. So hope yall don’t mind too much, I love writing the requests when I’m feeling out of ideas. Yall are much more creative, hehe <333

“Solace with a price.”

You’d tried to deny it, tried to tell yourself that there was no point in pursuing your feelings any further. It was clear as day that the man you’d laid your eyes on was after someone else, and you were in no way looking to get in between them. So you had tried multiple times to forget, to turn the other cheek. But what could you truly do when your mind had made a decision on its own. And it was persistent.

You’d been a part of the guard for as long as you could remember, having wanted to join as soon as you could. So it had been the work that drew you in, having always been interested in weaponry and protecting the borders of the kingdom. It was only logical for you to want to join the guard. Though, it soon dawned on you that a lot of the jobs that required more movement were the patrols. Other than that, you’d be lucky to see anyone while on guard. Apparently the king wasn’t too fond of spilling the blood of his own.

But he had a son. A son who wasn’t as afraid to fight as he was. But the prince wasn’t fierce either, not a killer. But he was a skilled archer who at some point started leading the patrols. You didn’t mind of course, having acknowledged his leadership skills quickly. And that had been all it was for the most part. You’d see him during the patrols, and other times he had more important business to attend to.

But as time went on, a crush began to form. You found yourself talking with him during the patrols and if you were lucky, after as well. He was very reasonable and well versed in a lot of subjects. Which gave the two of you much to talk about. And if not that, you found that fighting alongside him was fascinating. From your perspective, it felt like the two of you worked well as a team. Making the battles you from time to time faced during the patrols much easier. You found him a pleasure to be around, and sometimes caught yourself waiting to be able to talk to him.

Though, a problem surfaced when you noticed him having his eyes on someone else. You knew he wasn’t one to bring his relations into conversations easily, especially when there were others around. But when he talked to you about this elf, it only confirmed your fears. And maybe it also pushed you over the edge just enough that you decided to come clean with your feelings.

It was important for you to do this before he got any further with the elf he’s set his eyes on. Confessing any later would only make it all the more awkward, and if you never said anything you’d just feel even worse. So at the end, you didn’t see many ways out of the situation you’d gotten yourself into.

So, after another patrol you bit down any hints of doubt in your mind and went for it. It took you a moment to find him, noticing that he’d left to tend to his other duties. You caught up with him in the hallway, near his father’s throne room. “Legolas!” You called out, slowing down to a walk as he turned back to look at you. He’d of course sensed your presence before you were even able to call out his name, but he always acted as if not. As if the call had been the first indicator of your form following him. “I had something…I wanted to talk to you about.” You cringed a little at the wording, but quickly faded the unpleased expression to a faint smile.

Legolas had now fully come to a stop, eyes keenly on you as you closed in. “Go ahead”, he said in a calm tone. Somehow saying what you’d been planning so thoroughly, now that he was in front of you felt impossible. The sight of him standing in front of you, calm and collected, while your heart raced as your thoughts tried to form a comprehensible sentence. You could have sworn a flash of worry appeared in his face for a while, releasing it must have been for the amount of time it took you to finally speak up again. “I’m not certain if this is the best time nor the place to tell you this, so I apologise in advance.” You started, but to your ear it somehow now sounded like a formal report rather than a confession. The look the elf was giving you didn’t help, he seemed confused but curious to hear the rest. Though, he didn’t interrupt you. Allowing you to continue. “I fancy you. And I wanted to ask if…you felt the same.” You stuttered out the last part, feeling odd to leave it at the first statement. But now that you thought about it more, the last part sounded almost more like a plea. Mentally scowling at that, you waited for his response.

Legolas looked a little troubled, but even that was hard to catch. You found that he was usually rather hard to read, the emotions on his face so faint that you really had to read into everything to catch how he was feeling. “Henion…” (I understand). Legolas said, voice a little quieter than before, though you assumed it was to not bring attention to the conversation. “But you must be aware of-” He began, but you stopped him. Not to be disrespectful, but you understood what he meant. “It is okay. I only wished to tell you…” You lied. Of course a part of you had hoped he’d somehow change his mind, choose you. But now it all felt awkward, regret brewing within you. But you also knew Legolas was nowhere near dumb enough to ignore that. “Walk with me?” He requested, seemingly having skipped over the previous topic. Not that you minded, not anymore. At least that’s what you swore to yourself. “Of course”, you nodded and followed him to the throne room.

You’d sometimes tag along with him as he went to give a report to his father from the previous patrol. The king didn’t seem all too fond of the elves Legolas spent his time around. Though, you told yourself that he’d somewhat warmed up to you. That he wasn’t as harsh when it came to you tagging along with Legolas even after the patrols were done. Something about that gave you hope, even if it was false.

You tried your best to keep your relationship with him as it was before, and he was making it easy as well. He’d talk to you like before during patrols and you’d still sometimes go with him to deliver any reports to his father after. It made you almost hope that you had another chance. That you had just confessed too early on, and that there was a chance after all. So keeping your hopes up, you kept talking to him. Sharing things about your life with him, and listening to whatever he had to say.

But as time went on, you began to doubt if there was a chance at all. Legolas still seemed to view you as a close friend, if anything. He still had his eyes elsewhere, and each time you attempted to get closer to him he was able to kindly turn you down. So you didn’t push any further. Slowly trying to come to terms with the fact that this was never going to work out.

But you still shared many things with him. The connection you had with him during battle was still there. And that’s what you put your trust on when a battle was announced, knowing you’d be sent there.

But as you had expected, no battle was fought without the blood shed of your own kin. As the dust began to settle and the sounds of battle died down, you found yourself exhausted. Muscles so worn out you felt shaky. But even through that exhaustion you felt the need to find Legolas, having lost sight of him at the very end. The chaos around the area made it hard to make out anyone specifically, raising some worry within you. Maybe deep down you knew that he was okay, but not being able to find him as quickly as you would have hoped shook you a little.

Your eyes landed on a small group of elves, some who had survived the battle with a smaller amount of injuries and a couple of healers. They’d all gathered around someone, and by the looks of it seemed desperate. A possibly fatal injury, you thought with a flash of sorrow and grief washing over you for a moment. The death of an immortal being, as pure as an elf, was never a pleasant sight.

You raised your gaze, having paused for a moment to pay respect to whoever had fallen. Scanning the nearby area, you could spot who you believed to be Legolas. He’d strayed from the small group you’d just come across, form somehow slumped. You couldn’t see his expression clearly enough to tell what was going on, making you curious.

You didn’t dare pass the group, staying near them as your eyes followed Legolas’ movements. This position allowed you to see the dreadful sight bestowed next to you. As the warriors began to make their way back to the kingdom, it gave you enough space to see who the healers were tending to. You recognized them, soon a more lost expression spreading across your face. Understanding why Legolas had seemed more distraught than you’d ever seen him before. Something so important to him had been lost that day.

And from there began a confusing period of time. You could tell Legolas was defeated, down from the loss. And you were no stranger to the dangers of loss and what it could do to your kin. So it wasn’t unwarranted that you were worried about him, and had made it your mission to try and help him get back on his feet.

And doing this also healed something in you as well. Perhaps you couldn’t court him, but helping him as a friend felt good as well. Like you had a purpose to fulfil by his side, even if not in the way you initially had hoped.

This also meant you started spending more time with him. Publicly you could barely tell of the heartbreak he was going through, but it showed more when the two of you were alone. Which you found endearing, meaning he trusted you enough to talk to you about his thoughts. Though, during one of these talks he told you something that mixed up your whole view of the situation.

“Would you still court me?” His calm voice asked. Your hands stopped braiding his hair, having to blink a couple of times before drawing in a breath. You felt Legolas tilt his head towards your’s, trying to find out why you’d gone so silent. Though, he didn’t say anything else, waiting for your response. Which you tried to form into something respectful. You wanted to tell him that this might have not been the best time to make decisions like this, but at the same time every other part of you wanted to say yes. “Yes, I think”, slipped out without even thinking. Something that resembled a smile appeared on the prince’s face, like he was relieved? “Then we shall make it official.” He said, something new in his tone but you could tell that this hadn’t magically removed the grief from his mind. Yet, he reached out for your hand and turned around to face you properly. He’d been between your legs, back towards you as you braided his hair, as had become tradition. You looked into his eyes, swallowing down the guilt that tried to overtake your mind. You’d gotten what you wanted, right?

Things moved so fast after. Or maybe they didn’t, you couldn’t tell. You’d been so shocked after that night that a feeling of numbness had spread across your whole being. What was even going on? The king had approved of the courting, which hadn’t come as a huge surprise to you. But even then, it all felt a little too unreal. And the guilt that had been brewing ever since he had confessed to you was going to boil over soon, you felt. But so the days kept passing, and this was now the reality you lived in.

You were getting ready for bed, tidying up your hair so it would be easier to handle in the morning. Routines that somewhat kept you sane, keeping thoughts away from what had been going on. You’d watched Legolas go lay down already, beginning to wonder if you had started to slow down your routines on purpose for the amount of time they now took. Because there was still a part in you that wondered if you should have been helping him with the grief as a friend or as his partner? That, did Legolas choose you out of genuine interest or out of needing someone to just be there for him?

You shook your head, trying to swallow the hesitancy back down. No. Even if this was all wrong, you couldn't possibly leave him now. Not when someone he’d cared about had died, you didn’t want to put him through another heartbreak. This was what you had wanted, right?

While in your thoughts you had wandered to the bed, laid down and somehow automatically turned your back to Legolas. He might have been engulfed with bits of grief, but he wasn’t blind. If he saw the way you looked, he’d be able to tell how miserable you felt right then and there. You did still love him the same way as before, and this had been exactly what you’d asked for. But how could you enjoy something so precious, when it felt like you’d stolen the first place medal and sneaked your way out of the second place? And all of this was happening while you couldn’t tell Legolas of these feelings without hurting him, nor did you wish to leave him. You’d promised yourself that you’d help him now that he needed you the most.

While engulfed in a state of self loathing and sadness, you felt the man scooch closer. His hand moved to your upper arm, as if to ask if he was allowed to be so close. He was, you wanted him to be. But you didn’t want to admit that to not feed the guilt. When you didn't reply, his arm moved itself over your waist to bring the both of you closer to each other. Taking the silence as a ‘yes’. But was there a way to enjoy closeness like this when you didn’t feel like it was meant for you.

The edges of your eyes burned, but only a singular tear managed to escape. Racing its way down your face and disappearing into your pillowcase. At what cost had you gotten the ‘gi melin’ that felt like it echoed in the air as he said it.

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