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Legolas~ Imaginary Friend

Synopsis: Legolas has a lonesome childhood and wishes on a star for a friend… He doesn’t expect an invisible friend to come out of his innocent wish.

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A/n: A short and sweet fic I thought of after a few Legolas fics I’ve read shortly after my first time watching Lord of the Rings. Does it make sense? Probably not. But cute things don’t need to make sense. 😚 I wuv you guys tooooooo!! 💖✨

–Word Count: 1,781–

The stars glimmered beyond the canopy of branches and leaves, blessing the lands below with their ethereal light. It should have been too late at night for many to be up and about, but he was. Sitting upon those branches… was a young elven boy named Legolas.

Legolas had been lonely since his mother’s passing. It had been some time since then, and he found companionship with the trees and the billions of stars that illuminated his world. His lifestyle was unique, with his royal status and his time being occupied by studies and training, he didn’t have many friends to soothe his loneliness. So, he had nothing else to do besides perfect his craft and… gaze at the stars above, wishing for someone to take away the empty feeling that had been amassing in his chest.

“I wish… someone could be my real friend…” He sighed, laying back against the branch he was on. Shutting his eyes, he couldn’t help but lament the surrounding silence.

He inhaled the cool, twilight air. He was going to regret not sleeping while he was supposed to. Well, at the very least, the rustling of the leaves and the feeling of the wind brushing across his skin was comforting.

Well… he thought so until his peaceful moment was interrupted by an aggressive rustle of branches. Quickly, sitting up, a figure landed on the branch in front of him, making him flinch back with a startled yelp. “Wha- Who… Who are you?!” His eyes were wide as he scanned the figure. Last he checked, humans couldn’t fly, so they most certainly couldn’t randomly fall out of the sky like a wingless bird.

You only seemed to gaze at him with the utmost curiosity before a grin crossed your face. As if it were supposed to be obvious, you asked, “You don’t know me? My name is (Name). I heard when you wished on my star and I’m here to be your friend!”

The entire situation was too ironic, the timing was too well-placed for you to be serious. Besides… you looked like a human. Still… you did just fall out of the sky like a shooting star would… Humming, he uncertainly asked, “So you’re… a star?”

“Hah,” You laughed, though it wasn’t a mean laugh. You were just amused that he confused you for the star you ruled. “No, silly,” you corrected. “I’m a friend.”

He was wary of you at first, but it was clear that you were being honest. After all, you were a phenomenon in his life. You came down to Middle-Earth with the sole intention of being his best friend. The only peculiarity that came with this particular friendship… was that you were invisible to everyone besides Legolas. However, you were very real in the sense that Legolas still had to make sure you were properly fed and watered like an actual living being.

You being invisible didn’t help him when he got caught so many times stealing food for you. And while his father was suspicious of his behavior, his accusations were misplaced when he would approach his son. “Were you feeding the animals again? Legolas, I told you not to do that.”

Of course, Legolas wasn’t about to correct him, getting away with his little crime time and time again as his reasoning was always the same, “It’s not for the animals. It’s for (Name), my friend.” This ‘game,’ as the other elves called it, only lasted until you were both older and there were easier methods of getting food for you. After all, Legolas could only claim you as his best friend for so long. Having an ‘invisible friend’ was unbefitting of a crowned prince of Mirkwood.

Living in Middle-Earth was quite the experience for an invisible being from the stars such as yourself. You thought it was especially strange how you couldn’t attain the same physical attributes as the beautiful elves around you. You were supposed to be a wish granting entity… though… maybe this was what Legolas inwardly wished for. It wasn’t like he wasn’t always assuring you that your appearance was perfect and that you didn’t need to look like the other elves.

You were there to be Legolas’ best friend, but truth be told, you were growing attached to the young elf yourself. Spending centuries with only one person who could see you would clearly give you enough time to develop vigorous feelings of loyalty.

As the loyal best friend that you were, you understood that Legolas couldn’t always spend time with you. There were times when he needed time to himself so he could focus on his studies and royal duties. The other elves knew what Legolas needed much more than you did, after all. You were only there as an emotional support star-spirit and you would fulfill your role as you were intended to.

However, that didn’t mean a mystical being couldn’t grow bored as well. While Legolas was busy, you tended to wander about Mirkwood, having nothing better to do than serve your curiosity and admire the Kingdom’s beauty. Despite having been with Legolas for thousands of years now, Middle Earth never lessened in beauty, especially the forest.

Things ran a constant schedule with Legolas and you fell into your own personal schedule. Well… such a schedule could easily be disrupted… when a non-elven being like yourself wasn’t invisible.

“Hey, human! Stop right there!”

Startled out of your mind, you nearly failed to respond in time, defending yourself at the last minute with the announcement that you just so happened to be Legolas’ best friend! How unfortunate for you that everyone knew the young prince didn’t have any such friends—sans his imaginary one that he stopped claiming he had many centuries ago.

Now, as you ran, doing your best to escape the intimidating elves, you regretted listening to Legolas’ praise that you were a perfect little non-elf. While it was unexpected for you to suddenly be visible, he should have known better than to think a human was a good choice of species for an elven prince to hang around with.

Despite your desperate attempts at evading capture and even finding a few excellent hiding places—in your opinion—you were finally caught and forcibly dragged before their even more intimidating King, Thranduil. You’d seen him in person many many times, but he’d never laid his intimidating eyes on you like this. “What… is a human… doing in Mirkwood?”

“You misunderstand…” You tried to explain yourself once again, with an unconvincingly confident grin. “Legolas brought me here. I’m his best friend; if I could just see him-”

“That would be Prince Legolas to human scum as low as you,” he hissed, waving his hand for them to take you directly to the dungeon. “I have little time to deal with this inconvenience right now.” He clearly didn’t want to hear anymore nonsense from you or anyone else.

At the very least, in the dungeon you wouldn’t be glared at like a disgusting bug they found at the bottom of their boot. Non-elves were really degraded around here…

As depressed as being discarded made you feel, you had no choice but to sulk in the dark cell until someone came to save you. They were all elves with long lifespans, but did they know that even if they left you in there for a hundred years… you were still going to be there? You wondered… but you knew Legolas would eventually find you, even if no one else returned for you.

***

“(Name)!” His voice rang out like the angelic savior he was. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you!” Your eyes widened in surprise, however, that he was making light of the situation. He waltzed up to the door of the cell, peering in on you with amused eyes. “How did you manage to get yourself locked in there?”

It was clear no one had mentioned the situation of a human claiming to be his friend. “Legolas…” you paused, trying to explain it slowly, “Your father put me in here. They can see me now, and… they don’t like that I look like a human.”

Legolas’ eyes widened, matching the way your expression was when he first found you. But, after a silent moment, he tried to brush it off with a light laugh. “You’re joking. You’re just making an excuse so it doesn’t look like you accidentally locked yourself in a cell, silly little star-spirit.”

As much of a saving grace as that would be, you’d have rather accidentally locked yourself in the cell than be in this scary position. Life was easier when you were invisible, if you were being honest. Quietly, you argued, “But I’m not…”

“Prince Legolas, the King wishes to see you at once.”

The guard that suddenly called for Legolas, looked between you and the elven prince, which made Legolas understand you were being fully honest with your words. You really were locked in the dungeon under his father’s orders. Offended that such a thing happened to his best friend, he snapped, “What is this? Let them out.”

“My prince,” the guard stuttered, “The King does not allow-”

Legolas interrupted the guard’s argument, snatching the keys from his belt. The elf guard stood frozen, unable to argue or fight against Legolas. After all, it wasn’t like the King wouldn’t address this sooner or later.

Freeing you from your prison, Legolas no later shoved the key’s back into the flabbergasted guard’s hands. Taking your hand, Legolas offered you the most beautiful smile you think you’ve ever seen on him. “Come, (Name). I think it’s time to introduce you properly.” Oh… Now you understood. Before… others couldn’t see you because Legolas wished it. He wanted you unseen… because if others could not see you then you couldn’t be taken away from him, could you? But now… he wasn’t afraid of you leaving him. More importantly… he wanted others to know that you were there, and that you were with him. Not for the first time, your cheeks flushed with heat as you smiled at your elven prince, proud to be at his side as, not a human, but as his star-spirit.

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maximwtf · 1 year

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“Dragon fire memories.”

Thranduil x elven warrior reader

words: 1746

google docs pages: 3

warnings: description of a dragon fire scar forming, arguing, that's it I assume?

opening: you’re coming back from an adventure you went on against the rules. Thranduil has closed the kingdom so no one would be able to enter or leave. You come back with some scars, waiting to see Thranduil’s reaction to your arival.

AN// reader can be any gender! I wanted to write something for a Dragon breath scar and for the life of me I couldn’t think of anything, and this is the result :”D Did come up with something short though !

Not proof read!!

“Dragon fire memories.”

You looked around you, while also making sure your horse was going in the right direction. The woods had begun to close in on you, making you sure of the fact that you had arrived back in mirkwood. Now all you had to do was make your way back to the entrance of the kingdom, and hopefully they would still let you in. You had left without any permission after you had heard that Thranduil was going to close up the whole place, so that no one would be able to enter nor leave the kingdom because of the threats that he had heard about outside. You didn't agree with Thranduil on most things, but especially the way he wanted to cave himself in his kingdom and leave others without help when he clearly was able to help if he just wished to do so. You had taken it as your own adventure to go and see where the orcs were going when the group of dwarfs had escaped. You thought you could have helped, but it had turned out that the thing was much bigger than you had originally imagined.

You saw the spiderwebs that had spread even further in the forest since the last time you had been here, and your little adventure hadn’t even been that long. Did Thranduil still not understand what kind of danger was coming even his way if he just decided to distance himself from everyone? You shook your head and sighed. It wasn’t long until you’d be back and then you’d see if he had changed his mind while you had been gone.

Keeping your hand on the pommel of the sword just in case spiders were around, you rode forward. You pulled back on the reins slightly and quietly worded out ‘whoa’. The horse stopped just before the entrance. Before entering, you took a few looks around, and from what you could see you couldn’t see any guards just yet. With a hum, you took a better hold of the reins and tapped your calves on the horse’s sides, getting it to start walking forward again. After entering, it didn’t take long for the guards to spot you and start swarming around you. Refusing to get down from your horse, you tried to reason with the almost mute guards by telling them that you had to speak to Thranduil. In reality, that was one of the last things you wanted to do.

to your misfortune, you heard someone call off the guards and they listened immediately, going back in line and then to their guard posts. You turned to look at the staircase nearest to you, seeing Thranduil walk towards you. You could tell just by looking at him that he wasn’t pleased and you weren’t going to hear anything nice about your little trip.”Get off the horse and come with me.” Was all he said to you and you knew better than to start arguing with him now. You got off the horse smoothly, handing the reins to one of the guards so they could take it to the stables.

You followed Thranduil to his throne room, and quietly waited as he got everyone out of there for a moment. You stood still as he walked in front of you and began to talk. “Do you have any idea what disobeying rules like this will cause?” His voice was stern, and his expression wasn’t giving you any ease. You chose to not answer him and let him keep talking. “Do you understand that the option of banishing you is on the table?” His voice was becoming more filled with anger, but you still stood your ground and didn’t reply. “You don’t seem to have anything against that. Running away and refusing to defend yourself.” He kept talking, only becoming more angered by your silence. “You seem like you want to get banished!” He turned his back to you as he said that. That was not what you wanted, but it was what you had expected to hear when you had left. But even though that, you were getting mad at him for talking to you like this. “I want to stay!” You barked back at him. “And I don’t understand why you refuse to help anyone even if you are capable of doing so? Do you see the image of yourself you are putting out there? Digging yourself in here like a dwarf!” You continued, stepping closer to him.

As you ‘yelled’ at him your face began to change, the skin from your cheekbone all the way to your jawline started to form holes incarved into your face, the edges of the holes showing clear burn marks from the dragon breath that caused all this. The scar went all the way up to your left eye, half of it being burnt as well and the eye itself being a blurry mix of white with your original eye color because of that. Some parts of the scar reached your lips on the left side as well, making the left side of your lips burnt too.

After your rant, Thranduil had turned around, prepared to make sure you wouldn’t have those opinions anymore. He wanted to make sure you knew he had his reasons for every action he made concerning his role as the king. Though that he didn’t have time to say, as he saw the scars that had formed on your face which made him pause almost completely. “What happened to you?” He asked, you firstly noting that his voice had calmed down a whole lot.You lifted your palm against your face, feeling the scar you had gotten when you met the dragon. Thranduil saw you lift up your hand,and saw the same scarring on your hand as well, most likely from you trying to protect your face with the hand. “You haven’t even had a healer look at these. You know better.” His voice got more stern again, almost as if he was mad at you for getting hurt. “Nothing you should be worried about.” You muttered before raising your gaze up to Thranduil. He could now fully see the scar on your face, see the damage it had done to you as it had once done to him as well. “I know how to take care of these on my own.” You spat back at him. He didn’t reply to you for a moment, partly because he didn’t know what to say, but also because he wasn’t sure what to do. The plan of banishing you felt too rough now that he knew about the scars you had gotten. He was aware of the pain you must have felt, since he had felt it once as well, and he still had a scar to remind him of the past.

He took a step closer to you, inspecting the scar with his gaze. “You had plenty of time to do something in order to heal this on your way back. Why didn’t you?” He asked coldly. You stared at his eyes for a moment silently. You didn’t want to tell him that he was right, and when you were coming back, you couldn’t remember almost anything you had been taught about healing, thus it seemed like the scar had just been left like this. No lie Thranduil would believe came to your mind, meaning you had to give in. “I didn’t know how.” You ended up saying quietly, still keeping your eyes on him to see his reaction that never came. “So it seems I was correct.” He hummed as a sign of a small victory for himself. “You do need to see a healer. I don’t dare to banish you from these halls when you’re like this.” He continued, putting his palm against your cheek that had the scar, though careful enough not to hurt you on accident. “You see now why I told everyone not to leave.” His voice had become calmer, you noticed, as he lifted your head up a little with his hand. You didn’t dare to say anything, and in the silence you felt the scar start to disappear and slowly your face turned back to normal, just like you had seen his face do a couple times. You saw Thranduil open his eyes, and look at you again. “Go and see a healer, I can’t help you any more than that.” He then said, nodding as a sign that you could go. You furrowed your brows slightly, in confusion as to why he decided to change his mind about the banishing. You had questions for him, but you didn’t dare to ask him. He seemed to have forgiven you in his own way.

You turned to walk away, but before you could exist you heard Thranduil speak up one last time. “Do not pull a trick like that again. You already got away from banishing once.” He hummed, then turning around to pour himself a drink. You didn’t reply, only nodded, even though you knew he couldn’t see it since he had his back turned to you. With that, you exited the throne room, walking slowly away to find a healer who could help you. You thought about asking Thranduil about healing, and by doing that you could heal the scars yourself so no one else would have to see them. Though now you didn’t dare to ask him anything. You had just dodged being banished from the whole area, and you wanted to give him room to cool down. You had known him long enough to know that even though he may have looked calm at the end of the conversation, he wasn’t. You didn’t know how he felt, but you knew he wasn’t as cool about this as he seemed.

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