Good As Gold
The Blonde Boys Club
Aemond Targaryen x Ranger!Reader + Legolas Greenleaf x Ranger!Reader
Summary: It had been nearly a century since you've seen a dragon, and the sight was as captivating as the first time (the dragon rider shared the sentiment [of you], your mountain ranging partner did not).
Word Count: 2k+
Warnings: Fem!reader, elf!reader, reader is also blonde, sassy!legolas, puppy!aemond, vhagar wingman?, jealousy, possessives, fluff, typos, etc.
A/N: this fic is part of my blonde boys club series so if you liked my daemon vs geralt one you might like this lolol though they have nothing to do with each other
also i dont know any elvish expressions and very little lotr lore and asoiaf lore sooooo if you would like to help/correct me im lol im down
Tagging: @pinksirensong @deniixlovezelda @targeryenmoony lol i hope you like aemond and legolas lolol
Part 2 "Dragon Rider"
I hear my name echo down the mountain I was quickly descending. I was too excited by the smell in the air to care for either my partner, nor the fact that I nearly tripped, like, three times.
"Slow down!" Legolas chastises in Elvish, "you don't know what you're getting us into!"
I chuckle as I run towards a tree and lean there to turn to Legolas, who was quickly pacing over to me, "is that fear I hear, my prince?"
Legolas stops a few feet away from me upon hearing that, heaving slightly from the elevated rock he stood on. He then jumps down beside me without a struggle. Once he is before me, he leans in, pressing a hand on the truck behind me, narrowing his eyes as he scrutinizes my face, "unfortunately, I have learned to fear your foolishness."
I let out a soft, amused breath as Legolas withdraws the arm he was leaning on to push some of my golden hair behind my ear. He tilts his head as he asks, "what is so intriguing to you about that reptilian?"
I roll my eyes, "other than the fact," I pull away and begin to trail off again, "those beasts are massive and breathe fire--"
"Which have caused a great many civilizations desolation."
"Yes, but those dragons do not have riders. This one does!" I exclaim as Legolas and I continue down our way, "my father told me stories of when he witnessed prince Jaehaerys' mount, Vermithor, during a certain battle. He said their might was terrifying, and the fact those where my father's words intrigue me further."
Legolas sighs, shaking his head as he mutters lowly in Elvish, "foolish girl."
I shove him as we finally make it to the foot of the mountain, "you do not have join me, you poltroon."
Legolas raises his nose in offence, grabbing my arm as he leans down towards me, "the day I let a gobemouche, rattlecap like you off their leash is the day I admit to being a poltroon."
I snort, pulling my arm away from him, "I will count the days to it, my friend."
Legolas stills.
I walk off again and shoot him a look when he does not follow, "come on, gaffer. I will not forgive you if we miss them."
Aemond was stroking Vhagar's face as she gulped up the water in the river, blocking its flow momentarily with her jowls. When she pulls away, a strong gush of water comes rushing back its stream.
The prince watches the river flows for a moment. He turns over his shoulder, hearing something besides the water and his dragons breathing. Then he draws out his sword when he distinguishes the sound of the loud call.
"DĀRILAROS!"
Aemond stiffens as he withdraws from Vhagar, face tensing, body readying in a fighting stance as again the word dārilaros is shouted once more, though this time it is cut off.
"What in the name of the good earth are you doing?" Legolas slaps a hand on my mouth, muttering Elvish under his breath, as he eyes me darkly.
I rip his hand off me then shove him, "I'm making ourselves known so that we don't startle them!"
"And do you honestly think that wise?!" Legolas snips.
"Better than showing up soundless," I rebut.
He scoffs, "it's hardly our fault that other folk are incapable of going about their business gracefully."
I inhale deeply then scream once more, "DĀRILAROS!"
Legolas grabs my arm, sharply demanding, "what are you even saying?!"
I take a moment to think before replying, "I think it means princess."
He growls, "and what if the rider was a prince?"
"Then at least he is aware of my limitations in Valyrian!" I push him away once more.
Aemond watches the figures come out of the woods. He raises his sword slightly, calling out, "qilōni is konīr?!"
Legolas and I emerge from the trees, spotting the armed man with equally light hair as the two of us.
"What is he saying?" the elf beside me questions under his breath as we slowly walk towards him.
"I don't know!" I panic.
"You don't know?!" Legolas turns to me.
I turn to him, "I never said I knew Valyrian!"
"Oh," he narrows his eyes, "and how did you suppose we were going to-"
Legolas and I turn away from each other when the man barked out something in the foreign language again. He looked agitated, and I practically could feel Legolas itching to draw his bow.
I rack my brain, trying to recall the other words I remember from that pocketbook I read as a child.
"Zaldrīzes!" I call, raising a hand victoriously.
Legolas measures the man's reactions to the word.
"Nyke," I place a hand on myself as I think of other words. I hum, looking out to the side, "zaldrīzes... gevie."
That did it.
"What did you say?" Legolas asks, upon seeing the man sheathe his sword.
"I, and dragon, and beautiful... ... at least I think."
Legolas turns to me, "by the stars, you dunce!"
"What do you want with my dragon?" the man calls out, leaning on one of his legs, hand gripping on his belt.
"Hmp," Legolas sounds, "and you wasted your time making a fool of yourself in a foreign tongue."
I ignore this. "I only wanted to look at your mount, your grace!" I call cupping my mouth with my hands.
"Feast your eyes then," he calls, turning to his side, proceeding to speak something I could not make out.
All at once, the mountain behind him begins to move, except it was never a mountain to begin with, it was a mammoth fire breather.
Legolas and I step back, eyes widening at the sight of beast. The size of the thing was awe inspiring and frightful all at once. In my eagerness to take the sight in, I reel back quickly, shoving the elf next to me along the way.
He scolds me in Elvish impatiently, grabbing my arms to keep me from falling. I don't even catch what he says because I'm too preoccupied with being stunned to care.
When I notice the dragon's head, I let out a sound, eyes widening, lips curving. I mutter to myself in Elvish, "what fierce beauty."
Legolas makes a face, "I must report that you have your eyes checked. It is no business for a ranger to be blind."
I push him off and walk towards the dragon eagerly. I had forgotten all about his rider up until I made it halfway and the sound of a sword unsheathing and Legolas calling out to me frantically made me freeze. I release a breath, hearing the telltale tension of Legolas' drawn bow from behind me.
I look at the man in front of the dragon, somehow only realizing he had an eyepatch on, and raise my hands up to in surrender, "mellon."
Legolas rolls his eyes with his bow outstretched in his hands, "friend!"
"Friend!" I correct myself, "we mean you no harm prince, I swear on my honor." I turn to his dragon, "I caught the scent of your dragon and told myself I would not end my patrol until I finally caught sight of it."
The one eyed prince tilts his head at my words, sword still aimed at me.
"You've come here once before, have you not, to allow your dragon to rest?" I speak as I nod, "I truly wish to only behold the sight of the creature. I swear it."
He looks between me and Legolas, silently debating with himself for a moment.
"I told you this was a bad idea," Legolas whines in Elvish.
I ignore him yet again, but the other does not.
"What did your mellon say?" he asks, narrowing an eye at me.
I cannot help the chuckle that leaves me. I clear my throat to mask it, "that this was a bad idea."
"Mmm," he slightly lowers his sword, "you don't seem to share sentiment."
I shake my head, attempting to further mask the excited grin that threatens to spread on my lips, "I do not, my prince."
"I am your prince," Legolas calls in our shared mother tongue.
The man lowers his sword completely, turning to Legolas again, "what did he say this time?"
I slightly turn my head then steal a glance at the elf I knew would hold annoyance on his features. I was correct. I turn my gaze back, "that he is my prince."
The dragon rider lifts his jaw, "and is he?"
"He is," I nod once. I step back and extend behind me, "he is Legolas Greenleaf, Prince of the Woodland Realm, Prince of Mirkwood."
The reaction this elicits was unexpected. The man straightens up at the information, and to both our surprise, offers Legolas a respectful nod in regard.
"I am Prince Aemond, second born of house Targaryen by King Viserys and Queen Alicent Hightower."
I turn to my prince, watching as he knits his brows. Legolas only now lowers his bow to offer the same nod in regard to the other prince.
"And who are you?" prince Aemond asks, turning back to me.
I look over and give him a curtsy as I tell him my name, "I am the ranger assigned on these parts. I am also admirer of your ride, prince Aemond."
"How did you know I was a prince before introducing myself?"
I knit my brows, "we learn more than Elvish history, your grace, and I would think it is common knowledge that if a dragon has a rider, then that rider is of royal blood."
Prince Aemond hums and watches as the other prince walks up behind me.
"I would you very much like it if you introduced me to your mount, prince Aemond," I smile softly, "would that be possible?"
I am shocked to see the shocked expression that washes on the Targaryen's features. I catch the shine of his purple irises and even how his breath hitches at my words.
My jaw hangs low, just as Legolas nudges me, muttering under breath, "you've really done it now," in Elvish.
"I-" I roll my shoulders back, shaking my head. I bow when I say, "I apologize, your grace. I did not realize it would be a scandalous request."
"She does not busy herself with thinking very often when she is swept up in excitement," Legolas calls, coming to my defense with an insult. Quite usual of him. "What did you expect would happen anyway?"
I snap at Legolas, who was already looking at me in contempt, "well, I thought it would be like introducing someone to a dog."
"A dog?!" the Elf's face contorts.
"Or a horse!" I exclaim.
"You do realize that it is not common practice to introduce strangers to a pet."
Prince Aemond's laugh cuts our argument and makes us turn to him. He cocks his head to the side, "how amusing of you, ranger, to liken a dragon to a dog or horse."
I pull a guilty smile, "my apologies. Please forget that I ever-"
"No," prince Aemond raises a hand, stepping forward. He knits his brows and presses his lips as he looks at me, "I am merely... taken aback that you would like to see my dragon."
I pull my head back at how he stressed his words, "I see. Is it because we are Elvish?" I motion between Legolas and I, "as I have mentioned, we do make it a point to learn about a great many things--"
"Mmm," he places his hands behind his back.
"-- and I am awfully eager to learn more about your fire breather."
A wind blows again. All three of our blonde hair dances with the wind. Aemond watches as Legolas pushes my hair back so that it does not fly to my face. The massive dragon huffs at the blowing air, the deep sound the creature emits from their great, black, spikey body vibrates beneath our feet.
It leaves my own body tingling in excitement. My jaw hangs low as I look to Legolas with wonder, gripping his arm tightly, "do you feel that?!"
"Yes, I do," he looks at me with a worried face.
Aemond cannot help but allow his lips to curve slightly upward at the sight of the excitement before him.
I turn to prince Aemond, grinning widely as I point to his dragon, "zaldrīzes, gevie!"
His nostrils flare. He turns away when he smiles. Legolas narrows his eyes at him.
I hum as I grip my chin in thought, "I do not know how to say mighty in Valyrian."
Prince Aemond turns back to me, face still bearing remnants of amusement. He extends a hand out, "come. I will introduce you to Vhagar."
My stomach drops and I let go of Legolas, "will you truly?!"
The prince forces his smile away, "yes, I've just said so, haven't I?"
Legolas jolts when I dash over to the other prince and eagerly take his hand. It seems even prince Aemond is shocked my by actions. He clears his throat and looks away. I turn my gaze as well, looking out to the creature he called Vhagar.
Legolas is the one who catches how Aemond's ears begin to burn red. The elf clearly hears the voices before him, though it is hushed and he is following slowly behind.
"I have not seen yet someone so eager to meet a dragon that is not theirs before," prince Aemond says as he leads us up to his dragon's head, "perhaps, apart from myself."
I crane my neck out, trying to find the face of the dragon up front. I turn to the prince, seeing that his eye is focused sharply on me. I turn to my feet, thinking of a reply. I cannot think of one, and so I turn to him and say, "I do not know what to respond to that, prince Aemond."
"Aemond is fine," he says, turning away, "besides, I am not a prince to you, am I?" he says, looking over his shoulder.
I mimic and find Legolas is a few good paces behind us.
"A prince is a prince," I say, instinctively gripping his hand in mine. When he snaps his gaze to the sight of our joined hands, I loosen my grip and nearly withdraw. "I apologize, I-"
"S'fine," he mutters, releasing my hand to instead grab my wrist. His strides grow wider after that.
He says something indistinguishable to my ears once we reach the neck of the creature. The prince walks closer, dropping his grip on me altogether, pressing both of his hands on the side of the dragon's face once he reaches it.
The sight leaves me breathless. There is an evident acknowledgement between them, keeper and companion. It reminds me of the creatures I have nurtured throughout my life. It makes my heart warm and constrict all at once.
Legolas clenches his fists and rolls his wrists.
Prince Aemond turns to me, watching me for a moment. He presses his lips before he extends a hand out again. He mutters something under his breath, and in all my good hearing, I do not catch it.
I inch towards him slowly, taking his hand with more caution this time around. A chill runs down my spine when I feel his hot hand. It was much warmer than it was a while ago.
He pulls me towards him, stepping back and moving behind me as he takes my other hand.
My heartbeat begins to quicken when I realize just how intimate the act of introducing a dragon is. I then realize it was perhaps for this reason the prince was truly shocked and apprehensive at the notion I presented him with.
I can hear the prince's own pulse hasten in his ribcage.
He rests his hands above mine and presses it down until I am touching the dark dragon scales before me. My stomach, at this point, is rolling, crashing like angered ocean waves. I close my eyes as allow myself to feel the skin beneath my palms.
Prince Aemond's breathing is greatly taxed when he mutters just behind my pointed ears, "you are now acquainted to my dragon, Vhagar."
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