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Legolas x reader - The best night of my life

My first time writing a oneshot... I hope you enjoy! Please give me feedback in the comments!

"Come on, Y/N, It's just a ball!" Your father says.

"I don't like balls!" You reply. "I don't dance."

Your father sighs. "King Thranduil has invited all the elves of Mirkwood to this ball, and that includes us. And... Prince Legolas will be attending."

"Ugh, that arrogant prick? Even worse. I can't stand that guy. Everyone thinks he's so handsome, and he acts like he doesn't care. He's so... Annoying!" You mutter.

"Y/N, we are going, you can't argue. You don't have to dance or anything, but I want you to attend." Your father's tone is final.

"Fine... Let me just get my outfit."

A few hours later, you are waiting to enter the place where the ball will be held. It's an outdoor area, with small lanterns shaped like flowers lighting up the dance floor. With the dark indigo sky and the diamond-like stars, the effect is quite breathtaking. You smooth out your dress nervously, a soft Y/f/c cloth with a silver collar and matching earrings of the same colour.

Finally, you and your father can enter the space.

"Well, have fun Y/N," your father tells you, and he walks off to talk to some old acquaintance of his.

"Great," you mutter to yourself.
You head over to the buffet table, expecting to spend the whole party there, watching the people dance.

You sigh and sit down on a bench. Out of the corner of your eye, you spot prince Legolas not too far away, talking to some people you don't know. Of course, he looks very handsome, as usual. He catches your eye and smirks.

You turn away, your face red. Great- Now he thinks you're just another one of his admirers.

You turn your head to check if he's still looking at you, by he's gone now.
Huh, you think. Wonder where he went.

Just then, you feel a slight tap on your shoulder. You turn around, and who should be there but prince Legolas?

"What do you want?" You ask drily.

Then you realize he is still royalty.

"I mean... How can I help you, your majesty?" You ask quickly, curtsying.

"Erm... May I have this dance?" The prince asks, to your surprise.

Who does he think he is?! Oh right. The prince.

Looking around, you can see at least eight other girls glaring daggers at you. If looks could kill.

Well, there's no getting out of this one.
"Sure." You say with a forced smile. "Why not?"

The prince takes your hand and helps you up with surprising gentleness. The perfect gentleman, as always. He then bows and kisses your hand, making you blush unwillingly.

Get a hold of yourself! You try to tell your body.

Legolas pulls you to the dance floor and puts his hands around your waist. Uh-oh. You should probably tell him-

"Um, your majesty..." you start.

"Call me Legolas," he interrupts quickly.

"Well, it's just that... Um..." you're blushing like crazy now.

"What is it?" He asks.

"I don't know how to dance," you whisper, looking at the ground.

"That's all right," he says, and you lift your head, surprised. "I'll teach you!"

He's smiling now. His smile is so cute- Why is he so-

You can't finish that thought, because he whisks you onto the dance floor, positioning your hands on his waist and shoulders, turning as he holds you tight.

The next thing you know, a softer song is strung up, and you both go twirling around the dance floor as if you had done this your entire life.

He grabs your hand and twirls you around, causing you to giggle.

"What's your name?" He asks as he catches you and leans you backwards.

"Y/N," you answer with a smile, spinning around.

"Y/N..." he repeats after you. "A beautiful name for a beautiful lady."

You blush. "Thank you..."
What's happening to me? Is this feeling...? No, it can't be. You shake your head lightly.

"Tell me, Y/N..." He starts.

"Yes?" You ask.

But before he can continue, the song ends. Is the ball already over?

You pull away from Legolas. "Excuse me. I, um... Thank you for the dance."

You make your way back to your father, blushing.

"Ah, there you are Y/N! Let's go home." Your father tells you when you find him. "Did you have a nice evening?"

"It was the best night of my life." You reply with a smile.