Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit Imagines

Legolas & Thranduil: Cold Hearted

"I break at the thought of her."

ANGST/FLUFF (NON-ROMANTIC)

Requested/dedicated to: DarkFeyMagick2

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-Legolas' POV-

          Every day, I did something wrong in his eyes. No matter how hard I tried, it was never good enough for him. Everything was my fault. Every mistake an elf made, I was to blame for it. It was exhausting trying to make him proud of me all the time. I thought that if I made him proud, then he would be happy. That's all I really want. I haven't seen him happy ever since Mother died. I have to watch him be unnecessarily cruel to others every day because of how broken his heart was. I didn't know why he acted this way because I know she would never want him to act like this. My father was a mystery to me, and I stopped trying to solve it a long time ago.

"Report, Legolas." He said in a firm tone.

"We tracked down the group of spiders today near the borders. I believe this is the same group that attacked the gate last week." I said calmly.

"They are getting bolder." He mutters to himself.

"Did you kill them all?" He asked, but I didn't want to respond.

"Two escaped, but it was a large group. There were fifteen of them and only five of us."

"You're making excuses. If you were better, you could have killed them all. Were any of the soldiers injured?"

"All of us were, but none of their wounds are serious." He suddenly stands up and walks menacingly towards me. He was much taller than I was, so he towered over me. But I would not let fear cause me to shrink back. I stood my ground and stared at him directly in the eyes.

One thing I've overheard elves talking about when it came to my father is how cold his eyes were. They were so blue, they looked like they glowed in the light, but not in a good way. There was no light behind his cruel eyes. Without outside light, they were empty and gray. They were terrifying to all who faced them. I had his eyes, but mine were not feared by anyone. I was not as harsh as my father, so I believed that was why.

"Where are you hurt?" He asks quietly. I could not read his tone, and I couldn't even tell what he was thinking behind his eyes.

"My right arm." I replied, matching his level of volume. He suddenly grabbed my arm right on the cut, causing me to grunt in pain.

The fangs of the spider tore off my arm guard and dug them into my skin. Before I could kill it, the cut widened as it moved across my arm, so the wound was deep and covered my entire forearm. I didn't get the chance to go to the medical wing before reporting to my father, so all I had to stop the bleeding was a makeshift tourniquet. He eyed my gash, not taking the pressure of his hand off.

"Was this all the nurse gave you?" He asked calmly, not looking up from my arm.

"I have not gotten the chance to get to the medical wing. You demanded my presence immediately after I got back." I reply through gritted teeth.

"Don't talk to me in that tone." He said harshly, tightening his grip right on the cut. I was thankful for the tourniquet, or else blood would have gotten all over his hands. He would probably become angry with me if I bled on him.