Legolas Imagines (LOTR/Hobbit)

First Stitches(alternate ending to the battle wound chapter)

Alright, you asked and I came to deliver. Most of you will be satisfied with the amount of sweet Leggy and Y/N moments, while the rest of you will get your fill of hurt comfort.

Now, I know you all probably want to get to the fic now but there are a few things you should know. First, I wrote several versions of this scene in order to find the most realistic way I could portray this type of medical procedure while adhering to the wish that the procedure be done while conscious. In order to do this I had to create a reason Lord Elrond would not put the patient under, but I managed to do so in a way that no one is out of character.

Lastly, I just want to point out that the kiss between Legolas and Y/N did happen. Even though the story has changed direction that part hasn't changed, so don't worry ;)

Just a word of warning, this is going to be intense. I am drawing upon real life experiences(not mine, thank God, but of other people) to portray this as realistically as possible. So unlike some other stories, the stitching will take a realistic amount of time, not sit down, get stitched, and then you're free to go after a few minutes kind of deal.

Please enjoy!

Imagine getting your first stitches and Elrond and Legolas helping you through it
~LT~

You awake to soft tapping on your shoulder and stared blearily at the faces in front of you.

"Is it time?" you ask, barely stifling a yawn as you sit up.

Elrond inclines his head to you and gently presses his palm to your forehead for a few moments, before pulling his hand away. "You have no fever, though your energy fluctuates. You have need of an infusion of strength or I am afraid you will not be able to endure the procedure."

"Is there something you can do?" you ask, not particularly sure if the solution involved something unpleasant or not.

"Yes, but there is a choice that you must make," Elrond replied pragmatically, folding his hands behind his back. "You can choose to give me your consent and I will lend you some of my own strength to help you bear what must be done." The healer's tone took on a more solemn quality. "But remember that the decision must be your own or the transfer will not work."

You spoke. "Will it hurt?" You bit your lip in regret, hating how you sounded like a scared elfling instead of the warrior that you were.

Elrond gave you a small, reassuring smile. "That is a question I have received many times from my other patients. No, it will not hurt at all. In fact, you will very much enjoy the feeling."

You craned you head in Legolas's direction. "Have you ever experienced it? What did it feel like?"

Legolas pondered your question for a moment. "It is hard to describe. Imagine craving water but not satisfying that craving for a whole week. Then, when you finally do you are overwhelmed by how good it tastes and feels as it washes over your parched and cracked tongue, rejuvenating your body. The difference is, with the transferring of energy the body is renewed as well as the spirit and the feeling is far more potent."

"Legolas speaks well," Elrond interjected. "I hope you have heard enough to make your decision. We should not terry much longer if we are to prevent further infection."

You spoke almost immediately, not having to think anything through. "I am willing to accept your strength."

"Then it would be best if you would lie back down first," Elrond replied. "The feeling can be nearly overwhelming at first and I do not want you falling off the table."

You nodded, even more curious as you laid your head back down on the elf's lap.

Elrond took not a moment more and gently laid his hands on you.