LOTR/Hobbit Imagines

Meludir - Reckless

Meludir x gender neutral reader

Requested: Yes! Anon asked: "Hello, can i please get a oneshot between meludir and reader where reader is injured from an orc attack and meludir is looking after them?"

Warnings: I tried to write something fluffy, I really did, just a normal fluffy kind of oneshot but the force of sarcasm and sass is too strong!

A/N: I didn't know Meludir that well, and there isn't much information about him besides that he's in the Mirkwood guard, so I just went with my own interpretation of his character. This was also a request that was long overdue (by now all of my requests fall into that category, I AM SO SORRY).

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"I can't believe we've waited so long," Meludir chuckled, gently wiping the hair out of your face.

You were both relaxing together at the edge of the forest, right at the other side of the bridge where the trees stopped and the palace grounds began. It was one of the more quieter spots in the kingdom, away from all the hustling and bustling of the palace, but still close enough so you would notice if something was wrong. Your sense of duty as a member of the Mirkwood Guard was never far away, even if you had some time off.

Meludir was sitting with his back against a tree, your head resting in his lap, your eyes closed. One of his hands was intertwined with yours and the other one was now lazily going through your hair. For a moment it felt like it was just the two of you, and time stood still.

"Maybe we were a little too blind to see what was right in front of us," you said in response, and brought the hand that was going through your hair to your lips to kiss it, marveling at the softness of his skin. "But I'm glad our eyes finally opened, Meludir. I don't think I could have gone another day dancing around each other, meleth nin."

Meludir hummed softly and placed a kiss on your forehead. "I could not agree more. Gi melin, mîr nin. An uin." (I love you, my treasure, forever)

He then started singing to you, his voice soothing and barely above a whisper. You focused on the caresses of his thumb on your hand, and when his fingers started gently scratching your scalp, you felt yourself slowly slipping away.

"Sleep, meleth nin. Sleep, my one true star."

The high-pitched scratching of a chair dragging across the floor pulled you out of your more than pleasant dream.

You desperately tried to focus on the last images which were still lingering in your mind but alas, the loving words sung by Meludir were slowly replaced with the soft thumping of a massive headache and your head was no longer resting on his comfortable lap but on a fluffy pillow instead. Which was also nice but, you know, not the same.

Someone took your hand in theirs, followed by a soft squeeze. No, no, no, you weren't ready to wake up yet! You weren't done with that dream! Who needed the cruel reality where your best friend was just that, your best friend - with the emphasis on friend - while in your dreams he was your intended? So hello dreamworld it was!

You tried to turn on your side so you could try and go back to sleep, but as soon as your right leg shifted just the tiniest bit, a shot of pain went through it, setting it on fire and making your body go rigid.

Okay, so moving was a big no no. What happened to you?

You inhaled a little deeper to try and breathe through the pain, when the scent of herbs and starched linen filled your nose.
Wait a minute... The pain in your leg, the smell of herbs and linen...
This was not your own comfortable bed you were lying in!